Margaret Proctor

Dear Campbell:
Your dear Mother and I were friends for many years, going back to when I transferred from Boston to Baltimore in 1950. I remember you were a little girl and we were instant friends. I even met your great grandmother also, at age 100, in Hingham when I went to Milton to see my family. She was very special. I had lunch with your mother at Broadmead last year with Libby Murphy. Her remark to me was 'you've gotten old'. She always said it like it was! I laugh about it. She...

Dearest Margaret: You were my great friend since meeting you and Bitsy as neighbors in the nineteen fifties. The last time I saw you was at Rose Machens' home when her husband Arthur died. When I read your obituary notice I cried at your leaving but thinking back at the decades of our friendship I felt like smiling at all the good things we all shared for so many years. I will miss you terribly every day until we see each other again, somewhere on the other side. If Campbell reads this...