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Stoughton Nov 17th 1946

Dear Doris

We are still having warm days after a little frosty spell of weather, where the temperature dropped down below 30° & things outside were white with frost & they had snow flurries in Boston.  I don't care how long it stays mild I always dread to see snow it makes bad going. The pears are still dropping from from our trees in the door yard they have blown away some but there's enough left. I am in hopes the breeze will take them before the snow comes to cover them up. It certainly looks & feels like snow today.

Friday afternoon Mrs. Griffin & Mrs. Lambert came to see me. I was pleased to see them. They had both grown old & they showed it in their faces. They said I had not change but a little, since they saw me last. They saw my name in the paper where I was the oldest woman voter in Stoughton.

Doris called up yesterday to tell us that she wouldn't be out this weekend. She didn't say why. Guess she must have somewhere else to go or do.

I went over yesterday to look at the trees he set out. He asked her called up on the phone to go with him on thin wheels to see some place but she was all ready to take the bus to go back home & was in a hurry to be off so she had to hurry.