I came across an odd bit of writing today.  I can't tell where it came from, but it is a different handwriting than that of my Aunt Dolly.  There was a picture of my new cabin house laying on the desk beside it.

The scrap of paper and the picture:

"It is nice to have her sitting here with me, though she writes of her laments while I write necessary things.  In truth, we would both rather tell the real story.


Still, that we are together, I suppose, is the most important."

btw, I did visit with Dolly, finally.  I am journaling that, although I haven't finished those pages, yet.