To Martha Stewart:
How many cats do you think is normal? How many times do I have to tell you that if you don’t write to me once a week, I go crazy? Yesterday I broke a frying pan, banging it on the front walk. I cracked the cement, too. PLEASE WRITE!!!
To Princess Diana:
Enclosed are 3 photographs. One was taken on Dover Beach, right before the war. The others are obviously photos of you when you were a little child. Funny how much you resemble yourself, even then.
To Elizabeth Barrett Browning:
I’d like to go to Paris, or Tokyo–someplace big and confusing where I can’t speak the language. I need a navy blue sweater with white, narrow stripes and some white pants to wear. And red shoes. I don’t want to take my mother.
To Margaret Mead:
I must sign off so I can get this to the Post Office today. It takes several hours to walk there, now that the bridge is out. I carry scraps of bread and chicken bones to divert the foxes, who can be harassing this time of year.
GladErrand 