Dear Sir, - I have just read the article "Two One-legged Girls," in which I found a great deal to interest me - for you see, I, too, have lost a leg.
My native country is America. When I was 18 (I am now 22) I was knocked down by a car in my home town in the States. They rushed me to hospital, and when I regained consciousness I was informed that my left leg had been amputated at the knee.
My parents were heartbroken, and it upset me, too. But now I have settled down to life as a one-legged girl, and I am quite happy and carefree. After a holiday (when I first came out of hospital) hopping about on two crutches, I soon graduated to one of the pole type mentioned by "Two One-legged Girls".
It distressed my father and mother to see me hopping about with my crutch, so they suggested that I should be measured for an artificial leg. This I did, but I could not become accustomed to wearing it, even though it afforded me good support.
One day I had an idea. Why not get a wooden leg? Both my parents insisted that a wooden leg was unsightly for a girl; but in the end they gave in, and I was measured.
I soon because used to my peg-leg, and I wear it in and out of doors. I can manoeuvre quite skilfully now, and hardly ever use a crutch. I can really recommend "Two One-legged Girls" to try it. My friends at first teased me and, much to my amusement, called me Peggy", although my name is Helen.
I am a constant reader of "London Life", and I still read it although I am in India at the moment with my father on business. I thought it would please "Two One-legged Girls" to know that there is at least one more one-legged girl besides themselves who reads "London Life"
Hoping you will publish this for them to see, and looking forward to another article from them.
Yours truly,
Peggy Peg-Leg