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Nile Kinnick correspondence, December 1942-March 1943
1942-12-17: Front
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Thursday Dec. 17, 1942 Dear Folks, When I wrote you yesterday morning fog and rain hung in around my window blotting out all light and warmth. Around eleven A.M. it got colder and began to snow. A brisk wind was blowing out of the North swirling the damp white flakes around the building corners and up and down the street. Most of the shoppers cringed against the wet and cold, and huddled up against the store fronts for protection against the wind. However, for me it was invigorating and sharply reminescent of the winter weather I used to know. I belted my great blue coat around me and strode face up against the snow, breathing deeply, strongly. It was wonderful to feel my ears tingle and my nose grow damp and moist. Really, the weather was mild, I suppose, but it smacked faintly of the December element in the midwest, and I loved it. Right after lunch I browsed around looking for a Xmas gift for Grandma. Finally decided on a piece of English silver, a sugar dredger-or sugar shaker, as I would call it. It is nothing very fine, but
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Thursday Dec. 17, 1942 Dear Folks, When I wrote you yesterday morning fog and rain hung in around my window blotting out all light and warmth. Around eleven A.M. it got colder and began to snow. A brisk wind was blowing out of the North swirling the damp white flakes around the building corners and up and down the street. Most of the shoppers cringed against the wet and cold, and huddled up against the store fronts for protection against the wind. However, for me it was invigorating and sharply reminescent of the winter weather I used to know. I belted my great blue coat around me and strode face up against the snow, breathing deeply, strongly. It was wonderful to feel my ears tingle and my nose grow damp and moist. Really, the weather was mild, I suppose, but it smacked faintly of the December element in the midwest, and I loved it. Right after lunch I browsed around looking for a Xmas gift for Grandma. Finally decided on a piece of English silver, a sugar dredger-or sugar shaker, as I would call it. It is nothing very fine, but
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