My dear Classmates -

This letter came to me on Thursday from Hattie Taylor, but the weather has been so very hot, I just couldn't think of writing. To-day a nice cool breeze has sprung up and I'll see what I can do.

My life has not been very eventful since I last wrote for Robin, but it has been very busy. I live within a block of my father and mother, who are both growing old, and as I am the only one of their children living in town, I am called upon very often to look after various things for them. I am glad to be able to do it and feel I am especially fortunate to still have both of my parents living, but it does fill up my time. Father and Mother celebrated their Golden Wedding a year ago in May, and we had a very happy time together.

My oldest daughter, Ruth, graduated from Mt. Holyoke College in June. She majored in Art, and expects eventually to go into Art Museum work, but is going to work and earn money to study for her Master's degree, first. The first of September she goes down to the John C. Campbell Folk School as Secretary. The school is at Brasstown, NC, about 125 miles southwest of Asheville.

Jessie, who was at C.C.I., when I last wrote, came home again and graduated from our local High School. This fall she will begin her Sophomore year at Beaver College, in the Kindergarten - Primary course. She enjoys it very much and is getting along well.

Sarah, who is just thirteen, enters High School this fall. She and Jessie are away at our Y.M.C.A. camp for the month of August. Sarah is a camper and Jessie is a Councillor. It is just 18 miles away. Up on Schooley's Mt. And they do have splendid times there.

I am a member of the Girls Camp Committee, Regent of our Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution and Treasurer of our Foreign Missionary Society, so you see I have plenty of outside duties as well as running my house and caring for my girls. Our DAR Chapter has 137 members and our own dear little chapter house. It keeps me very busy, I am just beginning my second year's work; our regents are elected for three years. I'll be glad when the time is up, because I do not enjoy executive positions, there are other parts of the work more in my line.

I had a most delightful visit with Alice, her husband and Frances, her youngest daughter, who is just a little older than my Sarah, and who have long been correspondents. They were only here a little over 24 hours and it was dreadfully hot, but we had a good time together. I had never met Bruce before, but we had known of each other so long, that it was just like meeting an old friend.

I was so sorry not to go to this year's reunion, especially, when I heard that Mary Taylor was there. I have not seen Mary, since I left her at the Fall River dock in New York, twenty seven years ago, when we came home from Wood's Hole. The reason I could not come was that I had been in Washington in April and Ruth was graduating at Holyoke the next week; so I did not feel I should leave home any more just then.

Two years ago this summer, I had my first trip to the coast. I went with the Morristown Travel Club to Grand Canyon and Yosemite Valley, with the big cities along the way. The only place we staid any length of time was Los Angeles; we were only gone nineteen days, but I certainly enjoyed it all immensely.

Last summer, Ruth and I drove to Gettysburg and Washington; this summer, we had planned to go to Niagara Falls, but this position came up and there are things Ruth must do before she goes away, so we have had to postpone that trip. I am hoping to drive down with Father and Mother to see Ruth in October.

I guess I have told you all about myself and my family, with love and best wishes to all - Mabel Day Parker