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Our cellar is so dark I have to put on the light to sift ashes snow is away up over the windows. when they coast we can hardly see the children just the top of their heads. great snow banks all around the house. we cant possibly get out in back to the little building if I could theres lots of wood there I carried in baskets. I wish I had put it into the cellar. never once thinking we should have any such a winter. I wish you could see the icicles hanging from over the glass door. they are big as your leg & look like posts extending clear to the step otherwise they might melt & break the glass in the door. a few of the shorter ones have fallen they were large also they didn't happen to break the glass when they fell.

I am sending along the piece in our Enterprise about the death of Catherine Winship. it was a great surprise to everyone. she was at Chitataubut meeting Thursday, & was full of fun & jokes never seemed brighter. I wonder if Helen Farrel will come to her funeral tomorrow. she was own cousin to Allie Wales & she went to Ethels funeral. 

Blanche Hammond is growing old & very strange. she has spells of coming around to sponge on people. they say she is crazy. you have to keep on the right side of her on account of her tongue. she used to come here a lot but not so much now thank the Lord. an awful talker I pitied her at the time her daughter died. she was very lovely Virginia Lord every one liked. well we have just been to dinner we had a cheap piece of beef, baked potatoes, stewed tomatoes & for desert tapioca pudding. I hope the day will pass all right. she is getting ready for the wedding. love Ma