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After two weeks of spring we had a bitter cold Easter. Elsie3 and I decorated the altar in memory of father4. The church5 was nearly full of people. After the service I gave one of the Easter Lily plants to Molly6, and one to Hazel Powell7, and the daffodils I took down to father's grave—you know he loved the "Easter flowers" as we used to call them, and they are the very first flowers I can remember in Virginia8.
I had dinner with Will9 and Charles10 at the hotel. Late in I made a call on Mrs. Turnure11 and Clifford12—she had asked me to dinner, but I could not go. Then I went over to Molly's and had a delicious little supper with her. It was lucky Elsie did not try to come down, as the weather turned so bitter.
Isn't it funny for me to be getting a card from the Peggs13? When that bashful blond boy in the
but butcher shop lost his wife14 and baby I went down to Carolina15 and ordered a lot of those beautiful snapdragons such as
were sent to father. Everyone felt so sorry. She had a tumor inside her which grew
along with the baby and strangled it. A proper
examination and operation would have saved her. She had been carrying a dead baby
for several days. Dr. Stockman16 only called
Creighton17 when she was dying. Poor
Albert18 walks about like a dead man.
I've got such lovely silk curtains up in the big dining room. My little old bed is
painted primrose color like the washstand,—I mean the
wooden bed that was in the
ea west room. And the
table in downstairs back hall, which proved to be no walnut at all, I had mended and
painted and it's very pretty.
Molly had dinner with me here22 on Good Friday and Saturday nights, and says I'm a good cook. She helped me wash the dishes.
I had all father's oak furniture gone over with furniture polish for you and it looks so much better. If ever you want it painted I'll have it done.
Please write to me, dear mother.With much love Willie