Friday, April 4, 2014

9-17-1926


MRS. CAROLINE J. PETERSON        [Caroline’s info is printed on back of envelope and top of stationary.]
             R. F. D. ROUTE 2
              LOGAN, UTAH

Mrs Floyd H. White
432 B. St.
Petaluma California  

                                                            MRS. CAROLINE J. PETERSON                                                                                                                    R. F. D. ROUTE 2
                                                                         LOGAN, UTAH

                                                                                                Sept 17—1926

                   My dear Baby Daugther Lovis

            I wonder what you say if you could see the mess I got on the floor I got two pans, 2 kettles and two buckets standing in the middle of the floor I am putting upp peaches, in one bucket I got the whole peaches to be scalded in the other bucket I put the waste in, in one pan I put the peaches I got masured and the other pan I use for to peel the peaches in the one kettle I use for measurement and the other kettle I put the soft parts of the peaches in to make in to preserve, and the little shorthanded knife belongs alto to the above articles (or mess). I got seven quarts done and in bottles and I got onother 7 or 8 quarts on the stove and soon ready to bottle. I got onother peck to do and then I got all the peaches I want. Do you know I can not remember if I have wrote more than one letter to you since you left but I know I am passed the appointed day I should write or so I hope you will pardon me.

            On Sept 9th Grace sent me word to come to Preston to help them during the fair so Darold and I left N. Logan spur at 6, 8 p m the same day I stayed much longer than I escpeckted so I did not get home untill last Wednesday afternoon then Gus & Grace took me home. On Tuesday evening previous we went to the river to fish the party that went were Gus, Grace, Darold, Irene, Clarence, Philis & myself the boys got 8 good size fish and one big shark we camped by the river I stayed by the camp and made a big bonfire and made coffee, I could not help but lauph at Grace she stood by the river holding a fish pole out in the water to catch fish for at least two hours in a stretch and did not got one fish so when she could smell the coffee she gave upp and came to the camp and O if she did not look brown, she got so disscourage she left the pole by the edge of the river thinking some fish migth hook on so after we had launch the boys went and got her pole and theere were no fish on her hook on yet and O dear I lauphed at her, while she stood and poked at the hot coals with a long stick. I bet if you been with us and had your Kodak it sure been worth while to take a picture of the whole. Clarence cleaned The fish and Grace and I washed them as clean as we could by the river and put them in a bucket then we cleaned them some more after we got home and left them in a pan in the coolest place in the house over nigth next morning Grace wrapped them upp in a towel and we took them home here. Grace fryed all the fish and we all had a feast but Gus he eat Belony and coffee and theere was enouph left for Pa and I for four more meal theere is a nice pis left and I wish you had it. this above was a good home made sport and fish party I enjoyed it, only of course I was nerveous when Darold and Irene went to close to the water.

            Last Sunday we attended the funeral of Margareth Grandma she died during the first day of the fair so Grace hired Jim to help here and theere and every where as Margareth could not ocme and work untill last Wednesday afternoon.

            Grace intends to take Darold down to the Logan Tmeple next Tuesday to be babtized I want to go to I am seeing about getting my recomend to day Your Dad seeme to be some better now so he went to see the watermaster for to get water on or for our pasture and so he said he would go to the Bishop on his way home see if I be recommended to go to the Temple. I wonder if you have or had or will have company from San Diego I recived a letter yesterday from Audrey saying her Dad and Mother is on a vacation and are going upp to Los Angeles, San Fransisco, and to Petaluma. Audrey says in her letter they been gone for a week when she wrote to me and she wrote Sept 13 when you see Jennie give her a kiss & a bear hug for me and when you write tell me all about their visit.

            Arthur is still at Malad he is well and says he is getting along alrigth. It sure is to bad about Joe being put back and not be a 1 class baker This is what he writes, I had a little financial difficulty this pay day acont of a first class Baker shipping over on this ship and were reduced back to second class on account of not holding a permanent appointment as first class and he did so I had to go back along with all the pay difference since I was appointed.

            Dont you think it is mean of a person to do such things but that is the way it goes in this world dissapointments will come and no on can stop them or help it. Joe migth tell you all about it himself

            Well I have not wrote all I intended to write but I must stop as I want this much to go to day any way ha ha. and as you said you be moving last Wednesday and I do not know Your New addrass plaese pardon me for addressing this letter to the Office give my love to Floyd and tell him I am lonesome to see h im.

                        so long with a whole lot of Love

                                    your Mother.

P.S. When I looked upp I saw the mailman comming by Bleakers he is late good for me as I like to answer you abut my back. Well I belive it is not as bad as when you was here, and when I am not on my feet all day I feel better but then the next day I can see so much work and I go ahead so then the next day again my back feels pretty sore and that is how it goes

                        it is now 3 45 p m so good Day

                                                            my dear Babyes.

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