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13 Pomeworth Street, Stoneham, Mass.
February 23, 1933

Dear Folks:
This week I am home, so I am going to get a letter off to you. Last Thursday I went to to Jimmie's and stayed until Monday noon. Then she and Ruth and I came in to Boston. I left them at Back Bay and went to the library, where I stayed until about nine o'clock. I got home about half past ten and then sat up reading my mail, etc. until after twelve. Of course the next day I was not feeling well, but yesterday I got up and washed eight windows on the inside and cleaned up the place. Miss Garland had gone home for her vacation leaving the place in need of repairs, and today I am doing sitting-down work, typing, etc.

Saturday Jimmie and Ruth went in to Boston in the morning and I did housework out there too, so I am getting my share of such work this week. Ruth takes dancing lessons every Saturday A.M., so Jimmie has to leave her work and go off on the 9:10 train. Sunday I went to church with J. and a Mrs. Whitmore who knew Mrs. Andrew when she was a girl. She is a very pleasing person. I thought that she looked like Miss Goddard that I used to live with and who was a teacher of mine in the Girls' Latin School. When I told J. that, J. said, "She used to be a Goddard." But when I asked her later, she didn't seem to know my Miss Goddard,who died over twenty years ago. I am sure they must come from the same family, however. In the evening we three went down to West Newton to hear Zona Gale, the authoress, lecture. I was much pleased with her. She had the thinnest fingers I ever saw on a grown person, I think. She was thin herself, but her fingers were hardly larger around than large knitting needles.

Bunny's birthday was Tuesday. She was ten years old. I sent her half a dozen super-plated silver coffee spoons, warranted to last a lifetime. I lined a pretty box with chamois-colored outing flannel, and put them in that. The box was just the right size and was white in color decorated with splashes of gilt. It was one I got the girl in the ten-cent store to give me. I thought that she could play with them now, and then have them later on if she ever needs them. Silver is exceedingly reasonable now, and I think that it makes good presents, unless a person already has a lot.

I got a letter from Elizabeth in answer to the one I wrote her last week. She was so enthusiastic about the possibility of writing that she had to answer immediately. She said in this letter that she put up 260 jars of fruits, vegetables, and meats last year, and over a hundred glasses of jellies, jams, etc. She is full of energy. I wish that I possessed half as much. I hope that she keeps well, and doesn't use it all up. She is only twenty-two, and apparently has a long and happy life ahead of her if all goes well.

I hope that you are finding something to lighten your dreary mode of living. I wish that I could do something to make things happier for both of you. Today is lovely and warm. I hope that you are out of doors enjoying it.
Love to you both, 
Lena