It was good to get your letter yesterday — and I should have had one in the mail to you, but I didn’t. Listening to Paul Harvey ruins my letter writing time. I used to do it as soon as Jimmy left on the bus and would have time to finish before the carrier came. Incidentally, I don’t think Paul Harvey sounds as good on these broadcasts. The commercials are evidently taped and it gives an unnatural ring to them, a change of quality in voice.
The radio has been on the fritz today. I managed to hear most of Tozier’s message by staying right there to punch the buttons or do otherwise to get the contortion out of it – not on the line, but in the radio. Danny is good at tuning it in. He has also been a good dish wiper this week. His cold isn’t any better – just get some improvement when he plays in the water or runs outside without a jacket.
The mailman just came and brought the part for the washing machine. I don’t know whether to try it out by myself or not. I’d hate to ruin something or get water all over the place. Later I’ll go down and see how things go. I want to finish this and then go to town to mail it, as well as spend some money. Since I have been so pokey about getting some money sent to you, why don’t you just put in the overseas Lit. money that you get on this coming Sunday. I’ll still set aside $25 for the Lord’s work: put part in here on Sunday and send some to the Fields for B. McDowell as we have mentioned before.
I’ll pay the telephone bill today (that is nearly $8 – several long distance calls on it). And then the rest will get some gas, baby food [Similac, see below], eggs, and groceries. Sort of hard to figure out just what are the most important things on the list.
You asked about bills. Besides the car insurance, your insurance notice came yesterday. Two months of milk bills, the gas bill make up the most important. Dentist, rent, etc. will come next. We will have to get some winter clothes for Dorothy and John. I don’t know about overshoes yet – we haven’t tried them on to see who has outgrown what or if they have grown into any!
It would be nice to get some meat in the freezer. It has really been going down when we are eating out of it instead of buying much. Mr. Milliman took the 24 chickens out that he had in, so that left a gap, too.
Had a card from Mother – guess I’ll just send it to you instead of trying to tell you what it says.
The youngsters are out of school next Monday and Tuesday for Institute. [?? who knows what that means?] I’m just itching to take off to visit you Tuesday – but of course I won’t. If wishes were horses, you know — or in this case an airplane! I did ask Marion if she would consider going then so Chuck could visit the school, but she said he has to stay for football practice. Game is canceled for tonight because of Flu. It is on the increase in the school here. Each day more out, and our youngsters have all been exposed now with someone in their room coming down with it during school and being sent home with a temp of 103° or so. I refuse to worry – I could get sick just thinking about what would happen if we all got it. I have been trying to see that we all get the necessary rest and been using plenty of orange juice and vitamins to keep their resistance up. It is in the Lord’s hands and He gives strength when needed. You cause me more concern by your irregular living, if you should get it.
Now I must close – surely do miss you. Guess I didn’t write partly because I was just too lonesome and didn’t want to sound sad. Those spells come when I feel as though I just have to see you and anticipating a weekend without you seems too much. I just must not think ahead to weekends but take each day as it comes. And the thought of you using so much time and energy and losing out on your studies just to come home doesn’t cheer me either. All in all it is not the most satisfactory situation, but it is the best one for us now or else the Lord would change it, of that I’m sure.
Now I must close. Danny has been dialing around on the radio and is quite amused at some of the programs. Jimmy has learned how to do something new. I said I would write you about it, but he suggested I write about something else so he could tell you himself when you get home…so you will have to wait to find out.
Carol continues to be good. One night and one day she was fussy, not from losing sleep, but the day I did the washing myself seemed to be what caused it. Dorothy said she would do the washing tonight so that wouldn’t happen again but I’ll get some Similac to help me out or help Carol out, as the work piles up too high when I have to wait on the children for all such jobs. Her nose is still stuffy too. She broke out with prickly heat on Monday from being too hot so much of the time. This has cleared up now.
For the third time, I must close; I love you honey, we all do, and we are praying for you daily.
I’ve been reading my instruction book on the washer and I guess I’ll give it a try tonight.
All the links to my own childhood make me take these personally—in the best possible way. Of course Mom and Dad listened to Paul Harvey! What good patriotic Christian didn’t? And money set aside for missions in spite of living on my dad’s Christian school teacher salary. And all our extended family living out of state so long distance bills added up. I do remember my mom said that her mom and sisters came out from Chicago to the farm in eastern Michigan where we lived at the time. They’d heard she was nursing me and were so horrified, and brought a lot of formula to try and convince her to give up breast-feeding. She said she cried. (Of course, she only had one baby and my 12-year old sister. A lot different than raising a passel of kids almost solo.)
And you were so good—only fussy because your mom was doing the washing? I wonder what was going on. Did you want to be near her, or maybe you were just getting hungry while she was busy?
See, Anita? We are kindred! I got the feeling that my mom’s milk supply went down when she was doing too much work. But the work needed to be done. I’m surprised your aunts would be against breast-feeding. But that was the age where all the newfangled food (Tang, margarine, etc.) was the bomb.
Exactly! Maybe big-city “wokeness?” I’m teasing my loved ones a bit. They really did think they were doing the best for me. Maybe since I was a 10 pound baby they didn’t think my mom would be able to keep up 😉
Don’t forget casseroles with cream soups! A thousand recipes for them in church cookbooks from the 50’s and into this century!
We call Cream of Mushroom Soup the Glue of Life, haha!!