Following is a copy of a talk made by Syble Willis at Redding, California. Syble is from Los Angeles, and I believe is the first AA woman member in the Los Angeles area. This recording was made October 4, 1959, by Bill Mitchell, who sent it to me. Now, the speaker this afternoon, many of you have heard of her. Her name is Syble. She is from Los Angeles. She is one of the first AA women members that came into AA in Southern California after Jack Alexander's publication about AA in the Post in 1941. As I understand it, she is the secretary of the central office in Los Angeles, and that is the largest central office in the world. That is what I have been told. I had an opportunity of seeing her at Stockton and meeting her there, and without further ado, I would like to introduce Syble to you. Thank you. Thank you, Millie. Hello, everybody. My name is Syble Willis, and I'm a very grateful alcoholic. You know something? In Alcoholics Anonymous, we don't have to prove a statement like that. We go to an AA meeting and we say, I'm Suzy, I'm an alcoholic, I'm Dotting, I'm an alcoholic. We're accepted. People believe us. We don't have to prove a thing. I think our presence at AA meetings, repeated meetings, proves it beyond anything that we can say from a podium. You know, I was telling Ricky about an hour ago that the last time I came to Reading, 20 some odd years ago, it was in a drunken fog on one of my drunken tours, and I couldn't have told you then whether it was mountainous or whether it was a prairie or whether it was a desert. But I'm so charmed and entranced by this town and the people in it. And another thing, this wonderful air. If you could only bottle up those things you have, I think you might receive the maximum happiness with me. And get that awful fog out of my system, that just completely revitalizes me. And of course, I know it isn't just the air. It's been the fellowship and the hospitality and the friendship that I've found here. I'm so glad I came. And I think it's wonderful to have. I love my country. This is what's left of it. Why, why, why. It's like…