My Dearest John,
After yesterday’s sketchy note, I will try to do a little better today. I have three youngsters on the sofas in various stages of measles. Johnny causes me some concern as he has more fever and quite a cough with his. Margaret will soon be better and Jimmy is just starting a little fever. I take it for granted that he will be next. Dorothy stayed at home with them last night while we went to prayer meeting. I don’t feel quite right about leaving them, but I couldn’t get anyone to take the class. Not so many out either. Lots of sickness around.
Your reply certainly came back promptly. It came in Wednesday’s mail. A long time since service was so good. But as you have figured out, with the measles we’ll be staying home. Some of them may be better, but you never can tell when they will pop out on one of the other youngsters. I had hoped to plan a surprise for the youngsters and drive up to camp one of these days, but that is out, too.
I reported the furnace draft again, and Mr. Blanchard put another one on today. Because we have not had good draft there seems to be a lot of soot, so I’m going to buy some that stuff to clean that out.
Fluffy is getting huge – really wobbles around. She has been demoted to the porch again. She won’t stay in the house long because Danny won’t leave her alone and she is touchy.
You’ll have to buckle down and get your work caught up. Rather have a Hoyt reputation than a Bauman one, eh? A lot more satisfaction in the job done, also. Good thing that you are staying there because there is not much joy with sickly scrappy youngsters. The house gets a mess in a hurry. They are not sick enough to lie still and keep things in order. I guess that you know what it is like.
Millimans have changed to diesel tractors. Mrs. Milliman said that they figured they could save in fuel in three years the price of the tractors. Green John Deere’s.
I stopped taking the vitamin capsules, and take just the mineral tablets. Those vitamins seemed to increase my appetite, which is totally unnecessary. Dr. Fiegel told me to go ahead and diet and even gave me a prescription for capsules to take away my appetite. Everything seems to be O.K. with me. But I sure feel icky most days. I carried Danny too much on the weekend and hurt my back…so from now on he is walking on his own legs.
Almost forgot to tell you that he is progressing in this training business. “Big boy,” he says. But just part of the time now. He won’t let anyone sit on one of the dining room chairs at the end of the table in the kitchen. that is what you always use and he fights to save it for you!
Now I must get lunch. Tuna salad sandwiches. Only starch I’m supposed to have is one slice of bread each day. Leave eggs out too, unless I want just the white. Report cards came yesterday, but only Dorothy’s showed improvement. David brought one up and went down in two. I surely miss you and look forward to summer. We’ll be praying for you on Easter [4-21-57]. And we will surely miss you on that day. Love from all of us, me especially.
Thank you for sharing this wonderful letters from your mom. I look forward to each one.
Your mom and family were very special!!!
It makes me sad – those were the days when they didn’t want women to gain more than 20 lbs in pregnancy, poor things! What was your birth weight?
You are right. I had to look up my birth weight: 6 pounds, 11 oz.
When my daughter gave birth to her first child in India two years ago, the doctor knew from the (late) ultrasound that the baby was probably under seven pounds, but she threatened to induce on her due date because it was such a « big baby » and she feared complications if she let the baby grow further… !
Women have suffered a lot, and from worse abuses, throughout history, but I trust God works his good will through it all ❤️
Oh my, that’s a new definition of big baby! I have a friend, a missionary, who had a baby in Kenya, and one in Japan. (many many years ago). I can’t remember which was which, but she said one was very close to a home birth (very little intervention); the other was what she likened to 1950’s America.
I went to the last OB appointment with my daughter (« Kate ») and tried to give the doctor some perspective, by telling her about how Kate herself had been born at home with no complications, and weighed in at over 10 pounds. 😉