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Stoughton Mass 
Thurs. 30 Apr. 1931

Dear Sid:

I am writing from the railroad station, it being the quietest place I can find. It is impossible to do anything at home with Pa. As he gets a mite better he fussier & frets till I for one am nearly wild. He is like the baby at the "I want - I want - I want" stage, and life is terrible. I pity my mother.

Ewing was in yesterday. He said Pa was better than last week, much clearer, but his blood p. [[pressure]] was at 250, and any little excitement would kill him. He said not to let anyone see him more than 5 min. and no one at all irritating to him. The quieter he is the better. I had him take Ma's b.p. which was around 150. He said she would never be troubled by it, which relieved me. Mine was no higher than it has been, he said between 140-150.

The pictures came yesterday, and pleased everyone. Pa insisted I take Ralph's right down & everything has to be done as soon as he thinks of it. They ([[Ch?]] & R) both thought it looked like Sid's baby picture taken with Ralph & Ned. We compared them, and it certainly does. My father thought she didn't look natural, so sober. Both were pleased as could be over it.

Ace Sylvester called yesterday ... Pa caught sight of him coming and went off as quick as a