Airplane Stationery — Somewhere in Scotland
Letter #12

Dear Sweetheart.

Land at last — Thank God!

The trip across was really a story which of course I can't relate, but suffice it to say —— all arrived safe + well.

Where I am now is a story book land. The land — after all it is winter + Scotland is, I believe about 500 miles above the U.S. + it's Spring. I have never seen such lush green — all shades — + yellow fields. All so neat + prim like an old maid school teacher chaperoning the Senior Prom. And the homes — well the homes + the fields + the collies — are just like Hollywood picture. "How Green Was My Valley" Unbelievable. The homes are all of stone — as a matter of fact the most vivid impression of Scotland is the contrast of such (pool table) green + black — the stones are so aged. Everywhere you go there are stone fences — neat + uniform. All the homes have smoke stacks + ventilators as a unit, + so many stacks meet the eye that it is another common denominator.

[Small sketch of connected chimneys: ĥĥĤĤ ĤĤĤĤ]

The sense of permanence which the blackened (or aged) stone homes + fences is reinforced by the similarity of the workers' homes — all long but with many separate homes in it

[Hand-drawn sketch of a row of connected houses with peaked roofs, chimneys, and windows]

the plot of land in many instances extended about 70 ft. to the rear + even though that plot was but 30 ft. wide — a stone fence.

And these fences are not eyesores — rather they add to the richness of the landscape.

Shall close this letter so it won't be too heavy, + conclude by saying that Scotland is Grimm's Fairy Tales alive.

Your devoted husband
Dolph

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