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290 Walnut Street
Stoughton, Mass.
October 27, 1946

Dear folks,

Here it is 7:00 A.M. on Sunday morning and I am waiting for the oatmeal to cook. Of course no one is up, and I am padding about like the old cat on silent feet. It looks very misty out; when I first waked at 5:30 (went to bed at 7:30), I could see only the tops of the trees; the rest was envelloped. I can't understand it: the three maples along the driveway are, in turn, brilliant yellow, mostly green, and bare! The oaks are mahogany, the grass green. Very strange contrasts. All seen through a white haze.

Yesterday afternoon I cashed your second check and came out to arrive about 5:00. After lugging the suitcase to Harvard Square & [[strikethrough]] th [[/strikethrough]] a huge bag of groceries up the hill (I got 1 1/2 lb. hamburg - 59¢ & 1 doz. oranges, big box of oatmeal, bag of doughnuts for Grandma, lb. butter @ 89¢, thought cheaper than at Perdigo's, but Mrs. B. said it was the same), I stopped to rest at Helen Bullock's. She had just had her walk. Her fingers seem to have loosened a bit: she has gone back to [[strikethrough]] making [[/strikethrough]] decorating stationary and little cards with gay felt florals.

Maude was rather tired and [[strikethrough]] forgot [[//strikethrough]] forgetful when I saw her this time. She was expecting to go to Plymouth again next week. I told her about the museum's celebration and Dad's heel and she agreed that it was lucky to kill