5-11-1926

Mrs C.J. Peterson

R.F.d. #2 box 17.

Logan Utah

Mrs Floyd H. White

5 Douglas Street

Petaluma

California

                                                                     

   N. Logan Utah R.F.d. #2 Box 17

                                                                                    May 11—1926

My dear folks at Petaluma Calif

            Dr and Mrs Floyd H. White.

Hello you my dearest babys.

            your kind and welcome letter came to us yesterday we thank you for every thing but most for the invatation to come to see you, I thaugth it best for me to write and send it on returned mail so you vont go to any troubble and make any praparations for us as we can not come yet for sometime we got several reasons but it be of no use to name them we must let our lumps in our troaths [throats] come and go like the[y] have done and be patience mebe when or if one of us die then you come but we hope we will see each other in life in the future.

            Dearest save your tears untill you need them. Theere is not any cheap rate now to San Fransisco or to any place it was cheap rates last Dec from Salt Lake to Los Angelos, and thoose people that went to San Fransisco and to other parts paid their usual rates between Mr Simpson he told us that what he did as he got folks on Oakland and  San Fransisco. We will wait and see what the future have in store for us.

            I thank you for the beautiful card I can see that Floyd wrote his name or am I mistaken tell me. I have read a lot of beautiful Poems refering to Mother on Mothers Day but none of them can be refered to me I feel like I am the most unworthy to be called Mother. Thanks for the flowers I tied them togather with a white ribbon and put were [where] I got other preferred flowers you know.

            Gus and Grace and the children came down last friday evening to celebrate Mothers Day as Grace thot she could not come last Sunday she be to buissy haveing programs in the Sunday school and other assosiations she belongs to.

            We had the nicest dinner, wheel cuttings, mashed potatoes and brown gravy corn, strawberry cake with whipped cream. I sure enjoyed to have them come, I wished I could of eaten of every thing but I felt to weak and the Dr said I could not eat every thing but I made up in eating the cake I know I had enouph and your Dad had enouph to he could eat off everything. we had coffee and cockies [cookies] before the[y] left.

            your Dad do not feel as good again to day the water seeme to bother him in this wet and cold weather he sits and sleeps and groans I am trying to keep quite [quiet] so I vont desturb him. Yeas we got the bread I could not imagen who sent it as it was not your handwritting on the wrapper. we thaugth it was a sample some baker had sent it was sure good but I would hate to think we had no other breat to eat. Do you eat it all the time.

            I feel much better to day I have had a good dinner, I am doing a little patching Now dearest do not use your strength unvise dont rub and scrub where theere is not dirt it is all proudness and vain use your time in good reading and visiting your good friends and plaese write when you can and feel like it, I got a lot more to write but Oh dear the mailman is by Rosa Nymans so U must close and let this go so long my dear two sweetheads babyes   Ma Peterson x x