Dear Jim
I’m here alone this morning so maybe I can write a connected letter. It is 8:30 a.m. Friday. The children have gone for the milk. We all had one grand sleep last night. I washed yesterday and believe me I missed the Maytag. Early in the afternoon a terrible wind and dirt storm began. We were sheltered from the worst of it, but on the prairie it must have been terrible. Mr. Jenson was cultivating corn and stopped to get a drink. He said he couldn’t see ahead of him when he was plowing the corn. I noticed he went home early. I am sending the children’s money and they want you to send them some things for the Fourth they can make a noise with.
We didn’t hear from you yesterday. I haven’t put our name on the mail box yet. I would rather have it painted in black. How about you?
It must have rained off and on during the night but not enough to leak in. We had all the windows in last night and the children put their sweaters on this morning. It is quite chilly.
The sweet corn is 8 inches high. I put some of the chicken manure between the rows in the other garden and worked it into the ground with the shovel. Everything is up now. I wish you could come up for the 4th but I suppose it is impossible. Will you get Ruth a pair of white or pink anklets, size 9? I’ll have to stop to get this out to the box in time.
Lots of love and wish you were here,
Martha