October 6, 1934
Saturday at 5:30 p.m. Nellie Muhly and Paul were here to dinner and Nellie stayed all afternoon. We have had a good visit. She said she’d come to dinner if I would serve the same as I had intended. I said I would and I had left over meat loaf and gravy and I just folded them in the Omelet like I learned from Aunt Ev 4 years ago. With scalloped potatoes and pineapple rice we really had a good meal and they liked it. They are on the way back to N. Dakota.
Tillie Sager came too. She played the piano and Nellie praised her and then you should have heard all the trills and runs she put in to please Nellie! Harriet told Nellie you used to go out and sit on the front lawn when Tillie was playing so no-one would think it was you.
Myron took my fountain pen to school yesterday and I can’t find it. I hope he hasn’t lost it for me. He and Gerry went yesterday noon—also Sidney Glader. Esther Glader said they got a ride right away from the Oil Station.
Yesterday Esther and Melvina came up and spent the afternoon. I gave them coffee—hot corn bread and salted peanut cookies.
I think that was a very good idea to dye the shoes brown. Did you get a brown tam yet?
Gloria and Harriet liked their letters as usual. Glad you like the robe. I am returning the dollar. Daddy wanted to buy that much of it for you. It was his own idea—so let him do it.
I have to go down town now and get some groceries. I didn’t even bake a cake today—you know I can’t remember my measurements when I am visiting with some one. If Uncle Karl’s should come tomorrow I had better get up early and bake one.
Harriet sold forgetmenots today. She is going to sell down town again tonight.
I want to mail this so I won’t take time to write more. I can ride down with Daddy then. Love from Mother.
Nellie, Paul and I called on Winnie this afternoon after Tillie went. Winnie has it so cozy.
Yes, Kinny, Aunt Ev is pleased with you and your help—don’t worry about that. I’m glad things are going as they are. You aren’t so lonesome now—are you? You will be less and less lonesome I’m sure as time goes on. There goes the Sat. Eve bell—I am praying for us all and for everyone as my Mother did. Love to you—Mother.
[Editor’s note: This last paragraph was on a separate page.]