11 Ruth elected committee chair to write Chorus Constitution
September 2, 1934
Dear Corinna,
We had a good rain again last night—we needed it again as the lawns seem to dry up so quick after each rain. The trees haven’t been helped any yet for it only soaks in a little ways.
Daddy bought us Spring chicken for dinner today—the first we’ve had. They fried done in no time.
Myron has been looking up his school books—he found your chemistry in the book case. He traded Latin Books with Ruth Rosenquist. Spose he has to buy an American History. He is glad school is going to begin Tuesday. We had thought we might go to the State Fair tomorrow but funds are low so guess we’ll have to wait. Maybe it will pick up so we can go next Saturday, the last day. I wish I’d never planned on it now.
The teachers are all here. Nobody gets a thrill out of that anymore tho for there are never any new ones. Am sure they will all do their best this year to make it a successful one. Scarcity of jobs ought to put them on their toes.
Daddy has just been home to supper—said he guessed he’d have to write to Kinney some day. So there’s a thrill for you!
Tillie has been coming at stated intervals—I’ve just forgotten to tell you. She always asks for Kinney, and envies you seeing so much! Poor thing! She doesn’t even see things at home. I chuckle every time I think of how Uncle ROC snooped around the kitchen and bath room to avoid seeing her and that she really does get his goat. She was here Thursday and played her usual piano selections. Don’t you miss them Kinney? I was darning sox and fixing a quilt.
Friday p.m. Mrs. Arneson and I called at Lundgren’s as David has been sick. In the evening I went to Chorus again. The Instructor wanted us to organize and elect a Chairman to appoint a Committee to draw up a Constitution by next Friday. They nominated Mrs. Holm and she scolded about it some, then they named Mrs. Strong and she said, “No” and nominated me so then I thot I wouldn’t be elected anyhow so I’d just keep still. But the votes were 5 for Mrs. Holm, 3 for Mrs. Strong, and 29 for me and 2 for Mrs. Nordlie. When I saw it I just gasped and said “Oh my goodness, that is terrible—I didn’t think I’d be elected or I’d have refused.” They all laughed and Mr. Rice said not to be alarmed—all I’d have to do would be to tell others to do things. So Mr. Nordlie ((who with Ed Miller and Mr. Olson are head committee) advised me to appoint Mrs. Holm and Mrs. Strong and Mrs. Arneson to write the Constitution—one from each church. We will have to get busy this week. Mr. Rice is going to sing—give a Recital to earn money for new music in 2 weeks or so. The Chorus is to meet in Nov. for a grand Chorus in Willmar—should be about 250 voices in all from the County.
Myron and Rand stayed at Uncle Paul’s all night Wed. eve because of rain postponing the ball game. They had a good time—played ping pong and took showers—went up in the Foshay Tower. They even had to hitch hike back from St. Paul to Mpls.—(the game on Thursday was in St. Paul). They had used all their money by that time—didn’t have a penny. But they got home here so he was up at part of the Chorus practice. It had been a 13-inning game and had lasted until 6 o’clock.
Yesterday morning Mrs. Arneson was hanging out clothes and she told me Arnold had put the water on for her early that morning and had turned the stove too high—you know—when she woke up she was choking—there was soot everywhere. Her house was a sight. I felt so sorry for her so I said I’d come over and help clean in the afternoon which I did. I “snuck” over to Olga Peterson’s at noon and told her to come over and help—so she came too—just pretended she happened in. We took off the worst of it so they could live over Sunday at least. Myrtle and Bobby were all sooty and Olga and I looked none too good when we were thru. Then I made coffee—had new graham bread and gingerbread (which Harriet had made) with whipped cream. Myrtle couldn’t thank us enough.
Today Myron took us for a little ride. There were 27 at S.S. The golden text was—He hath shewed thee, O man, What is good: And what doth the Lord require of thee but to do justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with thy God—Micah 6:8—a wonderful verse especially the latter phrase.
Your letter telling about your visit to the Doctor here. So glad it was seen to. I don’t know how to write to Uncle Roc and Aunt Ev to tell them how I feel about it. I can’t tell you how good I think you are. I do hope—Corinna—you can be what you ought to be to them for such kindness.
I will have to mail this at the depot because it’s past collecting time at the P.O. Send Tillie Sager a pretty card soon—she’d be so glad—also Mrs. Christenson’s Mother. She is sick in bed again. And maybe you could remember Mrs. Gould.
Love to all from Mother.
