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replaced name of grandson with "your son"

Dolores = daugher

Larry = son

("neaked" is not a typo)

Sunday, Dec 19th 1954

Just finished reading your letter of the 12th and amused to hear that you have a new system of removing snow. Just take your son out and let him throw it on some neighbor's lawn or rather where the lawn was. Also conceive he is a Bengal which means also a nixnutz or just an atomic bomb, always bent on destruction. What a boy.

        As I sit and write, it is about 90 outside. The sky is so clear and blue as if it was made to order. Imagine all doors open, Larry laying sprawled on the couch reading and your Mom in the kitchen cleaning up after a pork loin dinner. It's cool in the mornings and after the sun goes down, it really gets chilly. We had our last rain a few weeks ago and then it was only showers that pour for awhile and subside just as fast. The weather lately has been gorgeous with the sun always as bright as a dollar and little fog at that. No smog this far south from the city. The sun comes out early and is visible instantly, not as when you were here, hazy until about noon.

        Everyone and everything is all a hub-bub for the holidays. The crowds at the stores and markets, herald the coming of some great adventure. We went out shopping for a little tree yesterday and oh my the prices. For a small table model, they wanted $4.95 and up, without the horses and pistols. We are going out during the week and find one that we won't have to take out a mortgage on our new home to pay for a tree.

        Larry went out Sat. yesterday and done some shopping, I know, because I had to retire to the kitchen while he and Mom neaked it in the front way. Must be big as this Morning I found a big box on the patio and inquiring from Mom how it got there, she just coyly smiled and said, Larry had to carry it home in some kind of case.

        And talking about big boxes, Larry was leaving this morning, going out the front way and upon opening the door, there stood a large box resting on the porch with a few young ones inside. Wonder who is mistaking our porch for the dumps. I need two boxes for staking up the salad from the yard and premises, but I don't need them bad enough to pile them up in the garage. Nearly did at that though when Mom peddled off all my boxes to the paper truck that comes around weekly to gather old paper, rags and boxes for the poor. At least that is what the man claims, so Mom don't turn anyone away that asks for a handout or has something to sell.

        Talking about selling, Larry and I are going to buy Mom a brief case for Christmas. She is always trying to sell either one of us a bill of goods, such as eat it anyway, it's good for you, put on your sweater, it's chilly out, or something. That's why she might just as well carry a brief case.

        From the looks of weather predictions for the week, it's going to be a mighty warm Christmas day. Nothing but clear and warm is on the menu.

        As my fingers are still sore from pulling devil grass out by the roots, and writing by longhand about 50 Christmas cards with return address on all envelope flaps, you will agree it's deplorable how I can whimper and scream for help. Also I want to acknowledge some more correspondence from the other parts of the clan, not that they rate one in preference to you, the spark of our desires as far as letters are concerned, dear old faithful, thanks a million. This is the life's blood for your Mom, who is always bewailing the fact that no one thinks of their dear old Mom and she so unerring in her steps to the front door daily to pacify that feeling and find out she was maybe wrong. It's a pleasure to see that smile when she closes the door, grasping that long sought letter or even a card. That's when she will always say, one from dear faithful Dolores, who tries never to forget us.

        It's so much easier for one to write once a week then it is for me to sit down and try to write to so many, as I must do my share of chores and keep in trim by doing my daily work on the outside. And don't forget the jigsaws, they must be aired out so they don't get moldy. Thanks a million and it's no use denying that our dearest wishes from here are that you all enjoy the merriest of holidays and may Santa be very generous with God's blessings that should be bestowed on you and yours

Lovingly,

Mom, DAD & Larry

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