Dear Classmates

What could be more delightful than to be seated before a glorious log fire with a beautiful snow gently decorating all the landscape without and my forty six class mates gathered about the same fireside with me, informing me 'great adventure' since that eventful June day in 1903! Such a great transformation has Round Robin brought me in this tiny book room. It certainly is wonderful how vividly letters can inform a person and I have keenly enjoyed all these visits, not only with all you girls, but your husbands and children and homes as well. We have had such fun building an early seventeenth century American home these past two years - one year in planning and building and the past year in making the house into a home. Our little ten year old son had almost as much joy as his mother in watching each stone laid, selecting building material, light fixtures, etc. attempting to keep the early American spirit. I feel I can qualify for another degree in the Art of Building A Home now! I have learned so much not only about Architecture and construction but chiefly human frailties. It was most interesting to try to express oneself in raw material!

Now remember if any of you want evidence of what I have done the past two years do stop in at Kansas City and let me show you!

This past winter I joined a French Class at the Womans' University Club and it was great fun to think in collegiate terms again. I wonder how many of you have read 'Growing Into Life' by David Seabury. If you are feeling the inferior complex read it immediately. I read it last summer and am a 'changed woman'! Began playing golf and tennis and may play at an exclusive Country Club.

(I always hesitated about being a beginner in golf and never could play a decent tennis game!) but with Seabury's support I reveled in these efforts as well as French - though I am no expert. He certainly encourages us to be individual and is most stimulating to mothers. My son is enjoying much more *** now, I can tell you. I hope he won't regret it.

This is my most radical change. I haven't got bobbed or *** and still wear stockings. I enjoy good health, and most precious boy, my prince, a splendid husband and my dear home. And let me *** them to you.

With every good wish for each of you,
Helen Hendrix Mohr