"I'm
so sleepy that my mind has slipped into a rut. The AmHist test is now prepared.
Only constitution faces me. Making them out is fun; but I don't think that
grading them will offe r much pleasure. How would you like to be my chief
assistant paper-grader? If we work
together, maybe the time will go faster--and more pleasantly.
"The
folks say that they can let us have some meet when butchering time comes; so
perhaps I won't buy the half beef after all... It would be a lot more convenient
for you to have some meet handy at all times. Even chicken is difficult to find
here. Perhaps we could buy them alive."
--Letter
from my father, Protection, Kans., to my mother, Winfield, Kans., Wednesday,
October 8, 1947, evening. Three typos in
this typewritten letter per original.
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