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December 8, 1946

Dear folks,

Grandma was proud to show me the electric clock; Mrs. B. was prouder at having wired it from the mantlepiece to the light bulb across. She is full of practical tricks. 

Maude was surprised to see me. The boys had been in recently. It seems likely that she won't have her usual Christmas dinner with them - Harold's folks are coming over and they are all going out to dinner. "But I'd much rather stay at home and have you" said Bobby. She used to load them down with a basket of goodies when she came over; this year she is giving them $5 apiece and subscriptions to nature magazines. These things made her a little sad; she perked up telling me about Dad and Ned when they were little. How the Congregational lady who so looked down upon the boys' absorption in "The Real Diary of a Real Day" was a "funny book in herself" and she shaked with laughter as she told me to tell you, Dad, about her "neighbors"--an Italian woman on her right who gets into fits of rage, raves, & hurls dishware on the floor and the old Jewish woman on the other side who keeps up a lamenting "oi, oi, oi."

Grandma was quiet this week-end. She showed me the black net shawl of her Grandmother & the lovely embroidered tablecloth of Mrs Blake. She was very glad that the strike was over; she had "fussed about that clock's using electricity"