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Stoughton May 4th 1932.

Dear Doris, 

The box came to day & in good condition a miscellaneous contents Pa finally discovered it on the tool chest where I thought he would not easily discover it & said "Oh! God". I had taken it out to see what was in it. His head sees everything crowded & mixed up & when things are that way its the limit. he is bothered all the time nothing is right & when they come in to see him it only stirres him up & I some times wish they would not come. for after they have gone then he is ready to fight until he gets quieted down crazy is what it is. over a year now & he is worse than he was. how long has he got to suffer? it does not seem right to have him this way. after what he has been in this world. no one inquires about him without speaking in praise of him, as a man who took unusual interest in what was going on around him & very unselfish. Fred Clapp showed me his hand writing on the cards he had with him & said see how good & plain it is. & Pa standing there & listening said "yes & I couldn't do it now to save my life I can not write my name to save my life." Oh my God" I hardly slept a wink all night thinking of it. People don't realize what he is going through its worse than pain ten times over. I suppose he will have to wear out but it seems hard.