52 Ruth helps Harriet deliver papers in a blizzard
November 30, 1934
Dear Corinna,
We received your letter today telling of all your nights out. I’m afraid the lady folks at your house are getting to be night gadders while the poor Daddy stays home with the children. No, really, I’m glad you are both having a good time. I think H and I will go to see Little Women tonight—I’d like to take Gloria along but her pox are not all dried up yet.
Do you remember what a blizzard looked like—Kinny? Well, we are having one today. It is snowing and the wind is blowing it every which way. It is cold too—a big change from yesterday which was sunny for a wonder. I went to church—Rev. Bard preached a good sermon—sort of a Bird’s eye view of Thankfulness—I called it. I like that Lutheran church more and more—it is so quiet and impressive—more conducive to real worship.
We got a turkey in the mail from Grandma Stafford. The letter said they were very glad to get your letter and hadn’t had time to answer you yet.
I finished Harriet’s specialty dress last night. Today I have been wrapping up the New York packages for you so you would have plenty to open from home instead of one big package. Uncle ROC will have them in charge. Watch him so he doesn’t open his own.
Yes, you can mark Daddy’s shirt from us all. That will be nice—I think H and G will get him each a coloured handkerchief besides.
Our dinner was good yesterday—we didn’t eat till nearly two. Then Winnie finished my ironing—H and G and I did the dishes. Winnie went to work at 4:30 so she earned 85 cents yesterday. Things have picked up a little for her lately. We sent her lunch down at 6 last night—H and G took it down and stayed awhile to watch her answer calls.
Harriet hated to go out in the blizzard to deliver papers. She had to collect too today. She has enough now with this month’s profit for her ice skates.
Myrtle Arneson put a little tiny box in the New York package for you, too, Kinny. She was in a couple of times today while we were wrapping up things. There was quite a bit of scrapping about who was to write which card and wrap up which package. If you could only hear all the remarks passed that go with your packages it would be an earful.
Harriet counted Gloria’s poxes as she calls them last night. There were 150 large ones and some smaller ones. So it’s really been worth while after all. Has Russy ever had it? Last night I made Gloria sleep alone on the davenport because she had kept me awake most of the night before with her itching and scratching.
Harriet just called up that the papers aren’t in yet and she will have to walk because the snow is getting deep. She wants me to come with her—I will—and leave Gloria to get Dad’s lunch out. We are only having cold turkey anyhow today. So Toodle-oo as you say. Love to all, Mother.