A friend came to pick Julia Anne up in a “closed car” — apparently the Lanhams had only open cars with convertible tops — and “we took her home. She stood the trip well, and seems to be doing nicely,” her father wrote. He didn’t mention ice cream, but I bet she got plenty as her tonsils healed.
A good many people came to visit, no doubt bringing get-well…
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