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Stoughton March 17th 1929 Dear Doris Cold & sunny after our three tempests of yesterday, one blast must have struck very near, as the flash & refport came at once. I was listening to hear the frogs peep as I thought it might be just their night for croaking but nary a peep. our cellar light went out of commission, so that I had to light matches to go down to attend to the heater, lots of houses in town were put out of their lighting systems by the storm. I am making curtains for the dining room for recreation & trimming them with blue, your old silk gingham, I had some of the new left over. they will look stochy. I went up by Georges Pond to see Tina she has begun some patchwork rustic pattern since I told her of mine. Myrtie came on to take care of Edgar Beals mother but she has since died, it hardly paid her to come down, she may get something more to do, I hope so for Percie's sake. Sue says Horace came down with his night shirt tucked into his pants then another time he had two pairs of pants