Letter from Grace E. Hall to Clarence Edmonds Hemingway

March 10th. 96. 4 P. M. My Dearest Love, How gently you take my crossness, when I was such a bear. Since last week I have had a letter from Laura, but for a whole month she did not write me, but once, when I wrote her about five letters - So there - that is my grievance bag and

you have been to the bottom of it. Your picture of a cozy Tuesday night supper was most refreshing only 4 more Sunday nights and Sunshine will pour the tea. I wonder if it will taste any better to you, my dear one. As for Alice, I write her all the time, she is one of my "old reliables". March is spinning along at a terrible rate but none too fast to suit me, I seem to want Mama terribly

lately, I wake up every night and cry for her - It is very wrong and selfish of me but, I don't seem to be able to reason against it. Oh! I wish we could all go to heaven right now. Good bye Sunshine, till tomorrow Your true Grace P. S. Mr. Lorey came to see me this morning. It is trying to snow this afternoon - Will the white flowers be out on Mama's grave when I get home? April 8th

postmark: OAK PARK, ILL REC'D MAR 14 1896 7:30 AM

From G.E.H. 169 East 63 St. New York City. Clarence E Hemingway 500 N. Oak Park Ave. Oak Park Cook Co. Illinois postmark: NEW YORK MAR 11 8 AM