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Everything is quite here at Indian Acres. Most of the people left for the summer. The children start school this week. It is like a deserted ghost town. I will probably head out this afternoon. Dottie and I went to her sister Alberta’s last night. They were going over old photos and I helped them identify some of the people in the photos. The photos belonged to their sister, Mary who passed away. Mary was one of the first people I know who bought a 35mm camera and took color slides. She would show them on her projector. Dottie had the ones she wanted made into prints.
Someone is hunting the water fowl again this morning. Danny is hiding under the bed. Poor little guy is terrified.
News from the Vorlon Wife.