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Stoughton Jan 15th 1948

Dear Doris. We are still surounded with snow everything covered white trees are loaded & bend under its wate. We have our path dug out & then comes another snow to fill it up. icicles hang heavy from the glass door a pretty sight. Your book came a week ago. I have been reading it every day its about all anyone wants to do this gloomy weather. cloudy & tem is going down towards freezing in our back room. no one ventures out such going. I wonder if you have any snow down there. guess Doris sees some in Cambridge she wont come here such going. we are feeling well as usual only so much snow makes us gloomy.
2 belo zero Thursday
love Ma