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Stoughton May 11th 1947

Dear Doris

This is the most beautiful day we have had so far temperature in the sixties early this fore noon. everabody [[everybody]] seems to be going to church even the next door neighbors who are Catholics so far they seem all right. they have a woman who comes to help them every day & the mother brings up her young ones to mind. the youngest is a little boy about 4 years old. she was spanking him good out in the back yard for running over here & opening our porch door. she says he is a little rogue. Mrs Barry told her that was much better than as if he was dumb & guess he would turn out all right. she asked us when the man would come around collecting the swill & she told her that there was no way to get him any sooner, unless you called up the town house. I think most of the neighbors burn theirs up in their incenerater [[incinerator]]. about once a fortnight they come around here.
 
Our trees in the door yard are leaving out & the lilacs are just budding. the spice bush is in bloom & daffodils gone by. I sent a big boquet of them up to Laura, when Normas husband (Rubell) came here, to bring our last dozen of eggs. he is a nice fellow but a Catholic