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This is Harry standing beside the snowman that he made - I thought the kids would particularly enjoy this and it's right in season. Anne Mae

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MAE BABER, R.D.2, Brandon, Wisconsin

As I start to write this morning New Year is just six hours old. What a challenge this youngster is! Surely we are somewhat wiser than we were a year ago. The shock of our President's assassination (I had to get the dictionary out for that one) surely should have brought us all a little closer to a feeling of repentance, thoughtful meditation. The sorrow wore off rather slowly and well it might.

But life goes on and tonight the house will really ring with the voices of the younger generation. Our Mary is having a slumber party, and, having stayed awake through these before, I am not too eagerly anticipating the night. We invited them to come in the middle of the afternoon hoping they may be talked and giggled out by midnight. Ten girls with all their vacation experiences take some doing.

And just to prove I am a glutton for punishment - on Friday I am having over twenty Choir and Bible Class members for a 'Down on The Farm Party'. These youngsters range between ten and fourteen in age. And what a nice group they are. I have as much fun as anyone. I invited them between four in the afternoon and eight in the evening. At my age one can't risk two late nights that close together.

Spring is going to have a real 'zing' in it for me this year, at least I hope so. A new road was built past our house last summer and I took advantage of the loose soil and naturalized the roadside across the road from the house. I would estimate I planted some four hundred bulbs of several different kinds and colors. About one hundred thirty of them are crocus. I had a few on the roadside for quite a number of years but they had rather run out. It was so dry when I planted them that I could hardly dent the ground. One day in desperation I borrowed some hose from the neighbors, and added it to ours, and what a wild time I had with all those leaking connections as I watered the roadside. When a car would come along I would dash back across the road feeling like some kind of a nit-wit. Believe me I got some funny glances from passerby's. I am surprised they didn't send a paddy wagon. I hope the spring redeems my unseemly behavior. The bulbs are nicely covered with snow now but I can almost sense their anticipation of spring along with mine.

In the meantime I have some walls I want to wash and some drawers to clean out, and a book I would like to write, and, - and, - and, -. I never had so much trouble typing as I am having this morning. Maybe the year is too new and it is too early in the morning.

Our young man, John, who left for the army in March is in North Carolina now, - Fort Bragg. We have another paratrooper in the family. He has his wings but seems to spend most of his time having other soldiers fire over his head while he figures out range or some such thing. We haven't seen him since June. It doesn't sound as if he will come home until summer. Our Ensign son-in-law and daughter are moving to Philadelphia and one son lives in New Jersey so half of our family will be on the east coast.

It is getting time to cook up some oatmeal for breakfast. Have to have something warm to combat our zero temperatures. We had thirteen days in December when the mercury went Down Under. It is blowing back from the south this morning and my forty year old house just ain't what she used to be, but then, neither am I.

Last week a door was closed that should have been left open to a study room we have upstairs and two night blooming cereus plants which I have been raising for about six or seven years were badly touched by frost. I had hoped for a blossom next summer. Now I expect I will have to wait for several years again. I shed some tears in my frying pan that day. Now that the frost is coming right into my house I shall welcome spring all the more. Happy planting to you all.