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copy of letter to Mrs. Fuller

October 25, 1938 Shipcote Hingham, Mass. Dear Mrs. Fuller, H0 w kind of you to write about "Here I Stay"! I work so much from snippets of experience, heresay and history that it is ha.rd for me to remember which is which when a book is finished. There are two women in our district who do their o,m fe.rming. One cuts unaid.ed twenty cords of wood and does her own plowi?'€. Horn Pond is the Muscongue end of Damariscotta of course, transferred. Most of the Tory father's opinions are Henry's. You 1 11 remember I we.s reading town histories for local history. The sailor with his little model came out of an English Sunday school tract. The doctor's wife's way of eating astonished the le.dy in Grandmother's First Hundred Years. I leaned heavily on that man who lived at Paris for the Vendue, the pigeons, and the catamount, in his book on his family. The cabin stands in a pine grove near Harvard, Mass. A chance visitor told me about his grandfather's shop on the Ossippee trail thet sold everything from gooseyokes to pulpits, and so the list goes endlessly on. I did find the name Deerwe.nder somewhere in Maine, probably some hamlet that has since died out. Where the Indians came from I don't remem ber now but Molly Mola.es es was real and. Captain Bob Bandylegs wasn't. The growing elm switch was nee..r Buffalo. My mother saw it as a girl, stuck in by a bride before the door of her new house. I'm at work on a new novel. Henry is still e.t the farm workingon his St. Lawrence book. We had a beautiful sum mer along its shores but missed the farm, where we spent a few weeks in September, so perfect that they almost covered over our sense of loss. Do remember me to Miss Stuart, wtth best wishes to yourself -~ Cord.ia.lly (Signed)

Elizabeth Coatsworth