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Dear Charles -. Christmas afternoon...just growing dark. I'm in the paint shop, | [[ written in pencil in top margin: Marion 12/25/30]] | ||
Dear Charles -. Christmas afternoon...just growing dark. I'm in the paint shop, alone. I've been thinking of you, | |||
W?, and K. | W?, and K. | ||
I went out in the car, just now toward | I went out in the car, just now toward Wytheville. There have been many [[snow?]]. It is an old [[queer?]] [[snow?]] | ||
turning blue. | turning blue. | ||
Do you remember Peter Benegos - the elder. May be the man? It is like that - - bluish white snow, very cold... purple tree trunks...a | Do you remember Peter Benegos - the elder. May be the man? It is like that - - bluish white snow, very cold... purple tree trunks...a | ||
man walking across a field..dogs. | man walking across a field..dogs. | ||
* * * | * * * | ||
I hate Christmas. The last two Christmases before my mother died.. She was ill all Christmas. We were presumed to be a [[ | I hate Christmas. The last two Christmases before my mother died.. She was ill all Christmas. We were presumed to be a [[envied?]] family, of | ||
some class. We went with middle-class children. | some class. We went with middle-class children. | ||
So Christmas came We | So Christmas came We were asked by other children to go to their houses and see their things. There was always a flood. We had nothing. | ||
The things didn't matter. My father said - "who wants their goddam things." | The things didn't matter. My father said - "who wants their goddam things." | ||
Latest revision as of 19:03, 14 July 2022
written in pencil in top margin: Marion 12/25/30
Dear Charles -. Christmas afternoon...just growing dark. I'm in the paint shop, alone. I've been thinking of you, W?, and K.
I went out in the car, just now toward Wytheville. There have been many snow?. It is an old queer? snow?
turning blue.
Do you remember Peter Benegos - the elder. May be the man? It is like that - - bluish white snow, very cold... purple tree trunks...a
man walking across a field..dogs.
* * * I hate Christmas. The last two Christmases before my mother died.. She was ill all Christmas. We were presumed to be a envied? family, of
some class. We went with middle-class children.
So Christmas came We were asked by other children to go to their houses and see their things. There was always a flood. We had nothing. The things didn't matter. My father said - "who wants their goddam things."