November 4, 1934
This is a lovely fresh air Sunday. I am going for a hike sure as anything—I can’t let such lovely weather as this pass by. Elvira brought Beatrice to S. S. again today. Alice Stellmaker has the class now and with both Beatrice and David Strong in the class she has her hands full.
The potatoes are cooking and so is the meat. Harriet has set the table so I have a little time to write to you.
Geo. Cederstrom was killed Friday night in a car accident. The three in the car were supposed to be drunk. Mrs. Cederstrom has more than her share of sorrow, it seems. Myron said the Cop chased them out of Rhode’s at 11:30 because they were so drunk and then they had gone out to a farm and had a party and were coming home at 5:30 in the morning when he was killed.
Rev. Bard will have a difficult thing to do when he preaches that funeral sermon. I’m not going.
I went over to see Jimmie Paulson yesterday afternoon. His arm is securely fastened in shape and he seemed quite happy. His mother sat by him trying to keep him from getting too lively. He will be a hard child to manage from now on.
Well Bobby succumbed to temptation and every one of those packages were opened before he went to bed that night. He’s a happy boy—I guess the things keep him busy all the time he is awake.
I am going to buy 25 inches of white satin flouncing for a new neck piece for Winnie’s dark blue wool dress. That will be her birthday present from me. Neither she nor her father have had much work lately. It’s a good thing they have the rent money. Byron is better. There was a man looking at Grandpa’s house for purpose of buying. Wish we could sell it. Byron could use his share for Dr. bill and I’d send mine to Paul for back taxes on house here. We are back $198.00 right now. It’s awful how it counts up when once you let it go.
Teach Russy that 5 finger exercise for independence of fingers. Have him do that a couple of times each day. Never let him play the scale without watching him—it’s hard to correct a wrong habit. That John Williams book has cuter pieces in it and the method is good too as it introduces both clefs at once in an interesting way—you know how hard it is for them to break away from the treble to the bass clef on Page 23.
Nellie Peterson wrote and sent money for us to pay her taxes and also told about the new house they live in. It is near the old store. Her new adddress is 3937-42nd Ave.S. I am going to answer her letter today.
It was kind of that old toe nail to work itself out. I hope that is the last of it. I’m very sorry you had to go again but it surely will be allright now. From now on I’m sure you’ll wear common sense shoes for I’m sure the other kind never do anybody any good. I hope you can write that the doctor picked it out easily.
I will mail this when I go on my hike so Toodle-oo as you say—Love from Mother.