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Have not forgotten when Uncle Asahel
had his leg broken -- and his black horse --
and many many things lives in my memory
How he used to delight in teasing us just a
little for fun -- O, the dear old Uncle the last of his family

I have rested many times since I commenced
this and I think you will need to rest
if you read all this at one time -- I have
made many mistakes, but I feel you will
excuse all -- Mr. Crawford send regards --

With much love to all I am as ever
Lovingly your Josephine .J. Crawford

[written upside down on bottom of page]
Dear Auntie, put this moss on white paper piece
by piece, taken apart then its beauty can be seen
and you can arrange it to look very pretty --

"Call us not weeds
We are flowers of the Sea,
For lovely and bright
And gay-tinted are we,
And quite independent
Of Sunshine and Showers,
Then call us not weeds
We are ocean`s gay flowers."

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