Randolph, Utah
Wednesday, June 23, 1937.
My dear boy,
Well, this is your sister’s new typewriter, that is, the
writing, and this is your mother doing the thinking of it. I have been making
FLORA a dress, but stopped to get this written. You see, last Sunday was
conference, and last week I was a very busy woman. Then Sunday there were
meetings all day until nine at night, so I had no chance to write. Clara was down to the afternoon meeting, but
her folks had gone to Provo to visit. She is still a very sweet girl, so don’t
worry if you don’t hear from her all the time.
I must tell you. Ben [Rex] gave Afton [James] a diamond last
week. Oh me. You know Afton, and how she would act.
It is beautiful weather here now. We thought it would never
warm up, but finally summer has come. Aunt Edna [Rex] took me to Monte last
evening. It is so beautiful up there. The roads are grand. No dust; and the
scenery is gorgeous. I suppose though you are used to beautiful scenery. Mr. Murray
from the college was here yesterday. He asked about you. Did you ever write
him? He would be delighted to hear from you. Excuse letters missed and extra
spaces. This is a funny little jigger to work, and I shall have to get used to
it. I am going to practice the touch system though. Maybe some day I shall want
a job. I am wondering what to tell you. We didn’t get a letter from you this
week, and I surely missed it. Nothing much happens up here. It was Mutual and
Relief Society conference convention, so we just had board members from the organizations.
It was very good though, but I must confess the women were the best speakers.
There are some choke cherry blossoms we gathered yesterday,
on the buffet and they surely do smell sweet. Are there tall pines and quaken
asp groves down there, or are they distinctly American, or Rocky Mountain. They
are most beautiful anyway. I brought down a few shrubs, so maybe by the time
you come home they will be growing well.
They played “Red Sails in the Sunset” the other night on the
radio, and Oh dear, did I get homesick to see my boy. Willard Tingey sails the
28th for home. Doesn’t seem like he has been gone two years tough.
His father always asks me how that Brazilian is. Oh, and Mr. Guymon told me to
tell you hello.
Mr. Jackson is working in his garden. Cant you see him,
grubbing along each row, clearing out every weed. He gets a little slower each
year, and a little more crippled. Poor old fellow. Did we tell you Ina was
going to be married. She is going to marry Patriarch Easton’s son. They live
in Diamondville. However the patriarch did two weeks ago. Do you remember him?
Did I tell you Helen gave me a lovely pressure cooker for
our wedding day. It is a beauty. I shall put [up] plenty of vegetables this summer.
I feel so much better now, and have a little ambition to do things, for which I
am very glad. I shall cook you a nice dinner in it when you come home, in just
thirty to forty five minutes.
Maeser is going out with the bulls this next week. I object,
but that doesn’t help any. His father says you were much smaller than he when
you first went out. Well, be that as it may, I think father gets some things
mixed, and I am afraid, by the time his boys are grown he will have them doing
certain things when they were mere infants. Maeser is such a little wart, I think
it is too much for his constitution. Of
course I do remember you piled on a horse and off to the hills when you
looked like a little pickle sitting up there, but your father was usually with
you, wasn’t he?
I am beginning to get tired sitting here, so I must stop for
a while and do something else. This is going to be a joy though. Say, Winnie
keeps asking about missionaries to Brazil, but there haven’t been any yet. I am
sorry we haven’t got those things that you wanted, to you.
Well, here it is the next morning and I must finish this and
get it off with Helen’s letter. No wonder she could write to fill pages. She
indents so far, that half of the page is empty.
Well, Maeser got off this morning, with his lips all
greased. They have to go over the whole east range during breakfast. Remember.
It is a beautiful day, and I must work outside before the mosquitoes get too
thick. They are plenty this summer, but of course that is a sign that things
are growing.
Well, my dearie, write each week. I believe you have more
time than we do. I suppose you don’t think so. Well, anyway, we love to get
your letters, so write long ones. Must close now and get this off. We all send
best love, and mother sends an extra lot, prayiong that the Lord will ever
bless you in your work.
Lovingly,