Dear Dear Zelda:
Dad finally took pity on me, and went down to get the mail-haven't had it since Sunday. It was so good to her from you! DO you have any snow left? Is it cold? According to the weatherman in Sat Lake, Wednesday morning, it was 45 and we were shivering in much less.
So, Edna is finally married-to the missionary? Seems she had a time to make her mind up. Is he, the husband, going to school? Too bad about Georgia-I know Edna said how she loved her sisters and hated so much the way things were with Georgia.
Thanks for the Genn-ee-ology. I wish I had a tape recorder. And wish I could use some film strips. I see there are some on the order blank I received yesterday. I need something Sunday; I don't know how I'm going to make a lesson out of 'Your Life in Pictures.' I've ask that each one have at least the first ten years of their history written in the first copy. And I gave them some outside reading to do. I ordered the 'Books of Remembrance' and thought surely they would be here by now-do hope they get here by Sunday. And I hope I can interest the members enuf to keep their thoughts and actions spurred to make them want to do something. It's like Dad said in his letter-yes, I finally had one from him; he was going in the Gospel Doctrine Class, he hadn't gotten much out of any there, genealogy classes he'd been in, but some of us didn't do much to help the teacher either.'So, these assigned activities have to be done individually, the teacher can't do anything about it.
Colene needs to get a job after school. Is she working in the church any? She has too much time to brood and think about Colene's troubles. Or maybe I don't know what I'm talking about.
Oh, we have to go to a Primary Preparation meeting the morning of the 28th. So, I thought the 'Y' played in MIssoula that nite, so Blanche and I decided we'd take our husbands down-then stay and go to the game. I told Barry not to plan anything for that nite. Now, he says the tri-stake basketball tournament is on the same night. So, guess we won't get to the 'Y' game after all. We'd want to reserve seats, so we could be sure of sitting together, now don't know whether to or not.
Sounds like you are really going to summer school; I'd tho't maybe you'd be so tired of it your wouldn't go. But, I think to, that summer school may not be such a 'drag' (if you know what I mean) as these winter quarters. I'm glad you are enjoying your piano lessons. I don't know yet what your new class is. Good luck.
I don't know yet about Conference either. I told Dad I'd like a suit; but I can see I won't get one. In fact, I feel rather quietly about using the money, I feel like I should just send it to you. We have done nothing to help you this year. I can't even seem to get any sewing done. I don't know what I do with all my time. Well, when I stay in bed as I did yesterday morning, no wonder. But I had a tummy ache and such a time with my legs. (Let's see, I'll have to figure the time on a calendar to , to consider). Well if dates go as they should, that problem should be solved. I don't always know anymore. 'Anyhow' as I was saying, I stayed in bed. Rather, I went back after getting Dad's breakfast. Then I called Barry at six ten and he called Cheryl Ann when he left-so-I didn't get up until 10:45. I did do the machine mending. Now, if I had some darning cotton maybe I'd eventually get through the 'pile' of socks I have stacked up.
I'm glad you are getting some use out of my coat. I'm enjoying yours too
Life doesn't sound too dull in the apartment.
Congratulations!! Straight A's and working to-we feel really proud of you.
And you are so welcome to the aprons. Which ones do you like best-Cheryl Ann said some of them were too long.
I'm glad you were at home-I'm sure you need some rest time.
Now, for some ranch conn.
Things go along about the same. Dad spends all his days outside-he finishes breakfast, dresses (chore clothes I mean) and leaves the house about 5:30. He finishes the milking and washing up (you'd think I'd do that much for him at least) about 8:45 now. Then he goes out to feed silage all around. then he goes after a load of hay, and pitches it by hand. I think every week he'll get the loader fixed, but he doesn't. I think he is proud of his 'leaner' figure and afraid he'll lose it if he doesn't have that much manual labor. Mother should be doing some of that to. secretly she's afraid her freckles will sprout. Didn't I say 'conn'. Anyhoo, it is noon time he gets everything fed-he warms milk for a couple new calves-I've always told him they need some dinner and he agrees, they are doing better. Then he comes to dinner. I've been making him lay down for an hour. Then he goes to clean sheds, haul bedding or hay for the feeder and so on. (This week, he finally finished the tax after dinner & rest). Then it is chore time again. He has been milking earlier-he can't get the calves to drink well, and if he doesn't milk early , Bary doesn't have time, he usually has to go somewhere.
It seems so good to have chores finished by 7:15 or 7:30.
Barry and Cheryl Ann eat as soon as they get home. Dad eats if he is around, if not, when he comes in, Cheryl Ann usually does the supper dishes-unless we all eat, then I usually do them. She has to get wood in and feed the pets. She usually romps with Jigger a little while after dark Then she studies-if she doesn't get a good mark in arithmetic this time, I'm surely going to see Mrs. Siebert. if Barry is at home he studies a time or plays his 'geetar'. He is learning a few chords.
We have been going to bed earlier. Usually, that is is. And before we know it-it is time to get up again.
Wednesday morning Kenny called to say he'd be here after the cow Dad said he'd sell him-therefore I had to take the message out-he finally came; then got stuck. How or why he was down in the ditch no one knows. Anyway, Dad got the tractor & they spent an hour getting the truck out. So, he was an hour behind schedule all day.
Then yesterday the milk man didn't come. About 8:45 last nite he came. Dad finally had to go out, he was there so long. Then Bob got stuck. They tried to pull the truck-finally had to put chains on it, then pull some more. So, it was 10:45 when Dad got in. He was chilled and had a sore throat, so he soaked in the tub for half an hour. By then, Barry was home from Missoula. They had been down to play basket-ball. Winning!!and from Missoula 2nd Ward. Tomorrow nite they play the final game-either Missoula 2nd or Stevensville. They beat last nit by eleven points-33 to 22. Here's hoping they get those pretty green suits. Then the tri-Stake tournament, Great Falls, Butte and Missoula.
Oh, if Missoula 2nd should beat them (oh no) tomorrow nite. They play them again Monday nite-as it is a double elimination tourney.
One big, older fellow last nite sent Dave whirling and sprauling into the far wall. The referee called a foul and was the fellow mad. then Barry knocked the ball away from him as he was dribbling and he was madder. He talked to the ref for five minutes. Barry said he should have had his pants kicked and sent to the shower room.
Barry doesn't make much scoring-only four points last nite, said he missed all his foul shots. But, he plays a good defense under the basket. He and Jay are both good on the defense. And pretty good at taking the ball away. Dave has been the point man lately-12 points last nite. Doesn't sound like very heavy scoring-after seeing the 'Y' and other college teams. Not bad tho. 'course we've a bit conceited here don't you 'spose. We are proud of the kids tho. They are playing good team ball lately. Then they loose. Dave, Jay, Gary-the seniors Kirk, Barry, Marty,Marty, Lyle and who next year. They think maybe Gary Brooks and Berlin Anderson.
Barry was pleased to get a letter from you.!
We had one from Mom & Dad. They don't even sound the same in letters. They don't seem to be interested in anything much. I thought I could get them to write their histories, but I'm sure Dad has given up. I'll try again. Mom has been having back trouble again. I don't know whether she is still working or not. She had said the Sergeant would be released the middle of this month and they were going to California. Dad was saying, he'd like to go back to Morgan and go over some of the places he used to go when he was a boy. Wish I dared plan with them-to take Aunt Laura and me of course-this fall, and go down there. I'd like to get some pictures of places he knew, etc.. And I'd like to hear he and Aunt Laura talk of their younger days. I'd like t get over to Uncle Jim's. He has so much of the records on the Eddington side. 'I had written to Aunt Laura-
Sarah must have forwarded the letter on, as she wrote a card from Salt Lake.
Well, my goodness, here I am still gabbing to you. And it is almost time for the kids to leave. And I haven't pulled Cheryl Ann out yet. My word-it is 7:20.
But, I haven't gabbed to you for a day or two. Think I could stand it until June? May have to.
And I leave you with this that.
Love Mom
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