Flea Market Love Letters
June 13, 1926.
I would have written to you sooner but the entire family has been very much upset. I don't know whether any one has written to you or not about Dad. He died at 1.30 Wednesday morning and was buried Friday afternoon.
Florence has been sick ever since and the Dr says that her nerves are in a terrible condition.
Last Sunday the girls + John + Malcolm and I went for a ride and I was at Fretz's for Sunday nite dinner.
I haven't heard anything of them since. But if they are home from the wedding I will call them to-nite on the phone. Please write to me real soon. And then I'll write you a real long letter.
Lots of love, Sarajane