(February, 1947)
Dear Dad:
I am writing you these four lines so that you can imagine a little of how we are, because we are very sad with the recent death of our dear grandmother, but anyway, what can we do, life is like that.
Here we have passed a few days ago a cold wave I suppose that you have already found out because it has been quite bad, we will have to cut the olive trees and some other trees, now we are waiting for the cleanings to work, surely I will go with your companions Vilamajó, Riera etc.. You will tell uncle Jaime to send me if he can some other photograph because I like them very much and waiting for yours, your son who loves you says goodbye.
Leocadio Segura