Dearest Vieva:

It is just impossible for me to know where to begin thanking you for that delightfully charming, little rug, which I received Monday evening, and intended to answer it Tues.—but this is now Wed. morning the first I have had a chance to sit long enough to answer, but not only having received the rug, but also, your splendid, long, interesting letter and the little booklets or leaflets you sent at the same time. I am—like yourself—always so very happily busy, the time just flies along but, dearie, we understand each other so very well, a long delay only causes: a sympathetic smile, and a loving throb of the heart, and a bless your dear heart it's all right attitude-of-mind. 0 my! There are so many extraordinarily interesting things happening all the time, I do so often wish we could talk it all over together.

When I opened the package you sent and took out that little rug I said, 0! my! And I just gave that little "chunk" of loving remembrances woven so exquisitely together by your loving hands, which made it doubly dear, and I just gave it a good long hug (while I was very busy just then trying to swallow an uncomfortable lump that seemed to have suddenly lodged in my throat) the only bit I recognized was the corner decorations of "The Old Golf Cafe" of never forgotten memories, but I knew each interwoven thread lent its tribute of full value and charm to its completeness. On a couch in my room was a pillow with a fine black sateen back, so I turned it "back foremost"—and found it was just the right size for your—now my—pillow rug to fit; with an inch margin showing, as I laid my little treasure rug in place and it is so thick and heavy it curved over the edges, looking thoroughly happy and at home, and there it still clings with nothing to hold it there, it even lets me "pat its back" (which is now front) and lay my head on it without budging, and would you believe it—1 can almost imagine it "purrs."

One would think you had worked from a "color scheme" of either this room or my "studio" at Branchville, the soft blending of oriental tones of color are in such perfect harmony, it "tastes" delicious. I simply cannot tell you how very much I appreciate it, and thank you for it, my precious child.

Now dearie, as "the last was the first" the "first shall be last" and I am going to confess something: When I have answered all of my many letters that have slowly collected for a long time, it gives me an ideal, self-satisfied, goody-goody feeling that cannot be expressed in writing, but doubtless you know exactly how it is to enjoy the same satisfaction, eh?

Well, when I read you last splendid, newsy letter, I realized how much of your precious time it must have taken, but as you had been kind enough to send those leaflets (which I shall mention later) it made me feel I should answer at once, but I did not, for I knew it would put you in debt—again so soon, but at that time I did not expect to wait so long as this has been, perhaps you may think such queer notions are very funny but, somehow I'm full of them.

However, that "treasure rug"—that's its name now—brought me to my senses all right, and now I have dropped every thing else for the day, to make up for lost time.

How like you, dearie, to take such a keen interest in everything I am doing, it just seems to "charge my battery" as we used to say—to get a letter from you. I am very much pleased that you sent those booklets. They are quite different in many ways from present New Thought manner of thinking and I can use many of their sayings in way of comparison things so ancient but still used that I had almost forgotten them. I mean especially "The Watch Tower" published here in Brooklyn. You can't imagine how awfully behind the times it is every single word in it is long before Christ's time. It says: according to scripture we are now living in the last days of Satan's reign—also, "No human power can heal the sick or take selfishness out of human hearts we cannot do it— only the Kingdom of Christ can do that. We cannot help ourselves or others. Jehovah has to do it. The human family has lost every thing because of "Adam's sins" all human efforts have proven a failure. We should think in broad terms and not be so narrow minded.

Honestly I have not read its equal for a long time, for I do not take my precious time to travel backwards, but it only comforts me to see what fast and splendid progress we are today making in the world and there are many things in these books that will help me to show where Brooklyn—called "the city of churches" is standing today! I have found many things here that are unbelievable and very interesting.

Yes, I remember the round building called "The Bahai Temple" and have often wished I could attend a service there. But, I do not remember that there was church near where I was visiting you in New York but as you say it might be worth looking up. I always find something worthwhile every time I start out "on a voyage of discovery."
I shall surely try to get one of Father Thompson's Book for children" do earnestly it will prove to be a "best-seller" among "children's books." I agree with you that many "new thoughts" are like many Christian Scientists—as well as most fundamentalists. "They know a lot that ain't so" and it makes them—not us—queer you know? Then I don't care particularly for them either, but some of them—the real kind—are just splendid. (The ones who think as we do I mean.)

Well I suppose Ernest is back home again before this time. It was such a pleasure to hear his voice over the phone the other evening, but I was so sorry he did not have time to come to call if only for a few minutes. He is the only one who ever calls me "Ma Wick" over the phone so of course I always know it. I just love to hear him if I cannot see him, do hope he had wonderful success and that before very long he will be able to take me to that promised "chicken dinner" and hope he will be able to come to see me next time.

How interesting it is when the children are getting to be old enough to take part in different entertainments—eh—I'm sure Margarita will greatly enjoy her music class and will make a lovely little "Blue Bird," but you can tell Winifred if she ever makes a cartoon of me there's going to be trouble for nobody—so far in my life—has ever done such a thing, but I do hope some time she will be able to make a perfectly splendid picture of grandma for no one else has ever been able to make on of her to suit the rest of the family.

I am sure my little Vivette will be able to do everything else the rest do, "and then some."

And, little Junior, I am sure will keep step with the whole crowd.

Bless every one of those blessed children. Grandma just loves every one of them and only wishes she could be with them oftener. Dear me! I am trying to write so fast I am afraid you will not be able to make some of the words out.

As I have no encyclopedia I think I will take a look at "Comptons" for I often need a help myself. The old ones are almost useless now if one tries to keep up with the times.

You said you wished I would let you know if there is anything in the way of information for my book that you could get for me. Perhaps you will regret that remark when you find out something I have wished very often I could find out for I cannot remember a single thing but the fact that it did really occur. Now perhaps it was Allie and not you who knows more about it. I only wish I had written it down at the time but of course I did not know at that time I should ever need it but it would make such a nice article in my book showing the gradual progress in the growth of religion. Come to think of it, I will write it on a separate sheet of paper then you can hand it to Allie if you know nothing about it as I want to send a small box with this letter and the day is nearly over, may not get time to write it out carefully today, but will send it as soon as I can. It is about the "Men's Club" meetings in Chicago, that I attended once with someone I cannot remember who, she sang in the choir of three hundred voices.

The small box contains about two yards of figured schiffon, it is washable, and of good quality but as it was on a remnant counter (at our best Brooklyn store) it is a bit soiled, many are now using about two yards of full width this figured material for a scarf over a thin dress or one without sleeves evenings to be use if preferred as a shawl, left full width in the back or held full over the arms or long like a cafe or "any old way." I thought the piece I bought was black and white, but found it was blue and white instead and does not look with my other things, but as it is the color of the things you used to find so becoming a sort of cadet blue not too bright thought you might like to have it. Some have them picot edged, others use hem stitching but the finest are finished with about a quarter inch hand hemmed border all around, of course a machine made hem would answer and perhaps few would ever notice the difference, at the same time there was a sale of pleated skirts for every day use so reasonable I bought two for five dollars. They were of black silk, one to use, one to keep for better wear. They had white silk uppers which I cut off, will enclose them also for perhaps you can make some use of them.

Well, as the whole day is over, will close in time to mail this letter and package—lots of love and kisses to every one of you dear ones and a special lot to your own precious self.

Very lovingly. Mamma