R.F.D. #2 Box
17 .
Mrs F. H. White
Oct
27—1925
My dear daugther Lovis
I know you
are asking yourself why it takes so long sometimes before I write. Last week I
was buissy sewing and last Friday and Sarturday I was sick and last Sunday I
had lots of work. I am ashamed to tell to do as I was sick the two days and
last Sunday after noon
F.O. and family came out and just as we were clearing of the table after dinner
Gus and Grace and Darold came and so we had another dinner and thats how the
time and days go yesterday at 10 a m I and Irene went to twon to bay things for
to send to Arthur and also some thing for Shirly this I should of done last
week but as I could not I was mighthy glad I could go yesterday I feel some
tired to day as I & Irene walked all the way to the College and then I took
the car to town and stopped to Larsons for to leave yours and Floyds picture to
get framed then we walked to the candy shop and to Wilkinsons & then from
theere to the Postoffice and then we walked down to F.O.s place we had launch
theere and we stayed theere and reste4d untill 3 30 then we walked upp to town
and done some shopping and we rode home at 5.30 p m with Ed Palmer in his car
Ed works in town and Vilda and Mahala works in Jensons candy shop. so you see
we put in a full day yesterday This is the way the days goes, you say you been
picking and picking, well I have done a lot of picking to as Grace have moved
all her furniture upp to Preston now, Ireene been visiting us for a week she
will be going home next Thursday.
I had a lot
of things to write to you about but your Dad walkes around here and grawels
like a grisslie bear. I have copyed onother pis from the last weeks Malad
Paper, I am wondering how it will end any way but I guess by the way it reads
the tale will soon tell. you will also find a clipping that read as the
Australian poeple are foreigners as the are not permitted to land in U.S.A. without
a lot of troubble. I will also enclose other clippings mebe the will be of
interest for you or Floyd to read, I got some more clippings I like to send you
but theere vont be room in the evelope this time so I will send more next time
I write. I guess ysou will wonder how I been sick, I had some troubble with my
stomach womenting and so on untill I got very weak I feel better now and if all
is well I shall wash to morrow
I know you
will e surprised when I tell you Joe Swartz was buried last Thursday just 6
weeks since his Father died Joe had a ruptured pendic and phewomonia set in and
killed him he been married just one year I guess you heard he was on a mission
for two years previous to his mariges. this is bad news, now I shall tell you
good News Philies Butler vent down to Salt Lake yesterday to meet his boy who
been in Germany on a mission for two years and 6 months and next Friday theere
will be a missionary farwell party young Orion Folett is going on mission. I
guess Vanetta King is not going back to finish her time as a missionary I can
see her every morning going down the road at 7 a m carying a small bucket, it
looks as she is working some wheres and got her launch in the bucket.
the fall is
sure here now the leafs is yellow on the trees and are falling to the ground
and so theere is all indications that winter is aproching I like
to again ask you to tell me the name and the number of the silver spoons you
gave Grace last x mas. I am thinking about you two babies all the time I am
happy when you are happy I am glad you are well and buisy, and yeas I guess it
would make you have queer feelings hen you heard our hyms sung it us sure
wonderful when you think how the Gospel can be preach and spread in mow days it
is different now as when the missionaries traveled a foot for thousands of
miles with out purse or scrib. It sure is true what the Saviour said that when
His sheep hear His voice they new it is Him and His voice. What did Mrs Sloan
say about the music how piculiar it must have been for her and you, tell me
more about it I shall now close as the mailman is at Gorge Maughns lane
give my
love to Floyd plaese do not forget it.
a bushel of
love to you
from
your Mother
C.
J. Peterson.
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