The following is the continuing saga of the transcription of the letter my Grandmother Flavie Theaux wrote to my cousin Peggy.
"Feb 1-76 1
I wrote this note in my book
many years ago. My boy came
homw he could not keep a job.
So I prayed
This is what I wrote on my little [scratched out] black book.
God, please find him a good
place where he is wonted needed
happy and satisfide grant him
the grace to be able to do for him
self what other can not do.
about a big boy r on me he should
be at work. I know he could not
work. So I kept him paid a
little insurance he had taken
and for him all his need he
stay with us But best of
all I am now 80 Papa 83 and
we could not do with out
him. And he take good care
of us bothe. he is not a
house keeper and not much
of a cook he make us comfortable
Bath chand [and] cover me in
bed. No rest room has that
care you can not buy that
kind of care. I have had no money
to pay him. But in Jan
his insurance came over 1000
