Dear James.
We’ve come to the end of another Sunday. It snowed last night and all day today, a very gentle snow. The temp. was around 30. John was outdoors most of the afternoon making snowballs and shoveling. His clothes were wet thru but when he came in we had a hot bath ready for him and he changed his clothes. Ruth read most of the day. I cleaned house, not exactly the way to spend Sunday, But I sewed all week and let other things go so decided to clean up and we’d have a nice time in the evening. I read to the children a while (john worked on his puzzles) and Ruth made us a dish of candy. They have said their prayers and are tucked into bed, where I am going as soon as I finish this letter,
We got 2 letters Sat. and your nice package. The mailman waited for the train and didn’t come until afternoon, and asked you to send your package earlier in the week if you can. They don’t like to keep it in the Post Office over Sun. for fear it might freeze. We have plenty of everything now until after pay day. There are 7 cans of milk, 1½ lbs. of butter, sugar enough and flour for 3 weeks and a half a can of kerosene. If you have a spare cake of toilet soap send it along long as we started on our last one today.
I finished one shirt for John and after it is washed I’ll make the others. I wish we could put in the crop ourselves this year. Couldn’t you look around and find an old Fordson tractor. That wouldn’t need any stable or care and if necessary I could run it (maybe). It has been a long cold winter. We got a letter from Canada, it was 52 below there and they have had lots of snow. Emma’s family is getting along all right. The baby (Glenn) is walking and learning to talk. Virginia is thru grade school and stays home. Cousin Anna’s husband, went to Sweden in the fall and won’t be back until March. Another cousin has 2 baby boys. So life goes on.
The wind is changing to the North and it may not be so warm tomorrow. I promised the children a snow-ball fight. Wish you were here to help me out. I didn’t mean to write less often last week. Let’s both write as often as we can and feel that each one is doing his best. Love, Martha