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Stoughton Jan 5th 1933

Dear Doris

Pleasant & a trifle cooler wind in the west. I am at work on my bed quilt & am thank full to have something to occupy my time & mind.

Freddie Stickney has just called me up on the phone & I thought he would never stop talking. Pa about had a fit from nervousness & stood by ringing his hands & punching me to stop. such things act on ones nerves. no wonder I was weak as a rat, by the time he got throu [[through]] But I am doomed to stand it whether or no. I understand Freddies [[Freddie's]] situation its a mighty tedious life & he craves some one to talk to that will change the scene & give him something new to think about. his father cant [[can't]] be left a minute, he gets into mischief & runs away. but will live forever, after they lose their mind they always do.

I am glad Mrs. Cutting is better. it always leaves them weak a throat affliction. hope she dont [[don't]] get cold & have a relapse. you could not manage without her very well & she is very fond of the baby no one would have the patience with her that