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Stoughton May 17th 1939 Dear Folks The days are cool and sunny. I have been out looking around where the plants are to be set out and find digging impossible there are so many violets after they get through, there may be a chance to dig but theres nothing prettier than wild violets, they come up every year and [[?]] grow [[?]] themselves. This is a pretty time of the year either to ride or stay home, which I dont mind, as it was always my luck, having something to interest one it takes up ones mind, so whats the use in going. I cannot be on my feet hardly any so there you are. Mrs. Barry got a chance to ride in town with Bareta [[?]], she wanted to get a present for her nice and was lucky to have a chance to ride in and out with Bareta[[?]]. Margret Ewing called up she wanted to talk with her, but I told her she had gone in town. I asked her how the Dr was and she said rather poorly. I told her that my daughter felt bad about this illness and hoped he would recover as he was a good doctor and would be