23 Ruth bakes pies, cake, and bread for the church Food Sale
September 30, 1934
Dear Corinna and Aunt Evelyn and all,
I received your letters yesterday. I had a busy day getting the pies ready and baking a small cake and getting it all down to the Food Sale. My bread turned out fine. There was a lot of lovely baked stuff there and we made over $21.00. But it’s hard work. I went right to bed last night as soon as I got home. Harriet had boiled some eggs for Daddy and brought them and 2 sandwiches down for his supper as Myron was still at the H.S. Kittenball Tournament at New London. H and G got their own supper also and kept the range going and then came down and helped take home my pans and groceries. Talk about practical children—they surely are getting good training since their big sister went to New York. They did the dishes too. Well I was so tired I couldn’t have done a thing. How does your church raise money anyhow? Evelyn? I think the eating idea is all wrong—we should give, the first of the week as the Lord has prospered us. Our services are to begin again next Sunday. Then I suppose there’ll be a Food Sale every month.
Glad you could all go to that new play and new theater. Do you have Assembly program every day at school or just once a week? I’m glad you have a schedule—you know I like system too so that would just suit me. And as the weeks go on towards winter—Kinny—save Aunt Ev’s steps—especially towards night as much as you can. Glad you have a little more leisure time now Aunt Ev. That’s the way it should be.
I noticed one thing about your typing Kinny—your margin at the left isn’t straight. Aunt Ev’s was straight as it could be.
The robe I sent you Saturday is rather long but you can shorten it. I wouldn’t cut it off tho because it might shrink if we ever wash it in soap and water. What shall I do with that dress we got in Willmar for $2 that’s too short for you? Shall I give it to the Lipsits?
This week I must make some warm pajamas for H and G. We are so cold nights, because we only fire in the Range so far. It has been real cold—I suppose because of so much rain.
I shall be expecting to hear the toe is behaving again. I just know it will be allright if we give it time enough.
Well I listened to Edwin McHugh again yesterday. Did you? He sang He never forgets—Nearer My Father’s House and Rock of Ages. But do you know Frank Elstrom or somebody starts up a grinding drill every so often and it just drowns out all the music. Uncle ROC, is that the fault of our Radio or can’t it be helped? We hardly notice it on WCCO—40 but bad on 7 KSTP and on 93 KFYR.
Winnie is at the telephone office—she is writing to Aunt Ev this afternoon.
What shall I make for you for Christmas Kinny? Give me an idea. I must go for my bike ride now—I always feel so refreshed after I have been out. Love to you Kinny and all—Your Mother.