117 Second Street,
Watkins, N.Y.,
October 17th, 1923.

Dear Cousins:-

     I am late, but it has been impossible to write sooner. Brother Charlie says, when we claim we have no time to write, it is only our mental attitude but that is not true this time. Anyway, I hope the door will not be shut before I knock to hand in my letter

     I would like to say many things this time for it has been a full four months to me. I was just busy up to July sixth when I went to Myra's at Wenonah, N. J. I was with her family and in George's home at Madison, N.J., back and forth till September 3rd, when I came home to Watkins.

     I greatly enjoyed the summer for beside the pleasure of being with my children and grandchildren (the oldest just beginning High School and the youngest, Myra's little son, is six months old, such a dear, winsome, little fellow), it is delightful to be in and near those big cities,‑ to see the ocean and many other things new and fascinating to me.

     Brother Charlie used to say, Em has more to tell if she takes a trip to Corning than some would after visiting the World's Fair.

     After reaching home and going to the County Fair, the next thing was the Cousins' Dinner. To many of us, I believe, that is really the big day of the year. The day, September 26th, was fine and all roads led to Mansfield, where Cousins Llewellyn and Mabel awaited us with everything ready for their guests. Nearly all the Cousins came and what joy to grasp their hands and look into the dear faces again. Some of the older ones had perhaps one more wrinkle and were just a little less vigorous in their manner,‑ felt the chilly morning a little keener,‑ but the smile was the same and the voices were cheerful and brave as ever,‑ not a whine to be heard. We missed Tommie and Will Selph, but hope they can come next time.