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From: David C. Madden
Sent: Sat 10 Apr 04
Subject: my mother and future letters-page use

Dear The New Yinzer,

As per my last, the letter(s) about the business with the thermostat and the self-vomiting, I had a recent conversation with my mother about how the information I provide to you in these letters is information I don't provide to her, over the phone. This conversation went, somewhat, like this:

She: How come you don't tell me what goes on in your life?
Me: What? What do you mean?
She: Well, like the throwing-up.
Me: How am I supposed to know that this is something worth telling you?
She: I don't know, but it's like I have to read those letters to find out what my son is up to.
Me: Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Etc. On the one hand, it's nice to know that my mother continues to read you every month, even when I haven't written anything but a measley email (did I tell you about the time I got "measles" in Boggle? I told this to a professor here and he responded with a personal-best about twice as long; a word I can't remember but do recall a latinate base with prefix(es) and suffix(es) attached...I was chided and envious), but on the other hand, all this correspondence and information may get out of control.

Which is to say: if my mother and I start using The New Yinzer's letters page to tell each other the things we forget to or somehow can't tell each other over the phone, I can't say it would be a surprise. I can, however, apologize to you and your readers in advance.

I'm facing a brick wall right now, in Love Library, with broken headphones balanced delicately on my head. The brick's pattern looks kinda like this:

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I am procrastinating the beginning of a term paper on the novella. If I am writing too often these days, it's because I need the distraction and hope that it all corresponds to honorable feelings of love and goodwill.

Yrs:
D.

From: lois treloar
Sent: Sat 10 Apr 04
Subject: "Friendship"

a fine poem - well written, evocative, with great imagery.

From: fordco
Sent: Sun 25 Apr 04
Subject: Ghost at the Heppenstall Steel Plant

The above article by Justin Wuycheck Issue 25 Aug. 2nd of the N.Y. Yinzer
I just found your magazine on this web site and it stuck home as my Father was killed on April 10th 1945. he was the master mechanic and asst to Ginger Trembath supt. of maintenance.
As there office was just off the forge shop it was quite noisy and due to the hammer strokes was a point of heavy vibration. As you left the office there was a set of R.R. tracks for the R.R. to back a flat car in and to be loaded with heavy forgings for various industries or the military.
Mt father never heard the cars and engine coming, it hit him and rolled him up,it was shortly after lunch and he lived until 9:00 that evening.
If you have an extra copy of this magazine or are able to photo copy it may I have a copy! You see the rest of the story is I was 14 my brother was 19 and in the Navy. He later rose to V.P. Production at Heppenstall Midvale and I went into sales at Heppenstall E. Brady Damon Div.
Thank you
Raymond H. Ford

P.S My Father was James W. Ford and my Brother was James Mason Ford