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Stoughton March 26th 1039 Dear Folks This is our last Sunday in the month & also its showery. the snow has melted away freely these few warm sunshiny days & the fog is something dreadful. by night at this rate, the snow will fast disappear, its hoped. the mud in our driveway is terrible. I smothed [[smoothed]] it over with a hoe when I emptied my ashes, the oil man yesterday cut out deep ruts as he entered, the ground was so soft. my clothes I washed yesterday are still hanging wet on the line, waiting for some sun to dry them Mrs Barry has just driven with Frank Reynolds away to church. his mother is not able to go now. a Viola Littlefield that used to be a class mate of hers, also Abbie Bryden she said were still living, the Brydens that built the next house to the Blake house Sidney remembers the family perhaps. I went to skool [[school]] with them, both up to the hotel & high so I was glad to hear about that Abbie was still alive. so many of the old stock have passed on to the better land where theres [[there's]] no more parting & we are reunited. the trouble is we live too long. its much better to go younger & retain our faculties.