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290 Walnut Street Stoughton, Mass October 13, 1946 Dear Folks, That darn little squirrel is trying to get in at the window in the north chamber-the little one at the side. He [[strikethrough]] was bu- [[//strikethrough]] woke me up this morning scratching there. Guess he's getting worried about the cold days to come. It's a beautiful day with breeze and not a cloud to be seen tho' the radio said there would be scattered showers. So my washing dried well. I got a lot done this week-end. Saturday was a holiday-no classes-and I worked all morning with a girl-Hildegard Ruschkin- on a chronological blocking-off of the German invasion of Charlemagne's empire. Still haven't got it all in perspective. We had a little book to read which I was too late to get-only 15 copies in the library, but it wasn't so important-Einhard's "Life Of Charlemagne." Right after dinner I went home and mowed most of the lawn. Grandma had had it on her mind. After supper I saw Maude. She [[strikethrough]] rece [[/strikethrough]] was pleased to receive your card. Bertha had just (yesterday) taken her for a [[strikethrough]] trip [[//strikethrough]] wonderful trip - to Plymouth: She whispered that young Cathy has an engagement ring. I wore over the sweater & beads she gave me. Called up Mr. Turner this morning. He will send for the trees right away- 2 baldwins & 1 McIntosh - & said he would try to make a date with me to set them out. Mr. Kimptis hasn't some; Grandma goes over every day to see - in this fine weather it's good for her.