Letters To A Place Called Home
September 19, 1918 Joe, I've never been one able to spin words - Ma's always said my writing was akin to a bull in a tea shop, eating dainties on china - but I'll do my best to make this bearable. Mary is doing well, the town's been busy. Everyone's doing something for the war effort, even the women have gone off to the factories to sew their nylons into planes or something. But since everyone else is too busy, taking care of Mary has fallen to me. Robert's good at managing the farm, and I manage the finances - I've found out I'm actually good with numbers. I know; it surprised me too.