“Be willing to live a day at a time, an hour at a time.”
Two and a half years
Early in 1933 the Oxford Group came to Akron. It was a Christian movement that aimed at absolute honesty, unselfishness, purity and love, and its members confessed their faults to one another, made restitution and listened for God’s guidance. Anne was the one who talked Dr. Bob into going. He was drawn, he wrote later, by the members’ “seeming poise, health, and happiness.”
They went every Thursday night to the West Hill group. “My good wife became deeply interested,” Dr. Bob wrote in 1939, “and it was her interest that sustained mine.” For two and a half years he read the Bible and the lives of the saints, prayed, and got drunk every night. (Secret drinker, in I Just Work Here, tells his side.) By 1934 and 1935, Good Oldtimers says, the family was getting by on very little, living “in a shambles of broken promises, given in all sincerity.”
Anne took up the Group’s ways for good, above all the morning quiet time. As Henrietta D., a wife Anne later telephoned every morning, described it, you sat by yourself with a pad and pencil, listened, and wrote down whatever came into your mind. She also began a notebook of readings and ideas, in 1933 as her daughter, Sue, remembered it, and kept it up until 1939. It survives in AA’s archives in New York.
Speaking up about her own troubles came harder. Once, when Anne talked at a meeting about a situation in the third person, Henrietta Seiberling, a friend in the Group, asked her to put it “in the first person singular.” Anne burst into tears. “First-person sharing was costly to her pride,” Henrietta said. “But she knew me well enough to know my motive, and she trusted it.”
In the spring of 1935 Henrietta set up a meeting with Bob in mind. “I warned Anne that I was going to have this meeting,” she remembered. “I didn’t tell her it was for Bob, but I said, ‘Come prepared to mean business.’” That night Dr. Bob told the group he was a secret drinker and couldn’t stop. A few weeks later, on a Saturday in May, Henrietta’s telephone rang.
It’s 1933, in Akron. A movement called the Oxford Group has come to town, and Anne has talked her husband into going to its meetings. She hopes it will help him stop drinking.
It doesn’t, not for two and a half years. But Anne takes up one of the Group’s habits for good. Every morning she keeps a quiet time, listening for God’s guidance. As a wife she helped later described it, you sit alone with a pad and pencil and write down whatever comes into your mind.
Speaking up at meetings is harder for her. She’s shy. Once, when she tells the group about her own troubles as if they happened to someone else, a friend asks her to say it in the first person, and she bursts into tears.
In her notebook she writes, “Be willing to live a day at a time, an hour at a time.” Before long, she’ll be telephoning another wife every morning to ask whether she’s had hers.