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13 Pomeworth Street, 
Stoneham, Mass., 

April 7, 1933.

Dear Folks, 

I am glad that you got a little sunshine, so that you could get out and work in the warmth and fresh air. The winds have been strong, but I suppose it may blow some good. It was horrible about the Akron, though; wasn't it? If we let our minds dwell on all the tragedies that are constantly taking place, we should be sad most of the time. I have tried to ignore many of them, consequently, even though so doing seems hard-hearted. 

Last Sunday I took a walk down by the Fells and saw many, many skunk cabbages up - they were in standing water. I was surprized, for I had thought of them as growing on the banks of streams and in swampy places, but not up through pools of water itself. I also heard what I took to be a chorus of frogs - I may have been mistaken, however, but the sounds were, apparently, from a bog and sounded like the "critters". I also saw some dandelion plants, some little green leaves on some shrubs, and a large clump of violet leaves. I think, then, that