A Letter written on Jun 11, 1919

Tetherwold, Wednesday eve

Dear Margaret -

We were glad to have your card written in Stamford, & have been enjoying with you today, the dear family. Here it has been pleasant & not too warm. Father has bushed the peas. & hoed more or less - now he is sitting on the piazza waiting for the car to come & take him to the wedding. Auntie is out in the garden. & the rose bugs are there to greet her - not in great numbers yet[.]

She did have a very good time at the reunion. & she did enjoy your room very much. She wished she could tell you all about it while it is fresh. Your check you have probably received. & the spoon must be on its way. She spoke to Miss Brand about it. who said it came by express. & she sent it on to Westfield. but it has not yet arrived. Auntie supposed it was sent by express here. & Father called for it today - in vain. If it does not come tomorrow. we will speak to her.

The Mt Holyoke monthly & two copies of Punch - London - came to you today. I also received from Mr Luce a piece of the lining of my coat. which he said he would send with the coat. but did not. There was not a word of writing with it. nor was it necessary.

I will send you Aunt Sarah's letter which you did not have time to read. Your invitation to stay with you seems to have been just what she wanted. & I hope she can have the pleasure of it. without too great a tax upon you.

It is now Thursday morning - bright & clear. cool with a little breeze. Auntie is out in the garden again - it seems to fascinate her. I am going to write Mrs Ward this morning. after getting the papers ready last night.

Fathers wedding last eve amused him greatly. A large crowd was there. & it was in the yard that camp chairs were arranged for them. while he stood in the door. Vergie may know the family - a brick house beyond the school house. on the Southampton road. The bride was is only sixteen, & they are to live at the brick yard where he works. For three dollars. I have a fire this morning. & the ironing is to be finished. & more rhubarb canned.

I wonder what you will do today we hope for a letter - Love to each one of you all. Now Id [sic] love to slip in & look at the group -

Father seems as well as usual.

Lovingly
Mother