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Stoughton April 29th 1930

Dear Doris.

I will now begin my letter after digging away in the flower beds. I am making more room for flowers & seeds I have got coming in boxes. I am in hopes the summer wont be like the last one, everything was so dried up for want of rain, here in New England the papers are full of fires that are raging all around us. I am scart to death, for fear the fields each side of this house will get a going, we are in need of rain & everything is so dry, it would be an easy thing to start a fire. I am waiting for the folks to clear up their lot out in front, they have taken down Franks sign & seem to be looking at the lot & seeing where their bounds come. Both our lot & Rings are a great deal higher than theirs on the street & Pa says its up to them to fix it

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PS I have held this letter back waiting for yours to show up. its Wednesday night + no word from you Pa may bring a letter, the last hope. No letter guess it went astray hope you are none of you sick Ma Thursday morning
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