Old Days at Beverly Farms

by Mary Larcom Dow

Remember him in your prayers.

Thine, thine, Molly Polly.

Beverly Farms.
Jan. 25, 1919.

My Dear Mrs. Goddard:

I didn't know till the other day, when I accidentally met Mr. Hakanson, that you had had an anxious and worried time this winter, with Mr. Goddard in the hospital. I am glad to know that he is able to be at home now. Tell him with my love, that our old neighbor, Mrs. Goodwin, once broke her leg, and she told me that though she expected to be always lame, that in a year she could not remember which leg was broken.

I hope you and the boys have been well, in this winter of worries. As to ice, I am scared to death of it, nothing else ever keeps me in the house.

My old assistant at school, declares that one winter she dragged me up and down Everett St., every school day! Nothing like the quietness of this winter at Beverly Farms was ever seen. I think I must suggest to the Beacon St. people to come down. We have had a good many dark days, but now and then, I lie in my bed and watch the sun come up and glorify the oaks on your hill.

And then I quote to "Jim" Emerson's lines:

"Oh! tenderly the haughty day