\u00a0Folder 14.\u00a0 Letters to her family.\u00a0 September-October 1908.\u00a0\u00a0 14\u00a0 items.<\/b><\/p>\n
Sunday Morning.\u00a0 \u201cMy very dear ones\u2014Out here it is still before breakfast, for lazy folks at least, but I fancy that you at home are finishing yours by this time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wednesday Night.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother, I wish you could see the coziness of this room…\u201d<\/p>\n
Saturday Night.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother,\u2014I want this letter to get to you before the extremely business-like looking packages that I sent off this afternoon!\u201d<\/p>\n
Saturday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cIt was lovely to have letters from you and Helen this morning, to round out this week when I\u2019ve been luxuriating in a letter every day.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wednesday Evening. \u201cHere it is almost time for my regular and yet I haven\u2019t sent off the extra to youall, my own dears!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday afternoon \u201cPerhaps this letter will get to you as soon, dearest Mother, as the one I wrote you for Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cOh, but it\u2019s lovely to have the weather cold and clear and snappy…\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning\u2014Major\u2019s Crossing. \u201cTo tell you further just where I am now would make you think you\u2019d got into an artist\u2019s palate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Saturday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cIt is just about dinner time, but so dark that I think of it as really evening.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tuesday evening, Bedtime.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother\u2014Oh, but I\u2019m sorry you\u2019re ill!\u201d<\/p>\n
Thursday Evening.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother mine\u2014I planned a letter for you on Tuesday evening, but you already know that I couldn\u2019t get it done!\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Morning.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother, I have just come in from church, whither I went in spite of the heat, for once again, although the leaves are dropping off the trees…\u201d<\/p>\n
[October 19, 1908] \u201cIt is nearly half past eleven on the night before my birthday\u2014dearest home folks…\u201d<\/p>\n
Sunday Night.\u00a0 \u201cIt seems unfortunate that such things as washes to be\u00a0put up for the woman have to precede the writing of letters, especially of letters home…\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00a0Folder 14.\u00a0 Letters to her family.\u00a0 September-October 1908.\u00a0\u00a0 14\u00a0 items. Sunday Morning.\u00a0 \u201cMy very dear ones\u2014Out here it is still before breakfast, for lazy folks at least, but I fancy that you at home are finishing yours by this time.\u201d Wednesday Night.\u00a0 \u201cDearest Mother, I wish you could see the coziness of this room…\u201d Saturday […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":7583,"menu_order":14,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-templates\/full-width.php","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-7803","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"\n