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Dear Cousin Sarah
No 13. Peoria St, Chicago
I don't think you have any
Monday Morning Feb 27th / 65 
idea how often I visit you. I see you all
Dear Cousin Sarah  
and hear you talk, but you make no response
    I don't think you have any idea how often I visit you. I see you all and hear you talk, but you make no response when I put in a word. I'm trying to be a patient patient and do as my Doctor bids me and he condemns me to sit idle - utterly idle - a good share of each day - an hour or more after each meal - so what can I do but shut my eyes and build 'air castles' or take fancy flights just where I choose to go. Imagination is a blessed thing. I think so, though mine was in disgrace when I was a child. It was unruly then and as often frightened as amused me, but now it is kind. Yesterday in the morning I could not read, and I was quite alone (the family were in church) so i lay quite still apparantly though really I took a wonderful journey all around
when I put in a word. I'm trying to be a  
patient patient and do as my Doctor bids
me and he condemns me to sit idle - utterly
idle - a good share of each day - an hour or
more after each meal - so what can I do but
shut my eyes and build 'air castles' or
take fancy flights just where I choose to
go. Imagination is a blessed thing. I think
so, though mine was in disgrace when I was
a child. It was unruly then and as often
frightened as amused be, but now it is
kind. Yesterday in the morning I could not
read, and I was quite alone (the family were
in church) so i lay quite still apparantly though
really I took a wonderful journey all around

Latest revision as of 17:35, 31 January 2021

No 13. Peoria St, Chicago Monday Morning Feb 27th / 65 Dear Cousin Sarah

   I don't think you have any idea how often I visit you. I see you all and hear you talk, but you make no response when I put in a word. I'm trying to be a  patient patient and do as my Doctor bids me and he condemns me to sit idle - utterly idle - a good share of each day - an hour or more after each meal - so what can I do but shut my eyes and build 'air castles' or take fancy flights just where I choose to go. Imagination is a blessed thing. I think so, though mine was in disgrace when I was a child. It was unruly then and as often frightened as amused me, but now it is kind. Yesterday in the morning I could not read, and I was quite alone (the family were in church) so i lay quite still apparantly though really I took a wonderful journey all around