47 Glencairn Ave.
Tuesday [28 Dec. 1954]
Mother came home this morning. Uncle Cal and I met her at the station at noon. Winnie came at 10, cleaned up everything, replaced all my correspondence, which I shall have to resort, bless her plump calves (spell this last word). Cal came up and had dinner with us, bringing a fat delicatessen chicken. He has just left, and we are preparing for a much-needed night's rest.
There are still 200 Xmas cards to be examined not to say answered. We start tomorrow in real earnest.
Your mother is slipping a note for you in the envelope. Did Julia show you how to work the wood-pecker action?
I am re-mailing your cards.