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290 Walnut Street
Stoughton, Mass.
March 2, 1947


Dear folks,

Well, would you believe it, I got a sheet dry today! [[strikethrough]] From [[/strikethrough]] At six in the morning the snow began to shoot by, becoming thicker and faster -- but it has turned to rain now. "I prayed and prayed that it wouldn't mass up" says Grandma. It has been in the paper that she swept the snow off the front walk during the last storm, "it was just like fine meal." She won't have to this time.

Grandma was showered, yes: she got 2 cakes, a big jar of hard candy (which she doesn't care for, but [[strikethrough]] is [[/strikethrough]] was not hard to [[strikethrough]] get [[/strikethrough]] decrease this week-end), lots of cards, and a beautiful red azalea from the McBride nurses.

Speaking of Grandma's [[strikethrough]] usin [[/strikethrough]] "savingness," Mrs. B. tells she has got some very up-to-date [[strikethrough]] rea [[/strikethrough]] rationalizations: when caught eating mouldy bread, she retorted, "Don't they say that drug penisillin that's cured so many folks is [[strikethrough]] in [[/strikethrough]] gotten from molds?"

Mrs. B. invited Frank Reynolds to dinner today; she put out [[strikethrough]] efi [[/strikethrough]] good dishes Grandma "[[strikethrough]] he [[/strikethrough]] couldn't help wondering if they were really mine," and, with naughty emphasis, a "good tablecloth." He looked very chipper in a new grey suit; "he is a handsome man, don't you think?" He was so polite as to invite

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