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Conger Reynolds correspondence, July 1918
1918-07-08 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2
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and I knew I ought to do something by way of celebration. But my foot was hurting worse than my conscience, to I stayed in bed and celebrated by wishing a lot of my best love on you. I wanted very much to go canoeing with you again - on Harriett or anywhere. I'm a cripple to-day. Some kind of ugly soft corn or bunion or suthin' had developed on the ball of my foot. It shoots pains every time I step in it, and aches other times. I have doctored it up so that it feels pretty decent at this moment, but if it doesn't improve I'm going to the hospital and have a chunk of my foot cut off. Most of the time I am so ridiculously all right, physically anyway, that in consequence a little pain stirs me up. Last night a letter from Major Newman reached me. He is Mary Dorr's brother and one of my pet heroes. He's in France at last and anxious to see me but so far away that I fear I can't get there for a long time. He asks about you. I'm telling him how peeved you are that the government won't let you come over to help fight the Boches. I am eager for the day to come when you can know him. By this time I hope you've met his wife and his delightful mother and father, sister and brother. This is probably the last letter I shall send to Adrian. According to the information I have you should be in Cedar
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and I knew I ought to do something by way of celebration. But my foot was hurting worse than my conscience, to I stayed in bed and celebrated by wishing a lot of my best love on you. I wanted very much to go canoeing with you again - on Harriett or anywhere. I'm a cripple to-day. Some kind of ugly soft corn or bunion or suthin' had developed on the ball of my foot. It shoots pains every time I step in it, and aches other times. I have doctored it up so that it feels pretty decent at this moment, but if it doesn't improve I'm going to the hospital and have a chunk of my foot cut off. Most of the time I am so ridiculously all right, physically anyway, that in consequence a little pain stirs me up. Last night a letter from Major Newman reached me. He is Mary Dorr's brother and one of my pet heroes. He's in France at last and anxious to see me but so far away that I fear I can't get there for a long time. He asks about you. I'm telling him how peeved you are that the government won't let you come over to help fight the Boches. I am eager for the day to come when you can know him. By this time I hope you've met his wife and his delightful mother and father, sister and brother. This is probably the last letter I shall send to Adrian. According to the information I have you should be in Cedar
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