![Transcription Center logo](/themes/custom/tc_theme/assets/image/logo.png)
This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.
Stoughton March 8th 1931 Dear Doris Another snow storm is set in greater than any of the rest, accompinied[[accompanied]] with gales of wind, so the Sunday paper predicts. I have just emptied my three pails of ashes + now am ready for the arrival of such as it may be. I am heartily sick of shovelling snow, this one is the last I hope. The east wind is howling around the corner. I have sewit[[suet]] out on the tree by the door + the woodpeckers come after it + so do the starlings who raise cain, they tear it with their bills + try to yank it off, so to carry it away in junks. I try to scare them away by pounding on the window, but they are too bold + greedy, it makes me mad I wish they had never come over here. they are worse than the jays. Sue has got the Mardens + Alice is substituting in the junior high. I see by the paper the Marden house was terribly damaged