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Mother's Day gift from you. He read "Ethel Barrymore, I've heard of her", glanced at it and put it down. So! I would have begun reading it at once, but I was deep in reading | Mother's Day gift from you. He read "Ethel Barrymore, I've heard of her", glanced at it and put it down. So! I would have begun reading it at once, but I was deep in reading | ||
some letters, transcribed copies, that came this morning from some woman in Missoula, Mont. who had rec'd them some time ago from the Nearings when they were | some letters, transcribed copies, that came this morning from some woman in Missoula, Mont. who had rec'd them some time ago from the Nearings when they were | ||
abroad last year. The letters are from an American woman, a journalist (name unknown) | abroad last year. The letters are from an American woman, a journalist (name unknown) whose husband, also a journalist, is living with their family in Chechoslovakia. | ||
Evidently with the purpose of acquainting the U.S.A. citizens with interesting stories of the lives of people living in the transition time of the change from Nazism to Socialism. | |||
Very fascinating. Wish I could send them to you for perusal but I'm asked to send them on to the Blossoms. | |||
Frank has emptied and re-packed his trunk once more. He puts in things that he needs, then wonders if he packed them. He gets bewildered he can't recall where his shirts are, when washed, | |||
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3/ Mrs. May Walden 420 West Bell street Avon Park, Fla.
Mother's Day gift from you. He read "Ethel Barrymore, I've heard of her", glanced at it and put it down. So! I would have begun reading it at once, but I was deep in reading some letters, transcribed copies, that came this morning from some woman in Missoula, Mont. who had rec'd them some time ago from the Nearings when they were abroad last year. The letters are from an American woman, a journalist (name unknown) whose husband, also a journalist, is living with their family in Chechoslovakia. Evidently with the purpose of acquainting the U.S.A. citizens with interesting stories of the lives of people living in the transition time of the change from Nazism to Socialism. Very fascinating. Wish I could send them to you for perusal but I'm asked to send them on to the Blossoms.
Frank has emptied and re-packed his trunk once more. He puts in things that he needs, then wonders if he packed them. He gets bewildered he can't recall where his shirts are, when washed,