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Conger Reynolds correspondence, November 1918
1918-11-08 Daphne Reynolds to Conger Reynolds Page 8
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experiences over there are, after all, the only ones that really matter to me. Yesterday (abruptly changing the subject) I made a quilt. Today my back is so lame that I can scarcely wiggle, but it's for a good cause. I made the quilt pow'ful long, and I reckon it will cover your feet. Today I'm working on a table cloth. It's really not much fun to sew. I prick my fingers dreffully and have a fierce time in general! If it were not for my happiness in preparing things for our home, I'd hardly take the time, I think. We had a letter from Joyce today that has almost staggered us. She says the doctor thinks she has a cancer in her right breast, instead of trouble with the nerves in her arm as he thought before. She and Emil are going to Minneapolis to find out, but in the meantime she has told no one but Mama and me. Even her children are to be kept in ignorance of the true situation. She is a wonder, I think. She merely mentions the trouble, touches on it seriously for a minute and then drops it and writes her usual silly letter. We've planned on seeing her
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experiences over there are, after all, the only ones that really matter to me. Yesterday (abruptly changing the subject) I made a quilt. Today my back is so lame that I can scarcely wiggle, but it's for a good cause. I made the quilt pow'ful long, and I reckon it will cover your feet. Today I'm working on a table cloth. It's really not much fun to sew. I prick my fingers dreffully and have a fierce time in general! If it were not for my happiness in preparing things for our home, I'd hardly take the time, I think. We had a letter from Joyce today that has almost staggered us. She says the doctor thinks she has a cancer in her right breast, instead of trouble with the nerves in her arm as he thought before. She and Emil are going to Minneapolis to find out, but in the meantime she has told no one but Mama and me. Even her children are to be kept in ignorance of the true situation. She is a wonder, I think. She merely mentions the trouble, touches on it seriously for a minute and then drops it and writes her usual silly letter. We've planned on seeing her
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