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Stoughton  March 21st  1920

Dear Doris

Well this is Sunday morning and the sun is shining bright and the snow storm of yesterday is over everything but this sun will make it look sick before night. You would laughed to have seen me yesterday, rolling a big ball of snow from the back steps, down towards the road, and so making a path as I went along.  The snow was just damp enough for that sport, I rolled till it got too large to [[slir?]], and Pa can kick it the rest of the way, if he sees fit.  We have not seen Dr Shorer but once since the row began.  She came up one forenoon, but I hope they dont think that I am in league with that woman.  for I never could forget her nationality, I sort of pity her in her lonliness [[loneliness]], but she has a disposition, that no body could take any comfort with, terrible selfish and jealous & I hope where ever she goes that she wont locate near you. for I can see where in she could work 

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I am glad your old nigger woman is well enough to do your washing for it would be too much for you during the bad weather. I have just got my thing hung out in the sun. this is a fine washing day. We saw the first flock of grackles this morning over in Toomys pines. they were everlastingly chattering so I guess spring has struck us at last, though I did not think so yesterday it was winter with a vengence [[vengeance]]. Well this is all for now.
Ma.
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Transcription Notes:
slir might really be slide?