Friday, April 13, 2007
Sept. 3, 1960
Mom arrived home O.K. She tells me you are looking for mail. Here is one that will take up some of your time.
The weather has been nice here for a few days. It's a pleasure. They tell me it is so beautiful up where you are. I can readily understand why you like staying up there.
Margie, you know my bull dog. I had to have him destroyed. It will be a month Oct. 5. He had dropsy and so full of water he could hardly walk. He was so small yet this apartment seems so large without him. I miss him so much. I had him 13 1/2 years. I can imagine I hear his little feet walk in the living room and it had me preparing him food. He was such a good dog. There will never be another one who will ever take his place. I will get another dog eventually, but not right now.
Well Margie, I think I will close. Keep well and enjoy the good air up where you are.
Sincerely and with love,
P.S. Please excuse the scribbling.
Sept. 3, 1960
We arrived home safe and sound.
The house is still standing and needs a good cleaning.
Weather is nice here.
Love Mom R--
If you've been with me and The Clarity of Night for a while, you know that we have some mountain land in the Poconos/Catskills. In 2004, we added an important parcel to our forest so we could have direct road access. This parcel contains an abandoned cottage, which we now own. Margaret lived there alone, and alone is how she died. These are letters taken from her ransacked things.
I see her lying there with her hat and shoe, and no one is left to help her. No one is left to care.