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UNFOLDING YEARS , 113 time. Through another friend I found Miss Lena Lanning. So it was that in less than two months after I was left alone I had my new menage running smoothly. I could not have had two nice people and I have always felt that they were providentially sent to me. They were refined, educated women and showed me every consideration. In return I tried to make a real home for them. I allowed them to get their breakfast with me Sunday mornings and whenever they were not going to work. It soon came to be a regular thing for us to eat Sunday dinner together. I had Lillian prepare it as far as she could the day before and Miss Lanning and I finished it on Sunday. I found that Miss Lanning was a baptist. She joined my church and went with me on Sunday mornings. This made it very pleasant for me. Each month she helped me to get our my checks in payment of bills. So one after another my problems were solved. December 944 arrived. I dreaded Christmas that first year without Emma. We had always made much of the holiday season and I wondered how I was going to get through it. My two ladies were away from their homes and I felt I must do what I could to make it pleasant for them; and I believe they felt the same about me. So the holidays passed more pleasantly than I had expected . My new life was settling into a definite pattern. The coming home each evening of my two "girls" as I called them although each was well past girlhood, was something to which to look forward. I had moved my typewriter and Talking Book downstairs in order that I could better supervise things in the kitchen and answer the door when I was alone in the house. I had a rather large correspondence and now I could give considerable time to it, for letters meant more than ever to me. My niece, Nettie Hammer, was in poor health and her husband had been crippled in an automobile accident. They had left their home in Chicago and gone to northern Michigan to be near their daughter Mary and her family. Nettie grieved much at not being able to come and help me, but their son Hoyt had come in their place and done what he could. Nettie's letters were then and have continued
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UNFOLDING YEARS , 113 time. Through another friend I found Miss Lena Lanning. So it was that in less than two months after I was left alone I had my new menage running smoothly. I could not have had two nice people and I have always felt that they were providentially sent to me. They were refined, educated women and showed me every consideration. In return I tried to make a real home for them. I allowed them to get their breakfast with me Sunday mornings and whenever they were not going to work. It soon came to be a regular thing for us to eat Sunday dinner together. I had Lillian prepare it as far as she could the day before and Miss Lanning and I finished it on Sunday. I found that Miss Lanning was a baptist. She joined my church and went with me on Sunday mornings. This made it very pleasant for me. Each month she helped me to get our my checks in payment of bills. So one after another my problems were solved. December 944 arrived. I dreaded Christmas that first year without Emma. We had always made much of the holiday season and I wondered how I was going to get through it. My two ladies were away from their homes and I felt I must do what I could to make it pleasant for them; and I believe they felt the same about me. So the holidays passed more pleasantly than I had expected . My new life was settling into a definite pattern. The coming home each evening of my two "girls" as I called them although each was well past girlhood, was something to which to look forward. I had moved my typewriter and Talking Book downstairs in order that I could better supervise things in the kitchen and answer the door when I was alone in the house. I had a rather large correspondence and now I could give considerable time to it, for letters meant more than ever to me. My niece, Nettie Hammer, was in poor health and her husband had been crippled in an automobile accident. They had left their home in Chicago and gone to northern Michigan to be near their daughter Mary and her family. Nettie grieved much at not being able to come and help me, but their son Hoyt had come in their place and done what he could. Nettie's letters were then and have continued
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