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June 8 1924

My dear Mrs Shipman,

Last Friday
morning when Effie came
tapping on my door and
Says, "Miss Merritt did you
know Mr. Shipman was
dead". I was so Sorry and
Shocked that I grew weak
for not more than nine
months ago, we were all
at the dinner table happy
as a family could be
for we had every thing packed
for a week's camping trip in
the Mountains to-gether and
we were discussing some plans
when all at once father was
stricken unconscious and
died in a few Hours.

Death seems so cruel but

I consoled my self by saying that
He doeth all things well and
For the Best.

You should be very thankful

for his life and that he had so
many friends.

I found the thing that

Helped me most to bear my
sorrow was this so I thought I
would pass it on – "Not to
worry or think" of it. Its awful
hard to do and awful easy
to say, but when I found my
self thinking about it, I would get some
thing to read, play the piano or plan
some where to go or some times just
a little thing as going to the window
and looking out any thing to divert my
mind. for worry doesn't help and it
does hinder.

I have missed you

coming in here, now don't
forget us for we are
not Forgetting you,

Sincerly yours,

Beatrice G. Merritt.