94 The Staffords borrow Lundgren’s electric corn popper to make buttered popcorn

March 4, 1935

Dear Corinna,

Your and Uncle ROC’s letters came yesterday. Harriet called up and told me the news before she was thru delivering papers. We are all delighted and think the baby’s name is lovely. Too bad Russy was disappointed. How interesting for you, Kinny, and what a priviledge it was, to tell Russy and Phyl, and get their reactions first hand! I am going to let Aunt Esther and Aunt Frances read your letter for I know they would like to hear about Russy and Phyl—(when they come up.)

Dear me, Barbara Alice is getting old—already 5 days old. I suppose you all went to see her yesterday afternoon. Uncle ROC felt pretty funny when he wrote—he said she had said “Hello Daddy” and is very beautiful.

Today is foggy and rainy and real gloomy. The water is running into the basement from all sides but I suppose it will soon go down. It rained and froze on the roads , so, last night, that I didn’t dare walk up to church. I went as far as Winnie’s with your letters and then I turned around and came home. Myron was at church tho—he said Mrs. Robertson was there and played. I have hung all my clothes upstairs and on the rack today. I have started fixing over the green coat for myself—the one Aunt Ev sent us. It is going to look very nice I think. I’d like a cute little green or black hat for it—green I think just to be different. I’m going to be on the look-out for one.

I will soon write to Aunt Ev if you will send me her hospital address. I know she’ll like to get mail. I do hope Gladys is with her there by this time. It will just be too unfair if she can’t.

Does Uncle ROC get the Nat’l. Geographic? The first article this time is on Minnesota—by a Minnesota man. I should think Aunt Ev would enjoy reading it, to while away the hours at the Hospital.

We borrowed Lundgren’s electric corn popper yesterday and made “buttered” pop corn. We ate till we were all uncomfortable. Daddy had to ask to have the pan taken away from him. Harriet said, “For once you weren’t tight with the butter”.

Take good care of Phyl—Anticipate anything she might do to hurt herself, if you can. We will look for a letter tomorrow. Love to you, Mother.