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Elyria, Oct. 23, 1887 My dear Children What a terrible wind this is. I do not like to hear it, but we did like to see the boys when they came about dark. The wind blew threw right along. We feel much broken up this season with so few of our children around us. We are some what lonesome because we want to see the folks. I do not believe you appreciated what a fine time we