[Dad’s] chest hurts him terribly so tonight I’m going to see that it’s greased with lard & turpentine — your remedy.
How are you feeling now that I’m not there with you. Are you lonesome for me yet? I put your picture on the dresser so there you can keep me company. It’s so terribly dead all alone in the house. I guess I’ll have to get a little puppy or something to keep me company.
With a Carload of Love... 