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up yesterday & they told her to call again Monday. I don’t imagine anything will come of it, though. I can’t do anything... it is pretty boresome for her staying around here without company all summer and she doesn’t want to lose any time.

Mrs. B isn’t leaving till a week from Monday. So far all is bright - meals are full and to her satisfaction. I don’t make any noise till 8 A.M. and have made up the fire every morning and done the hard work such as floor washings, etc. But I dread a week ahead. I think I’ll try to go to Cambridge and begin a little work there.

I hope you are managing with your meals and house work. We all wondered what you are doing today.

The little trees over at the old place are growing. One pear tree has 1 pear, a Bartlett. He set out apples to replace the ones that died and a Poetn [[?]] tree, but the Poetn [[?]] didn’t live, tho the other 2 did. We are going to try to mow the grass as soon as we get the scythe sharpened.

I am waiting till you come to find out what to do with that shed that Kimtis half tore down. It was pretty well rotted. 

Do get all the time you can. There’s so much that needs tending to. 

Doris
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15 July 1945
Stoughton Mass.

Dear Sid:

I have just been over to see Maude with Doris. We found her on the 2nd floor in the small front room on the porch, - a pleasant, airy room with a bed and stand. There weren't any chairs in it, and that struck me as very significant. Maude was in bed and turned to me rather confused, "Who is it? I can't see very well", but when I told her, she at once grasped my hand and began to cry a little saying, "I cry all the time, I can't help it." Then she controlled herself a little and tried to ask how you were, if you were here. And she began to tell me how she had fallen twice down in Bertha's yard and bruised her head so, and it ached all the time, and some Jewish women come and tried to pick her up and dug their fingernails into her arm. It hurt still, she looked at it, no, there weren't any marks, but it still hurt her. They said she had high blood pressure, but she knew she had it before. And she went on and on, and cried every little while, and said how awful it was there at the hospital, such things that happened, especially at night, men there coughing, vomiting, talking - she couldn't sleep (I don't think there are more than 3 other patients, all women). And she spoke of the boys and   
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Looked up North American trees, and fruit trees. Can't find anything.