Dear Daddy,
Yesterday I sawed a lot of wood. We had a lovely rain. All of the corn is up. The rhubarb is coming fine. The raisbary bushes are loaded with blossoms. Ruth and I went out in the rain. We cought a tub full of rain water. I sure am glad you sent thirty one years on the plains and in the mountains and I’m glad too that you sent me that letter. well good night I can’t seem to think of any more.
John