146 Ruth makes sandwiches for lunch at the lake after the ball game
146 Ruth makes sandwiches for lunch at the lake after the ball game
July 21,1935
Dear Corinna,
I rec’d a clever letter from Byron which I think I will send on to you. You must have had a good time on Friday. I wonder where Pen was—at her Grandmother’s perhaps. Still, I thot they were still on their trip. Daddy was glad to see you. Alice has even had a Radio put in her car.
Yesterday we had our coffee social. Eleanor Swenson was there and helped and most all of the S.S. too. We made about $15—not much for working both afternoon and evening. I was pleased when Daddy said he thot it would have been more sensible to put in $2 apiece and not work so hard on a hot day. It must have cost me that much for what I brought and our lunches too. Next time I’m going to ask Daddy for the money instead.
The Camp Fire Girls go camping next Sunday in that cottage the Appleton girls had last year. Harriet and Marjorie are already with their lists of necessities and otherwise.
We had a church service at 9:30 this morning.
Daddy, Myron and H and G have gone to the Ball Game and I’m lying on the Bedroom floor and listening to the Garage Radio. I’m certainly enjoying this quiet afternoon after that strenuous yesterday. The music on the Radio is so quiet and soothing.
I feel sorry for the ball players in this heat. They are using the new ball grounds today. Myron earned a dollar yesterday dragging the grounds and fixing bases.
Arnold Arneson works at his house every day—they are very interested in their new home. I shall miss them a lot. Bobby gave Gloria a cat this week—you know how I like that. But Gloria is happy.
How I did enjoy Aunt Ev’s letter! I am going to write her and tell her she musn’t try to write to me too, but that we can share her letters.
I promised I’d make sandwiches and we’d go to the lake for our lunch after the Ball Game. We will go in Alice’s old Coupe which is better at least than the Model T.
Tell Byron I think you two girls are hopeless, according to him. If I could, I would write him something as smart as his, but I’m not very clear-headed today. I will enclose Aunt Ev’s letter too—Expect to hear from you tomorrow. Love from Mother.
[Note from Harriet (Stafford) Dukelow, typed 2001: The above letter sent to Corinna at 4513 Casco Ave, Minneapolis MN, where she was caring for Penny and Uncle Paul while Aunt Frances was in Europe. Here is Byron’s letter to Mother of July 20th, ‘35]
Dear Madam,
It pains me greatly to call your attention to the actions of two of your relatives who call themselves “Kinnie” and “Winnie”. The former who claims to be your daughter. After this illegal procedure they evidently continued their program of crime and destruction. Upon my arrival home from a day of honest labor, I discovered the ruinous condition of my once neat home, caused by this pair of desperados. They even had the nerve to leave their calling card. I assure you that it was a nerve racking experience for me. I trust you will look into this matter. I thi