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Written at Hadley Field 
just before "taking off"
for up-state New York
June 30, 1932

Mother Dear:
This is not so easy to write, as a letter of thanks for your too generous check received this morning. You should not cut down your own cash on hand to help me in the first place and in the second place I am not wholly sunk yet, still having part of a house and what is left of a job. The feeling I have after reading your letter and assigning the check to the bank is one of profound gratitude in having a Mother so absolutely unthinking of herself and so utterly wonderful in all the material and spiritual aid she has given to all her children throughout the lives of those children. Really is os overpowering emotionally for me to think that because I crab a little, or too much, over misfortune, you must go into your own deprciated storehouse and give me substantial aid in word and deed. It practically makes me want to curse because I have been weak enough to admit that trouble has stalked my path during the past year. I certainly didn't mean to have you share any troubles in such a way as cutting into your own resources. It is simply stupendous the way a mothers' heart and brain work in connection with the welfare of her own. I thank God in having you in the same breath that I take you to task for failing to observe your own welfare. Ruth and I and Peter thank you very much indeed and reserve additional thanks for the time you put through the visit which we still hope is on your mind as well as ours. 

The only real fear I have at this time is the job. Right now we are busy to the point of working overtime(without pay) and when this detail is over there is a big question mark. Anything might happen to this group and that would be a bad thing indeed for me. Outside of that consideration I don't care a hang as long as we are all well and can have enough work to buy the groceries. We are far from panury and are so infintely better off than most people that in the end of any words on the subject we should admit that with the potential value of the Framingham real estate and mortgages we are well off. So if I can only keep the stiff upper lip and get through this depression I promise to set the world on fire before I am 50 years old. Some of these days I must get out of flying for good and go where I can make progress towards a goal worth while..........

As I told you in my letter yesterday Pete, the sweet little fellow, is more like himself than he has been in the months. Full of the dickens and fast coming back as you say he xx will. The asthma catches him once in a while and scares us but xx will this better change in the weather is better as you would expect. 

If this concentrated flying, which is in a minute starting us towards the Canadian border, lets up I hope to take my postponed vacation the last two weeks of July, so that I can take poor Nanna Connery and Ruth and his nibs out for a littl change of scenery. 

Again, many thanks, and God's blessing on you for all you have done for

your son,