Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Bessie Morgan Rex - letter December 7, 1936.

Harold Morgan Rex 1936

8 p.m. on the 7th [December]
My dear boy,

Procrastination—thy name is “mother”—with apologies to some great writer. And it is surely too bad when my son is the victim. Simply must get this off in the morning. Don’t think we have forgotten you. We look at your picture & talk of you everyday. And what a picture. I am very proud of it, and very happy to see you enjoying such good health. You certainly look fine. Where did you get that marcel from. Well, keep up the good health.

I am afraid you will think we neglected you for Xmas, but when we didn’t hear from you for three weeks, we decided the strike had tied up the mail, and decided even a cake wouldn’t be safe. We sent a little extra for you, last month & will do the same this. Hope you had a very nice Xmas. Did the missionary arrive with your garments? And Clara’s parcel. I hope so. Didn’t hear if he even got away.

Elden Rex's wife came over before the strike, and now she cant get back (to Honolulu, I mean). She may go on the Clipper.

Today we are all excited, of course, about the King ofEngland. Poor king—What is it? “Heavy is the head that wears a crown.” Be thankful you aren’t a king.

Broadcasts come every day from S.A., but they are from Argentine. Thank heaven, this western hemisphere is at peace. I would be sorely worried if we were ready to fly at each other’s throats the way they are in Europe.

I’m afraid Helen has told you all the local news, so I shant repeat.

Morgan is very busy making Flora a cabinet for Xmas. I surely like that shopwork at school. Flora is doing fine in school. She brings home the best reports. Well, she brought your letter from the P.A. It is of Nov. 7. Just one month. Wish this heat could be divided up a little. It is a shame for you to be so warm and us to be so cold. Do you only get mail once a week? Am glad you enjoy tracting. I imagine

It is rather discouraging to not be able to convert those people. I suppose indifference is the drawback to spreading the Gospel.

So far, I haven't seen anything in the paper of the Brazilian Mission. Will watch for it tho'.
I’m glad you feel nearer home. Sometimes I forget how far it is, but when somebody asks how far it is, I gasp at the thought.

I imagine there are many Catholics there, although as a rule Germans aren’t Catholics. But one usually things of S.A. as Catholic.

The family came in last night & so I didn’t get my letter finished. Now I have one to write to Winnie. I’m afraid this is hardly going to be Xmas this year. Nobody’s coming home. There is a skitter of snow on the ground & it is cold. Helen is lonesome & even Win can’t come up. Does she write as interesting letters to you as to us. We surely get a kick out of them.

“San Francisco” is here next Fri & Sat. I must get to see that. It is good.

I have two boys putting on their overshoes to go to the corral. Sometimes I wonder if boys were made to quarrel. Those two can’t be in the same room five minutes, together.

I am simply bewildered sometimes with them. Talking, scolding—nothing phases them—Remember? Oh dear. Just outside. It has warmed up & black clouds are drifting overhead. Snow, probably. I hope it is for Xmas.

Well sonny, I have run out of gab—it isn’t news.

I like the tone of your letters & I’m sure you are “growing up.” Your ideas are changing, about life, aren’t they. I surely hope the influence of these two years stays with you through your life.
Fred is coming home next week. I’m a little afraid his success as a missionary has gone to his head. He is just a small spoke in a big wheel, tho’. There are many good missionaries in the field.
Isn’t your correspondence lagging a little. Why don’t you write to the bishop sometime.

Well, now it’s Win’s turn. Here’s hoping your next year will be as successful as your last. Did I wish you Mery Xmas. I hope I did. But I’m forgetful. As soon as this strike is over we will send you a cake. Love & kisses from all. Our prayers are always that the Lord will bless & help you.

Gluck Ouf. Some marks needed but I don’t know where.   Mother


  1. That little cabinet Mom got for Christmas in 1936 is still with us. The Andrus girls used it when they were growing up and then it was repainted and in Mom's kitchen for her grandchildren to use. It held toys and Knick Knacks. Now it is Stan's daughter Ally.

  2. Your mother showed me the little girl's kitchen cupboard she kept in her kitchen. It seems like it had "Morgan" written on it from when he was building the cabinet in shop, or the piece of board he was building it from, was in the shop class. Even though the cabinet had been painted, the name "Morgan" had never been painted over. I'm glad you read this letter, Flora Lee, I hoped you would.