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Marion 12/25/30 Dear Charles -. Christmas afternoon...just growing dark. I'm in the paint shop, above. I've been thinking of you, W?, and K.

 I went out in the car, just now toward Wythenills. There has been  many mor. It is an old queer? car, 

turning blue.

 Do you remember Peter Benegos - the elder. May be the man? It is like that - - bluish white snow, very cold... purple tree trunks...a

man walking across a field..dogs.

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 I hate Christmas. The last two Christmases before my mother died..   She was ill all Christmas. We were presumed to be a ar?id family, of

some class. We went with middle-class children.

 So Christmas came We was asked by other children to go to their houses and see their things. There was always a flood?  We had nothing.
 The things didn't matter. My father said - "who wants their goddam things."