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)