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Egypt,
Pa.
Sat. Dec. 5, 1925
We are back after nine weeks in town. Our invalids are well
on their with to recovery, and it is good to be on the road
again. We left Yonkers Monday noon with a brand new windshield,
a great protection in this wintry weather.
When we reached lower Jersey it had looked like rain, so
we decided to camp immediately, in the lee of an old deserted
farmhouse near a brook; and where, because of the rain,
we stayed two nights. We can drive or sleep dry in the rain,
but we cannot either make or break camp dry in the rain.
However, we enjoyed a walk in the rain, returning to read
in our cozy, warm tent. It developed we were on some hunting
preserve, for a friendly and chatty keeper came to see what
we were up to.
The next day, feeling we had to go on in spite of the rain,
we reached our old camping ground here in Egypt, just as
it cleared long enough to pitch the tent and get our duds
under cover. But it has rained and blown hard every minute
of the four days since.
We have slept, dressed, read, written, listened to the radio,
received visitors, cooked, eaten, washed dishes--and ourselves
to some extent--in this seven-by-seven space for about one
hundred hours and the tent and its appurtenances, including
ourselves, are beginning to show wear and tear. Considering
everything, however, we have kept remarkably dry, warm,
clean and orderly. The trick of sleeping with newspapers
under and over us has kept out wind and cold. Bill has gone
down to the plant every day and I have taken several walks.
I certainly wish it would clear, though!
When Bill wasn't at the plant he has used every spare minute
to write a detailed report on the Giant Portland Cement
Co., its management, efficiency, production, labor situation,
and prospect for future growth, and is sending it to Frank
Shaw, the only one of his Wall St. friends who might be
interested in paying for Bill's continuing such a service.
He has bought some of the stock himself and is giving two
shares ($37 worth) to Mother and Dad for Christmas.
Today being Saturday, Harold arrived at 8:30 A.M. and stayed
all day. After helping Bill with the motorcycle, they both
drove over to North Hampton to get supplies. Harold says
he is going to go camping the way we do when he grows up.
This afternoon the Baer's boarder who works at the cement
plant dropped in, staying about three hours. Having had
"a bit of a nip," he generously offered us anything
we wanted at the farm, saying, "Just charge it to me."
His language was often quite "salty." When I asked
him if he had been in the navy, he replied, "Yes, mam,
I'se sailorized a heap."
One afternoon the three little girls came over with apples,
then later Harold brought corn he had popped. I am more
and more impressed by the kindness and generosity shown
campers.
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