Dear Frida. This is a Monday
morning and before anything else
I wish to send you a few lines
of greeting and expressions of thought
and affection. How are you. Don’t
lose courage. I visit with you many
times in thought even if I don’t
give you any evidence of it. My
family are in France — They will
be abroad for 3 months which leaves
me rather busy directing things at
the farm over the weekends. The
heat has been terrible all summer
with temperatures for weeks now
over 90F. You recall those days
the hospital. They are worse than
those — all with high humidity.

I miss Mexico always and wish
my work allowed me to visit more
often. When I feel a very strong de-
sire to go to Mexico and can not
I read some of my Mexican books.

— I am now re-reading “Cabello de Elote.”

Perhaps you don’t know it. It is located
in Michocan — a part of Mexico
I know much less than elsewhere.

I went to visit Concha at Uruapan
once.

Well my Darling One. Now I
shall take up my tools for the day’s
work and so until another
time take good care of yourself.

Jacobson

July 21