131 Apple trees are blossoming
May 22, 1935
Dear Corinna,
I might have known the “Great Waltz” would be something like that. I think I read about it in “Time” in the winter. I’m so glad you both could see it.
Thursday—I got that far and then Mrs. Manning came to telephone and she stayed so long that I went to bed as soon as she left. So this will be a day late.
Today I have been at the League Convention over at the M.E.Church. The M.E. ladies served the dinner. I wasn’t going to go, because I have been spending too much, lately, but Elvira was bound I should go, as her guest, so I did. I got dinner for the folks here before I left. Beatrice visited school with the children and had dinner here. There are some very clever women who make the addresses in the League. The department, I like best to hear about is Education, of course. Many of them are women without children but they want every child in the nation to have an equal opportunity.
I got up early this morning and finished washing the kitchen woodwork. You should see the apple trees now—every one on this lawn is full of blossoms. It hasn’t rained any since I wrote last. I hope it will soon get at it again.
You certainly had a great birthday all the way through. I suppose both Russy and Phyl sing the Lolly-pop song. It will be fun to hear them if we come.
It was fine you got those evening dresses. How are you going to get all your clothes home? You can mail them if Uncle Paul hasn’t room for them. You know they have a new V-8—dark green.
Winnie got a long distance call from Byron to come down in the morning as she has a job as maid in the Midway Hospital in St. Paul. I was just over and brought her your letter and she was cleaning up the house and getting ready to go. She will get $20 a month besides board and room. That is better than anything she’s had yet. Tillie is here again—sometimes I get awfully tired of her. I ought to be ashamed to say it because she has so little.
Tomorrow I have to make Scalloped Potatoes for Myron’s picnic and Sat. I make sandwiches, cake and candy for the Camp Fire Food Sale. I begin to feel abused. Myron limps a little but I guess he will get over it. Love from Mother.