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Stoughton March 14th 1932

Dear Doris

 Another one of those blowy March days. we are glad to stay in the house to escape the cold wind. the winter is blowing away & its half through the worst month. Pa is up stairs passing the time away once in a while he comes down to see what I am doing. I often see him peeking through a crack in the door. but I fooled him this forenoon, I went down to the little corner store for something to get dinner with & he never knew anything about it. its such a job to get away that I dread it. so that is the reason I dont go any more but keep putting it off untill I am obliged to & then I have more to lug up home. its seldom there is a chance to ride. 
 I saw when Bruce had cut out the dead limbs on the Mackintosh red tree. so I guess he means to see if he can have it to bear larger & better apples. its a good thing to have him try & perhaps they will keep the children away from stealing the fruit. I don't care what they do. young ones will steal red apples & nothing will stop them. the Drakes wouldnt interfere I dont see Richard around in the neighborhood this winter & Jim spoke of it usually winter he is coasting