The view of the lake from my front window is real fuzzy. This county has zero visibility according to all the weather reports. Believe me, I have seen worse ..one evening when the lake was cooling , chunky looking fog resembling mammoth grey Legos appeared to be rushing the shore.
I found a letter written from my older first cousin , Marge Anglin to my aunt Anna Rapp when they were both in their early 20s during second world war. May 14, 1943.
    
    Dearest Anna,
    Hello, how is everything with you, honey, hunky-dory I hope. I'm fine and rather busy.
    This is a little late, but , well "Congratulations!" (recently married to GI Jess Dillman from        Rochester, In. before he shipped over-seas.)  Be happy as you can, this war won't last long. 
    
     Jack and Bill (Anglin) both, are in the army. Jack is in Camp Mc Lain , Miss. and Bill is in 
    Fort Dix, N.J.  Jack has such a sweet baby, John Henry Jr.
    
    Why don't you come over sometime?  Phyl ( Knepper, Marge's best friend ),and I think of 
    you a lot. Mary (Phyl's sister, we know as Mary Lee), is home from college now. I think she is going to Chicago to work.
    
     Gee, Anna, you should see Kayo and Janny (that's me) They are sure growing up. You know how slow and easy Kayo and Janny are...PO asked them why they had to be so slow and Janny cutely replied "Cause, I'm just like my uncle Wayne." Have you heard from Wayne? Almost everyone in your class is in the Army. I don't know where they are.

    Well, Anna, be good and write when you can.      Love, Marge
(The picture is of Marge's BF, Phyllis Knepper and Marge, on the right, when they were pre-teens.)
    

Wow....I'm impressed my Mac schooled daughter braved the tortures and perils of this Windows os to let me type my blog and get my mail on this new laptop.

The scene outside my window is a rich glowing golden yellow caused by the sugar maple leaves clinging to wet roofs and covering the ground .Some still hang on the tree making the room seem bright although it is a grey cloudy day.
I figured a few things out today which made me feel my aging brain can still work, (with the good Lords help, I am sure).
The museum is picking up antiques we no longer need...I solved an Alexa problem and got my upstairs heater  to work without bothering anyone.
This time of the year is somewhat more relaxed for me as it was in my teen years unlike a couple of my children who spent early Nov. still involved with marching band in their teens. My friends and I just goofed around, waiting until basketball season started.
Here is a an early Nov. diary entry from my teen-aged in 1941 aunt Anna Rapp.
Saturday...up at 9:00. Count (her older, married sister), cleaned the house. I went uptown and got groceries. (Uptown was Burket, where Anna lived with newly married Count and Shorty. She was finishing out her schooling at Burket although her father had remarried and moved to Rochester.)
Got dinner (actually lunch). Ate. Count went to Warsaw. I did dishes and washed my clothes. Pinned up my hair..went uptown
Wayne is in the same group as Bud Davis at P camp.(army just before WW2.)
Ball game..got beat bad by Sidney. Bed 3 am.
Sunday....up at 11:30. Dinner. Hub and Mary Alice took me out to Moores to get my senior proofs.They are not bad..look natural.We messed around all PM. Count and Shorty got home. Count got supper. Hub and M.A. stayed.  We had gobs of fun. Had fun uptown with Macy too. He is nuts!!