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In Memoriam 
Letter of Mrs. C. E. Raymonp, 
Former Director of Illinois Audubon Soctety 
My dear Miss Craigmile:— Jan. 17, 1924. 
The other day I had only a few minutes to talk to you—I want you 
to know how much I appreciated your letter written last July. Had 
thought that I might.get into the Audubon meeting and see you but so 
far have not done so. We belong to the Social Study Circle, which al- 
most always comes on the same evening. My husband won’t let me go 
into Chicago alone in the evening and the meetings have been too inter- 
esting to skip. From now on, however, we can come if they have their 
meetings the second Tuesday. Suppose Miss Mitchell has gone south 
with her mother. 
You surely had many things to enjoy in the North. The pink lady- 
slippers and the pitcher plants sound awfully good. Am glad you saw 
the pileated woodpecker. Isn’t he a dandy? i have seen him in northern 
Wisconsin. Have you see the southern species and the ivory-billed? 
Do you see the auk? There is a long description about the kirtland 
warbler in the last number which has just arrived. How many things 
there were to enjoy everywhere about you and what a wonderful thing 
it is to know how to enjoy them. I listened yesterday to a lady from the 
University talk about the geological specimens in the cases 1n the exhibit 
and it made me feel as if I was missing a great deal by not knowing any- 
thing about that subject. 
As I sit here by my dining room window this zero morning the birds 
are busy at my feeding station. The red-head woodpecker has kept close 
to my suet all fall and winter. The downy and hairy, a number of them, 
are here at one time; the nuthatches keep well filled with sunflower 
seeds. The nasty house sparrow has learned to open the seeds; so I am 
kept busy keeping up the supply. You never would realize that I have 
killed 500 during the last two summers. The blue jays also come fre- 
quently and often a pair arrive at the same moment. Quite frequently 
brown creeper looks over the bark on the trees hunting the crumbs left 
by the woodpeckers in the crevices. You know the crows come into the 
yard watching the suet and I think when it gets small enough they carry 
it away, although I have not actually seen them. A day or so ago I saw 
a flicker in the next yard but he did not find my food. 
I want to tell you something about my trip. It was so very inter- 
esting to me—too much to write about—so sometime when I see you I 
shall no doubt bore you. Sincerely, 
Carrie M. Raymonp (Mrs. C. E. Raymond) 
Hinsdale, Illinois 
