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Helen Fox Angell letters to Bess Peebles Fox, October-December 1943

1943-11-28 Page 1

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Lovell General Hospital,
Fort Devons, Mass.
Sunday, Nov. 28, 1943
Dear Mother,
I've bought myself two boxes of stationery, twelve post cards, and a bottle of ink and am in the midst of setting my correspondence in order. I've written six cards (very gaudy rural scenes), but find myself thinking of things to say to you, so guess I'd better get this off next.
I have a most attractive spot in which to write my letters. I guess I told you my room had windows to the east, north and west. I'm sitting by the east window which is toward the front of the house. I look down on those incredibly neat New England houses. One in particular I always like to look at. It has a bright red brick foundation and chimneys and is white, with green shutters. Behind the houses the town just peters out and there is a big mauve-colored hill I'd love to climb. Halfway up is a big old oak, that I bet has seen plenty of picnics.
To the north, or side of the house is a cream colored barn with a funny cupola on it. The people who live next door must be remarkably clean

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1 Lovell General Hospital, Fort Devons, Mass. Sunday, Nov. 28, 1943 Dear Mother, I've bought myself two boxes of stationery, twelve post cards, and a bottle of ink and am in the midst of setting my correspondence in order. I've written six cards (very gaudy rural scenes), but find myself thinking of things to say to you, so guess I'd better get this off next. I have a most attractive spot in which to write my letters. I guess I told you my room had windows to the east, north and west. I'm sitting by the east window which is toward the front of the house. I look down on those incredibly neat New England houses. One in particular I always like to look at. It has a bright red brick foundation and chimneys and is white, with green shutters. Behind the houses the town just peters out and there is a big mauve-colored hill I'd love to climb. Halfway up is a big old oak, that I bet has seen plenty of picnics. To the north, or side of the house is a cream colored barn with a funny cupola on it. The people who live next door must be remarkably clean