R#2 Logan
Utah
Mrs F. H. White
N.
Logan Utah 2 Box 17
June
27—1924
Dearest Lovis
I know you be
looking for a letter tomorrow but honestly I been so busy talking and visiting
with Joe that I miss counted the days in the week I thaugth [thought] this
morning that it was Thursday to day. I thank you ever so much for the nice
Birthday Booklet I have read it and read untill I can almost know the verse by
hart, I had to smile when I read the written card because you says you make me
a little house dress a little one do not fit me because I actually belive I am
getting stouter every day your Dad have sent to the Lane & Bryant for some
clothes for me and the size for a dress for me comes in size 46 it is just
awful but I dont know the reason why I am getting so stout. Grace says I am the
same but why do I need size 46 for then.
I got a
nice birthday card from Jenie, and two pair of stockings from Auntie Lovis and
4 colored hankirchifs from Helen and a nice pair of candle holders and candles
to match to put in them from Grace. I guess Joe will tell you how he caried
parsels from the mailbox for 2 a [or] 3 days to the house. Grace and Gust came
down last Thursday evening or last nigth and stayed over nigth and Joe went
with them back to Malad this morning. O yeas [yes] I forgot to tell you that
Ada gave me a box off this kind of stationari that I am writting on now I
thaugth this was a good way to show you it, Ada also send me a large bowl off
strawberrys.
We got some awful hot and dry
weather here now I kind of suffers from the heat it is so awfully warm that a
persons underwear is wet with or from sweat sitting still in the shed. theere
will be a shortage off hay and grain here this year as theere is not enough
water in the river for irrigation use so the fields are drying upp.
There is still a lot of sickness
here in our ward both old and young are sick. Old lady Nyman is sick again she
is now in the last stage of sugar dibeates [diabetes] and she has sores on her
feet that is called cangareen [gangrene] like Ralph Smith had before he died
sister Nyman do not know how serious sick she is no one will tell her, sister
Ormond is upp but not able to do any work, Golden N. Junior is still sick in
bed the had two Drs out for him last Tuesday evenings. and they disscovered Golden
has some kind of nerve troubble I guess mebe his age has something to do with
it.
We have now received three letters
from Arthur just in a few days and all run in the same strain I will enclose
the one we got to day so you will see what he says and if you plaese [please] will
tell us what you think about it and what we shall do. for my part I say it best
for him to stay where he is not and mebe after a while he will not feel so
lonesome, I wonder if he writes to you in the same way.
Now dearest Lovis I hate to bother
you with all kinds of things but if you will plaese write to Arthur and give
him your advise he knows Pa and I are sheep, and we dont really know what to do
or say what would be for the best, so we vont [won’t] say much of anything for
a while or after we hear your opinion, Joe he says to absolutly let Arthur stay
where he is, I have written to him but it seemes as he dont get my letters, one
of my letters came back that I have wrote to Arthur but I have sent that to him
by his addrass now, I will write to him to morrow and I will try again to
convince him to stay where he is now, not that I wont love to have him come
home but under the circumstances on the account of himself he is better of [off]
where he is,
Well I talk and write back and fro
and to and it is the same and it dont change anything so if I only could do
what is rigth [right] and best but I do not know.
We have recived the Paper wherein
we noticed your writting pointing at the great Aviator Russell Maughn of Logan
Utah the firebell rung in town how are you I hope you are well. I think you are
all so sweet to say such lovely things to and about me I only wish I deserved
them, when I read your letters and the birthday booklet it gives me joy and
comfort and gives me strength and hope to live and keep on to do the best I
know how.
Your Dad and I are as usual I will
soon have raspberrys to pick as they will soon be ripe I have pretty good
health and some days I keep on working all day long and I feel so thankful when
I see what poor health sister Ormond got I will now close with asking the Lord to
bless you and me give my best love to your own Floyd. I am as always your
Mother C. J. Peterson
You can easeyly see by this letter how mixed up I am.
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