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The wonderful roses you sent me have made our4 dinner lovely for three evenings. But all the roses of Persia5 could not have been so precious to me as the few happy hours6 we spent together. I was overly emotional just because I was so happy. It has been years since I have seen anyone who reached 2 back into the past—not since I said goodbye to Roscoe7 in July 1941, after my long, happy with him in San Francisco8. I never see anyone whom I knew in my childhood or my youth. That is a great misfortune. Of course my happy visit with you was followed by a terrible bout of homesickness. While Father9 and Mother10 lived I had a real home in their house11, and I spent a great deal of time 3 there. I nearly always spent part of my summer vacation at home. I used to cut my trips to France12 in two, in order to spend half of my free time in Red Cloud3 in our old house. Such a funny old house,—but it was the way Father and Mother liked it. Efforts to change it and reform and improve it were not successful, apparently, for it was sold to strangers.
Forgive me, dear, for my little
wail wail. I
never had a chance to buy the old place myself. It was all done without my knowledge13. I first
heard of that the place had been sold in
some reference in a business letter from your husband14, when he was helping me out of my financial
difficulties, kind friend that he has been to me!
Now, my dear, if we can't meet in Red Cloud, you must let me meet you at some point on one of your motor trips and spend a day with you. I would go a long way to do that!Lovingly Willa Mrs. S. R. Florance1 Red Cloud3 Nebraska NEW YORK [illegible]2 DEC 18 1945 730 PM NEW YORK, N. Y. GRAND CENTRAL ANNEX2 DEC 18 1945 730 PM