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in pencil in top margin Shure, Eva

3-4-80 Dear Mr. Conroy:

       I never see your name without thinking of the day, sick as you were, you went down to help my husband, Max Shure.  I can't even remember what the Writer's Project had him down for.
     Max died in 1964.  He was forty nine and the three boys were all still in school.  But we made it.  They all finished college, went into teaching, engineering and law.  They all married; they are all daddies.  I went back for a degree, have been teaching elementary school for fifteen years.
    I think of you very kindly - I hope you and Mrs. Conroy are well.

Sincerely, Eva Shure Am reserving the Jack Conroy Reader - hope to read it soon.