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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 03300