February 8, 1935
Dear Corinna, I am waiting for June to come and set my hair today so it will be nice for tomorrow when we serve pancakes at the Boy Scout affair. Myrtle wanted hers set today too as she has the Ladies Aid again today. She is still President.
Myron hasn’t killed himself falling yet. It is still icy and he falls every once in awhile but he seems none the worse for it. Of course he always tries to save the poor leg. The boys always carry him up the stairs at school and he gets much attention so on the whole, it’s pretty much worthwhile.
Well Daddy admired his sweater a lot—especially the zipper part and was very glad it had sleeves in it. I think Aunt Ev made a very good choice as to color and everything for you. Also my trimmings—they are just suitable of course. The dress looks finished now. And the girls are so glad to get and make the valentines. So we thank you for it all.
I am sending your valentine today—also a little pair of booties I got in Willmar for the “unknown”. I just couldn’t pass them up altho they look a little soiled.
Yes that Hunting Song by Mendelsohn is in my Studies in Phrasing book. You will have to learn it when you come home. Wednesday afternoon I wrote to Myrtle and Karna Larson—I sent it to Myrtle and asked her to send it on. I tried to think of all the news that would interest or cheer them. Myrtle’s husband hasn’t had steady work for a whole year—Karna is still teaching in Great Falls. Tillie Sager was here that afternoon, so I invited her to come to W.C.T.U. here the next day. She was more than willing. The lunch was free as everybody served. There were about 15 ladies here and after lunch they stayed and visited a long time—just seemed to enjoy themselves. Usually everybody rushes home to get supper but nobody seemed to care yesterday.
Florence Backlund called up in the morning and I told her to come—she did—and was here before I was thru scrubbing. Tillie was the second arrival of course. So Florence and I had our visit out before the other ladies came.
My flowers in the window are beautiful just now—a huge white geranium and about 9 purple petunias out. Winnie came over in the morning and used the sweeper and dusted and I wiped up what floors were left to do. Everything was as slick as a whistle here.
It is cloudy as usual and looks like snow. It can’t snow too much to suit me so the farmers will get crops and come and buy gas and oil. Betty called up this morning and she may come over this afternoon and we’ll go down town together. Here comes June.
I’m having an easy dinner today—Escalloped Potatoes the ladies left—parsnips dipped in corn meal and fried in real butter and baked apples. That is why I have time to sit and write in the morning.
Tomorrow I will have to get up early and rush around so as to be at the Pancake meet by 10 o’clock. Harriet and Gloria are pleased that they are going to keep house. The Boy Scouts are to be the waiters. We are going to use Atwater Pancake flour and Atwater buttermilk—all donated.
The reason I didn’t make your blouse is because I’m afraid it might not fit. I know you never could wear that blue skirt—I would rather sew for you when you are home. I showed it to the ladies yesterday and they said it looked just like you.
Dr. Anderson just called me up and read a letter to me from Karl. It went something like this—Byron just told me about Slew-foot Stafford’s injury. If he needs any x-rays or any other special treatment in your opinion let me know as I want him to have as good care as my own wild cat if he needed it. Tell Bud I thot though, that it was unfortunate it wasn’t his head instead of his foot.” It was something like that. The Athletic Association takes care of the expense , I think—we are going to find out.
Wednesday afternoon school was dismissed as the sewer was closed up. But it isn’t fixed yet and they had to go back to school. Harriet brings her friends over here at Recess time.
Tonight is the game with Murdock—Myron mourns because he can’t play—he says Murdock think they’re so smart.
Daddy has just been here to dinner now and hurried off and the children will be coming from school. Toodle-oo then as you say—Love from Mother.