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DS fanfic ch. 1 cont...8/20/67
Sep. 5th, 2009 05:01 pmAugust 20, 1967
My father is well and we have been enjoying my visit to Boston. He has been filling me in on some of the family history and sharing information about some of my relatives in the area I’ll be moving to.
He has a cousin, a Professor T. Elliot Stokes, in the area and has arranged for me to call on him once I am settled. Another cousin on his mother’s side was married to an artist named Samuel Evans. She is deceased but has a daughter in the area. My father doesn’t know Mr. Evans at all, but with him being in the artist community I may eventually meet him.
My grandmother sent a small, protective wreath from Vancouver when she learned that I was moving to Maine. It is to go on my front door, either outside or inside. Tomorrow I leave my father’s house and make the drive up to Collinsport.
My father is well and we have been enjoying my visit to Boston. He has been filling me in on some of the family history and sharing information about some of my relatives in the area I’ll be moving to.
He has a cousin, a Professor T. Elliot Stokes, in the area and has arranged for me to call on him once I am settled. Another cousin on his mother’s side was married to an artist named Samuel Evans. She is deceased but has a daughter in the area. My father doesn’t know Mr. Evans at all, but with him being in the artist community I may eventually meet him.
My grandmother sent a small, protective wreath from Vancouver when she learned that I was moving to Maine. It is to go on my front door, either outside or inside. Tomorrow I leave my father’s house and make the drive up to Collinsport.
