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