Previous letters here. Seven children, aged eleven to newborn, with her husband away teaching college. Sick kids, washing machine still causing trouble, rats, mice, wind…and she finds time to read. That’s my mom!
Thursday evening, 10-??-57
Tonight when Danny [3 years old] was going to bed he was sobbing on the bed in the living room – I’ve never heard him sound so broken hearted. I gathered him up and he told me, “I want my Daddy” over and over again. He is feeling so punk and has been my little shadow for a couple of days, but tonight it was just too much. I would have spent the money on phone call if I was sure it would have helped just to let him hear you. With some loving from me and Carol [3 weeks] he settled off to sleep. He is not so sick, but enough to be miserable. […]
Carol has been good but wanting to eat about every three hours and hardly staying awake long enough to eat; on a chance that perhaps she wasn’t getting enough I tried giving her some formula tonight – but she would hardly take any. She may have a light case of the flu now. […]
We have had another rat and two mice die since you left — and by the noises around we still have some more.
A lot of wind last night. I’d forgotten how drafty the house is.
Been reading A. Whyte. Also some of E. Stanley Jones. Must say that I find Whyte much the more stimulating. “Mastery” may be good — but I don’t always get the point. His magazine just came – you’ll enjoy it this month. Article about Ken Pike and two articles about non-professional missionaries that I enjoyed.
Must close for now. I do love you and like Danny I often would like to give up because “I want you”. But because of you I take heart and strive to do a good job here. Take care of yourself and hurry home next week-end.
All my love,