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on account of his fathers sickness, & now are going from Brockton to California. guess he is sorry he came north. we showed him around our rooms downstairs when he came here with groceries. he is awful nice & jolly, turns everything into a joke. we like him very much. I wish you could see our door yard, its piled up with snow & sifted all over the back porch floor. its impossible to get our backdoor open the snow is piled up against it its been so for over a month. I lugged in an awful lot of wood, before the snow came in, the first of the winter, & put a lot in baskets full in the little building. & some down cellar. now we cant possibly get out back to get it the snow is so deep, but we can split up some old boxes down cellar & burn boxes of pasteboard, if we get out of wood, but guess we can manage some how, if we get out of things we brought in so plenty full as we thought, in the fall. the sun seems to be shining out through a cloud & hope it soon will clear. The Ballantines have to leave their car out beside the road, as they have no road up to their house. Tom the son has a nice position now in Abington for a rich doctor & earns