Oct., 9th., 1905.Dear friend oi' our home,The first rain of the season. We know it is coming, but we impatiently wait for it, and we stream out in the open to drink the air laden with blessings, rich in fragrance. I too, "stressed " out with my "private carriage" of a wheeling chair , and I "recalled in mind all the "tarwoods" that I could discern in the over of the air. Their invigorating perfume come from over the Contra costa hills, the region that you choose for your material roof. And ere the day wore away when the lights lit up in hundred stars, a belated messenger brought the materialized blessing of the first showed of this blessed season of growth and hew harvests in our California.” From Martinet " he said when the all-governing, ever-busy mother told 'him that is surety was a mistake, Ah, R 'Roland know better !'.'Mans, it's for zou, let me open it " -- True enough, it was for us, the harvest from vineyard that blossoms for us when. never pruned by us , that yields when never cultivated by these blessed receivers.----"I want to open it first,' insists the excited little man. But mother rules defferent, and father nodes approval to make things harmonious. We share our supper, and, late as it is , the little man never awake. He it is who has to take brunch after launch, bunches such as the children of Israel brought forth to the multitude mother spreads them into canan. He loads then into the dish pan, and mother spreads in the basement on cleanly boxes.”Mama, I lay’em out for zou, they are too heavy for zou”.Blessed sleep came over me as I lay there the window wide open, listening to the palter or the big raindrops,! enraptured with the music in the treetops. Gods closed sentences when I wan but half through with the lord's prayer, and he accepted my petition and my thanksgiving and 
1903 Oct 9
Original letter dimensions: 28 x 21.5 cm.
Reel 13, Image 0836
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