
I take the liberty of sending you a barrel of potatoes and some cider, it seeming to
be the best way I know of expressing my feelings these Thanksgiving times, although
in the act I am awkwardly re minded of Uncle Pumblechook (in "Great Expectations") who
yearly announced to Mrs. Joe, "I have brought you as the compliments of the
season—I have brought you, Mum, a bottle of sherry wine—I have brought
you, Mum, a bottle of port wine"
I hope you will not see it in the same light however, the potatoes were grown on our new place and the cider is a portion of some we have been preparing to keep through the winter, Mrs Reeder and I hope you will accept them as a token of our highest regards.
Very sincerely yours, Wm. Reeder

