Abiquiu, N.M. 2/7/50
I wonder how you are down in your shaft of the mine. Doris is leaving in the morning. Then I will go
into my own [illegible] shaft where I hope to find my own best salt. We have had a most wonderful winter. Each day so warm and lovely one feels it may be the last. Then it isn't-and the fine days go on-one after the other like a dream. I think you will find Doris improved - she looks very well and I think is better in her mind. I think she hopes to stay with you till about [illegible word strike] March. I have nothing to say about that except that you do as you wish - as is most convenient for you. She will be leaving
for Fisk at that time. If you do not let her stay with you would you mind if he arranged to see two or three people at the apartment?-people she will have to see for me. It may work out that she can see them at the Place-and it may not. I do not know how things will be there-but I thought you would not mind her using the apartment that way for me-whether she is staying there or not. Also she has sent a box to the apartment-either in you are or mine. We did not dare send it to the Place as there might be no one there to receive it. I hope all this will not bother you.
Have you any plans about coming out again? The winter has been so warm that always one thinks spring will start tomorrow. I have been so very pleased to be here. Thanks for all the Ettie etc news-I am interested to hear but I would rather be right where I am. The convent is finished. There was a high Mass for the blessing before they moved in. I went with much interest. The Arch Bishop interests me - very much. He makes the voice of God seem very stern. I was very interested. Then - we have had two or three [crossed out text] funerals. A truck.
then the men of the town [illegible] head walk singing - a real kind of a cry of sorrow. The [probably pentitentes] bell tolls - The women walk silently - double file after the men - Then after that - cars and trucks and what not follow - - The procession goes up the hill opposite me. The sad cry moving off in the distance up on the hill to the cemetery. It is a sad wonderful sort of sound - and a sorrowing sight. I would like them to sing that way when I die. My love to you Francis - I look forward to your coming again -
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