Sept 19, 1926

Dear Everybody:

You see this is an inclusive letter for I feel as if I knew every in-law.

The middle of this week Robin came and though I was vigorously sewing all day with a seamstress lengthening frocks for my fast growing older daughters and shortening them for their never growing younger mother, I did sit up very very late to read every word of both Vols. 4 and 5. It is a great pleasure and inspiration to hear what you are all doing; my only objection being that the noble deeds of others make my efforts seem very meager.

I am busy all day - big house, often inferior help or none, two daughters to watch over, one in the second year High School and the other in the Sixth Grade; several clubs but no offices; and a doctor husband with an office in the house. Those who have this last acquisition (I don't mean the 'doctor's husband' but the 'office in the house') know what interruptions that means.

I'm reading over my letter in Vol. 4. I find it was written exactly six years ago Sept 19, 1920. We had not long had the franchise and I was greatly interested in politics. I still am but will have to postpone any active work until my family duties become fewer for fear of neglect of them. My one track mind will not permit me to do two things well at one time.

Warren and I still love to go off in the car for a few days of quiet being together; and have had some delightful trips. Two years ago we took Elizabeth our older daughter and a niece of Warren's through a goodly portion of historic New England and this summer Warren and I went up to Montreal and Quebec.

We are fortunate in keeping pretty well. The girls are healthy though not particularly husky. Even if they are slender there is some hope for them remembering what I was and what I am now; several pounds heavier than Ruth Haslup. (I can make this comparison as Ruth has just read these letters and will forgive me after a few years have elapsed). I am enclosing a photograph of each of the girls, taken a year ago as a surprise for their father's birthday. Elizabeth is now as tall as I am and Isabel about 5 ft 3 in. and only eleven.

This summer we had a very pleasant experience. We put the Girls in Camp Red *** in Northern Pennsylvania only a few miles south of Binghamton, NY. The camp is run by the Masters of the Friends School, Baltimore, and I was delighted with the personnel, many of whom were Goucher girls. We visited camp on Water Sports Day and were thrilled when our baby won the side stroke race and Elizabeth did all kinds of fancy swimming and diving and won many points for her side in the contest.

After the contest one of the girls informed Isabel that the reason she had won was that she had such long arms and legs- to which Isabel replied 'That's no fault of mine - I was born that way.' At table that day I sat near a young woman whose face was very familiar and found her to be Mary McCucley, a Goucher girl and sister of Dr. ***'s first wife. Her niece, Margaret Maltbee was in camp - a charming girl and most brilliant- entering Swarthmore this fall with high honors. I met Angeline Gripping Wolfe and her husband who had a son in Camp Red Cloud across the lake and two children of Ethel Sharp Griffings. Really it seemed more like Goucher than Goucher does today.

At present I am studying College Catalogues for Elizabeth and before Robin returns I shall likely have decided and have sent her off to College as it is only three years before we will have to give her up.

With all the 1903 daughters coming to Goucher this fall it means that there will be more attractions for 1903 mothers, so we may hope for visits in this part of the country.

As in my last letter I give a hearty invitation to every 1903 to stop off to see us if you are nearby,

Always fondly,
Louise Lawrence Miller