By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 16, 2018 From Te Karere, May 1948 – Dearest Mother By Estelle Webb Thomas My first impulse on returning from the funeral, was to go to your room and tell you all about it. That second thought which shows me your empty chair, your glasses lying so pathetically on your Bible, is the one that stabs me so. But I have carried all the interesting items and bits of gossip to you for so long, that I cannot miss...
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