We're always girls to the end of our days! Which reminds me of a discussion by our two sons. The younger's rather deprecating remark 'girls!' brought forth: 'If you want to get along in this world, you call them all girls!' especially if you are a salesman!' Robin took me by surprise but I'm glad he's enroute - March is his proper time - because I haven't seen any of you since Alice D. and I put our sons through Amherst Commencement in 1931. O yes, I did see Edith Powell for a few minutes one day- I always hope more of you will come to Chautauqua or pass my door and stop - Route 20 just 60 miles west of Buffalo. Didn't any Easterners go to the Chicago Fair on Route 20?

The past four years have kept me very close at home with my husband never well - a year ago he had a terrible siege with arthritis. A fainting spell dislocated two vertebrae in his neck, and pressure on the nerves nearly finished him, until our doctor made a plaster- caste that covered him from lower ribs to top of head - like a knight in a white helmet. This he wore for six weeks - but for nearly 4 months was helpless to move in any respect except to walk. Fortunately I have kind neighbors and a reliable tenant-farmer and family who fill the breach when necessary.

Edgar Jr. Is still teaching in a boy's prep. School - Debeaux School - Niagara Falls, NY. Bruce finished there last June, and has been at home all winter - unemployed mostly, but a big help to his mother. Recently he has been working as apprentice in a machine shop here, to learn 'the feel of tools' as one step in the direction he wishes to take.

Edgar Jr. Surely has a wander-lust - mobilizes easily - Last summer he and another teacher spent six weeks in France - more or less of a walking trip. The happy part of it was meeting a young French woman going over, who steered them for two weeks into the out-of-way places in Paris - helped shape their plans for two weeks in the Chateau country, then entertained him in her mother's home in the Saire Valley - the unexpected vicissitudes of higher exchange than planned made some good tales of pulling in belts and going without new pyjamas, etc.

My situation has kept my Y.W.C.A. work placed locally; but we still exist and are carrying on in spite of eight years with 'no price for grapes'. 'Hope springs eternal' and we dig a little deeper. In spite of it all, people have courage and are cheerful. So do come see me - we will find lots to laugh about.

Sincerely,
Margaret H. Taylor

Mar 15th, 1935
Westfield, New York