The Hounds Are Gone
In 1936, my grandmother wrote a letter to her parents in which she announced that her younger brother David had written her a "note with only 9 lines on it." She included a transcription:
Dear Mimi,
You did not write a letter to me. Daddy and Mother left on Friday. Nana is here. The hounds are gone.
Good-bye,
David.I imagine the hounds racing through the woods chasing deer and then camping in an abandoned cabin, drinking whiskey, and toasting their freedom.
Dear Mimi,
You did not write a letter to me. Daddy and Mother left on Friday. Nana is here. The hounds are gone.
Good-bye,
David.
