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[[IMAGE NUMBER FIVE BANK STREET [Annotated in pencil 13 Jan 1923] | [[IMAGE NUMBER FIVE BANK STREET [Annotated in pencil 13 Jan 1923]] | ||
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My Dearest Irene: | My Dearest Irene: | ||
I arrived last night - two hours late, but without further misadventure. My cold is no worse - rather better, if anything, but I’m keeping quiet. I am not going to open the [unclear] basket full of letters that await me until I'm rested. Josephine says I am to tell you that she is furious with you, as we had hoped that I would come straight from from eating roots chez ma mere, [[underlined]], and would find her cooking delicious, whereas I do nothing, she insists, but tell her what wonderful things I had to eat in Chicago. But Edith agrees with me that if you hadn't taken me in and been so good to me I would probably still be languishing in some hospital in Chicago. | I arrived last night - two hours late, but without further misadventure. My cold is no worse - rather better, if anything, but I’m keeping quiet. I am not going to open the [unclear] basket full of letters that await me until I'm rested. Josephine says I am to tell you that she is furious with you, as we had hoped that I would come straight from from eating roots chez ma mere, [[underlined]], and would find her cooking delicious, whereas I do nothing, she insists, but tell her what wonderful things I had to eat in Chicago. But Edith agrees with me that if you hadn't taken me in and been so good to me I would probably still be languishing in some hospital in Chicago. |
Latest revision as of 21:58, 11 June 2020
[[IMAGE NUMBER FIVE BANK STREET [Annotated in pencil 13 Jan 1923]] Saturday My Dearest Irene: I arrived last night - two hours late, but without further misadventure. My cold is no worse - rather better, if anything, but I’m keeping quiet. I am not going to open the [unclear] basket full of letters that await me until I'm rested. Josephine says I am to tell you that she is furious with you, as we had hoped that I would come straight from from eating roots chez ma mere, underlined, and would find her cooking delicious, whereas I do nothing, she insists, but tell her what wonderful things I had to eat in Chicago. But Edith agrees with me that if you hadn't taken me in and been so good to me I would probably still be languishing in some hospital in Chicago.