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    <title>GreacenStanford272</title>
    <Collections>Letters to Stanford</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1977 Mar 29th</Coverage>
    <Creator>LHL</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>GreacenStanford272</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Letter</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>German, Herta</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>LHL</Publisher>
    <Relation>LHL</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿following Monday. A German teacher is putting
me up and Herta will come to see me - she lives
about 100 miles south, but  in the same &quot;Land&quot;,
Baden-Wurrtemberg. This man wanted me to stay
longer but I don&#039;t know him very well. After
all,I haven&#039;t met his wife and family,and they
might be less willing to have me!
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