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15 August 1972

Dear Doris:

I've been out lugging water to keep my garden from withering up. Some of the tomatoes have withered but are reviving with my watering morning and night. I have put up one quart and am hoping I got a dozen more at least, they help out so much during the winter when prices on all are out of reach. The same is true of squashes, - this year I shan't have many unless we get rain, in spite of my watering. The corn crop is poor too. Mr. Payne, the one who plows for me, said it was the worst year he had ever had for gardens. 
 
I finished painting my roof on Sunday, and patched up the front one too. After it gets a bit cooler I mean to do the piazzas that need it badly. The men were around looking at the trees they will cut down when the road is widened. I asked when it was to be. One of them told me that the bids were in and they were to have a meeting on Wednesday (last week) but I can't find that the results were published anywhere. The man said that the work would start probably in October.

I received a very pretty necklace from the wife of one of my young entomologist correspondents, to whom I have sent most of my reprints. He is at the Brigham Young University in Utah, and is concentrating on Chrysomelidae. In his letter he wrote that I was "the entomologist on Chrysomelidae", that was what he had heard everywhere. I will hand the necklace over toyou [[to you]] when I next see you, as it is in my way working over boxes of insects and I don't ever wear long necklaces.

Hope all is going well with you, and you are getting some fun out of your writing. I should love to see it. If you come down sometime soon, bring it along and let me read it. How is the nose - is it returning to its usual shape? I am hoping you needn't have the second operation. I am looking forward to the letter you promised. I get uneasy and worried when I don't hear from you.

With love,