(1955 April 18, Monday)
Trust you were dry during this morning's thunderstorm. Daddy was trapped at Hubert's [men's store], caught between the two banks; Maggie was doing her Arithmetic in which she got 0; and I was drying my hair, afraid to turn on the dryer but did even so. Suppose you were in that little shoe box of yours never realizing there was a storm.
. . . . .
Hailing now - big Rocks. I am in the study scared stiff. Dark - pitch - sheets of rain - Bang on roof - Hammering on all windows - Marble shooters whacking - I am afraid the glass will break - walk through the house - Goodbye, Mother.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment