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Stoughton April 24th, 1932

Dear Doris,

A sunny but cool day, the ground froze.  I had to warm up the house a bit this morning. I have been washing out our clothes since morning as its [[it's]] good & sunny without much wind to whip them.  I am thankful there is a back line to hang them on, since the neighbors are so pious.

I dig dandelions now, each day I find a few in the back yard, enough for our eating. He got sick of the spinnage, [spinach] we had it constantly all winter.  I like greens between bread & butter.  Try it some time its a relish, I can't eat jelly.

The paper comes Sunday, but Pa says don't get one, he feels awful poor, a sudden freak he takes & he don't want me to leave the back door open, he thinks folks will come in before we know it, the other doors he has kept locked all winter.

He is not like he was last summer he does not care to go out of doors even, say nothing about trimming vines. I don't think he has any taste for such work this summer, he won't even go out to see his may

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I don't know but the red bud is started to bud. I see some little round balls coming before the leaves have started.  They look different & I think they may be buds.

Ma

Transcription Notes:
May have a few incorrect translations, or perhaps phrases like "trimming nines" were common back then, I am unsure.