Bessie and P.H. Rex's Randolph, Utah home about 1941.
1 of 2 parts of a long typed letter.
Randolph, Utah, June 29, 1937.
My dear boy,
Helen would laugh at me if she could see the way I am using
up all the space on this piece of paper, but then, maybe I can get somebody
else to write a line this evening.
It is a dark stormy afternoon. We have had a lovely rain. It
has been grand this year. Everything this year is growing fine—now it has
warmed up. We haven’t had a letter for over three weeks, and I can’t help
wondering what is the matter with you. You seem so far away anyway, you
shouldn’t neglect us this way.
We got a letter from Winnie saying there were two
missionaries at the home going to Brazil, but dearie, your daddy is kind of
flat in his pocketbook. It is rather hard to keep everything going, when one
needs so much to farm with. I suppose you need those shirts too, don’t you?
Well, maybe we can get them to you before you come home. You see, with Winnie
needing some every month, and a family here to keep—well, it keeps one going.
Elma and Claude are having their wedding reception Friday,
and we must go to that. Flora is on the program. There is also a Brough reunion
out at Lyran Saturday, but don’t think we shall go.
Daddy is working for the government today, and is up to
Wasatch. I suppose he will be wet, for the storm seems quite general. Morgan
and Maeser are out building fence. Morgan helped me this morning, digging up
more grass for flower beds. I wonder if I shall ever get enough flowers.
Helen said she thought Wimmers had sold their place to Uncle
Will’s boys—Charles, Ben and Bob. Glen is going to school and teaching. I
rather think he will have the fullest life after all. I have decided that
ranches are just back breakers. I sincerely hope you can go on to school, and
find something worth while to do. Leland said he had been offered two
positions—one for $2400.00 and one for $1800.00. You don’t make money like that
on the ranch, and you don’t kill your wife off either trying to do it. Leland
is going to school too. I think they will make out fine. Fred is home now from
school, but he is such a conceited egg. I hope you don’t get conceited. Glenn
Frazier hasn’t located anything permanent yet, but I hope he soon does. Helen
is so discontented. I hope they can locate in California. If he just had a few
years of college. I have come to the conclusion, that after all, this life is
to be happy in as you go along, and I can’t think the way to do that is to nig
your life out for some--in years to come. Your father and I don’t agree on this
point, but he must realize it, for his life is done for when it comes to
ranching. There is too much to see too, to stay in a little place like this all
your days.
So many things are happening in this world today. Of course
I shouldn’t care to be out in it to live. Labor troubles are terrible, and they
keep us in constant fear of war in Europe. I surely think Satan is having his
turn at things.
Flora is going down for the mail, and here’s hoping there is
one from you. Winnie said she had not heard from you for some time either. You
must be very busy. My, the letters I do miss. I am practicing blind typing.
Maybe I can get a job. Ha ha. Well, this page is nearly full, so I shall stop
for a little while and probably I may think of something more inspirational
when I finish.
P.S. Vera Pearl has a baby girl [Written in long hand at the
bottom of page.]
(to be continued)
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