October 20, 1934
Saturday afternoon and rainy. We came home from the Legion Play in a pouring rain last night. The water is standing on the edges of the lawn and the cistern is full. It’s gloomy but the rain is of course very acceptable.
The play was very funny. Some say it was silly but I enjoyed seeing the men as women. Dr. A. looked like a delicate old lady in black. George Larson was refined looking. Amundson was a beautiful woman. Lawyer Swenson was great in size and in costume and so on– Myron stayed to the Dance afterwards—didn’t come home till 10 of 2 o’clock. This morning he slept till 9 and now he is at the garage while Daddy is hunting pheasants. I suppose he (Daddy) thinks that will be cheap meat for Sunday but I don’t know as it is when you count the license and the shells. Anyhow it will be fun for him.
Bobby has been in bed 2 days with a high fever. He has Pneumonia—Dr. A. was just there—he is getting a nurse and he thinks it will be O.K. as long as they got it in time. Myrtle is feeling bad—I guess she is afraid because of that other time. She is trying to sew for others too as usual but I think she will have to put that all away for awhile. I went in to see Bobby and he smiled at me—I said “You’re a nice boy—aren’t you Bobby?” He said, “Uh, huh.”
Myron said, “Corinna sure pulled a boner with that lady with the dahlias.” I say the lady should have understood you tho’t she was an agent. Seems to me I would have. Anyhow it was a good thing Uncle ROC straightened it out for you.
Virginia and Marjorie have both been here all afternoon chattering—playing with the paper dolls Aunt Ev sent and eating lunch till I am about distracted. They put on their rubbers now and went out to play for which I am duly thankful.
June set my hair again this morning. She said, “Corinna writes such interesting letters.” She said Betty is doing very well in Algebra—she got an A this six weeks and B in English. She has to carry five subjects. I guess the other subjects are hard for her.
I made over Pearl’s red sweater and Ona’s red skirt for Harriet this week. So now she and Gloria have each one new outfit—both of them red. Little by little I will get them presentable if I just keep on. I have been working on Christmas presents too and I will soon send a few I have ready which you need not open in the presence of the Covells but you can look at them and then do them up, for me.
Gloria had such a poor mark in Geography that I am trying to help her with it every evening. She doesn’t concentrate a bit and she would try the patience of a saint to say nothing of mine. Sometimes she answers the dumbest things—you know.
Did I ever tell you Mr. Stenseth is married again? He married Myrtle’s mother’s cousin so he hasn’t been here for quite a few weeks. He lives in St. Paul now. Arnesons went to see him last Sunday and they found him very contented and glad to see them.
Gloria’s mad at me. She found this letter and read the part about her Geography. She says I’m mean.
Saturday at 6 o’clock—
Gloria and I have been looking over at Arneson’s window. The nurse is there—she is cutting out flannel for the Pneumonia jacket just now. Here’s our home free from illness and everyone happy and in there is that dread which has come so quickly—the only thing that counts over there now is the life of Bobby. What a difference it makes! I just can’t settle down to anything since I was in there.
Daddy isn’t home yet. So I sent Myron’s supper down with Harriet. I thot I could write how many pheasants he got but guess I’ll have to mail this as it is.
Love to all, Mother.