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"Wilma.. my maid... she was an ominous woman, I never knew much about her. The only details she told me were that of her children. George, the youngest. Was tall and broad shoulder with a knack for craftsmanship. Her middle child, Maryline. As her mother claimed, was an excellent sewer. I always found that fascinating. I always thought about the fact that Wilma let her daughter sew but my mother forbade me from it. How strange. And as for her youngest, John- in which one of her children I've met- works the farm. She always claimed how he had a knack for gardening and I always found that quite attractive. But, obviously, that wouldn't work out. I loved every minute of her stories, it was like entertainment to me. But sadly I wont be able to hear them again. Like my father always said "All good things must come to an end Marygold!" And he'd always swat his finger around. How annoying, I'm shocked people trusted him as a mayor. Pardon my rambling, this is her time. Wilma was a kind lady, one with a pure heart. She didn't deserve to go the way she did. I could've saved her and her 3 children. It hurts me to know they were turned to dust because of my unthoughtful family. I wont let her die in vain!"
July 23, 1873
