"Darling,
"As
the sunrise spreads over the eastern sky, I heaved myself out of bed to write to
you. As I listen to the strains of 'Feed
Your Hens Nutrena,' I take pen in hand & recline on the daybed with
paper...
"We
finally got our tree decorated yesterday noon & last evening I got inspired
in view of the fact that Emma Wilson was to meet there, & clean up the
parlors & decorated the top of the piano with Christmas cheer."
--Letter
from my mother, Winfield, Kans., to my father, Protection, Kans., Tuesday,
December 9, 1947.
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