Correspondence (incoming): Lathrop, Charles, 1902 May- Sep

many kisses

I remain Your little niece

Jennie S. Lathrop

San Francisco Aug. 21/92 Sunday Morning

Dear Aunt Jennie,

It is so long since I have written to anyone except an occasional letter to my father, since he has been East - that I am afraid I have almost forgotten how, so if I don't manage to make myself intelligable to you, please pardon me and accept my excuse

knowing that my intentions are good.

I cannot explain to you what a loss the death of Aunt Anna has proved to all of us, and I know it has proved an equal one to you; we were so happy all of us together at the house; Aunt Anna kind words and love to all us and the happy home she made for us, we did not thoroughly appreciate until she had gone from us and we realized that she would never come back to us again. She was a

thoroughly good and beautiful woman, treating every one alike and making everyone who knew love her, for it was impossible to do otherwise, and the beautiful love which she carried always in her heart and soul was seen in her face and of which not even Death could rob her, for her face was beautiful as though she saw God himself and her happiness were complete. I only wish you could have seen her face if only for a moment, for it was the most beautiful and sweet-

est face I have ever seen and not even the most skeptical would dare doubt but that peace and love had reigned in her heart all her life.

The service at the house were quiet, but beautiful and I felt the tears coming and tried to keep them back for I had Jennie with me but she happened to look up and then she sobbed as if her little heart was broken and it made my heart ache to hear her.

Poor little sister! she isn't yet old enough to realize the extent of her love, to