August 3, 2009

Fried eggs

(1949 October 7)

[The new mother's helper] is by far the nicest girl I've ever had.... She fried the eggs last night while I took a bath and Mary Margaret came up and said, "How do you want your eggs, Mother? S'all we turn 'em over or s'all we let 'em lay?" This with the cutest gestures you ever saw.

August 2, 2009

Cosmic humor

(1949 October 4)

Today on hike:

Me: "Look at the moon, girls."

Diane: "Hey - what's the moon doing in the sky when the sun is out?"

Mary Margaret <4> (sighing as if the universe is too much for her): "Oh, God's a funny guy."

August 1, 2009

Sandman

(1949 late September)

Saturday morning a young fellow, Al something, from Coast to Coast, brought this guy Woody out with the sander. Vica [our German shepherd] was in the house and didn't see the car come nor see them get out until they were at the door, when I thought (and they were sure) she would tear them apart. So I put her in the basement. Old Woody: "No sir. I want to be apart from the dog, as I can see he don't like me" (quaint). They were both green they were so scared. Well as things went on we discovered the dining-room plug didn't work and an extension was needed. I told Al to go look in the basement. He yanked open the cellar door and there sat Vica looking right up at him. He acted just like a scared guy in a movie. His knees shook and he clutched the door and said in a sinking voice, "Ooo man!" - almost a prayer. I wanted to laugh in his face but called Vica and sat down on a kitchen chair and she put her paws on my shoulders and kissed me, and if I had been trifling with one wild black panther they could not have been much more impressed!

July 31, 2009

Floor plan

(1949 September)

Have I mentioned I am refinishing the dining-room floor? Saturday afternoon man came and sanded it. After supper I finished scraping. Today 4:30-5:00 put on first coat of sealer. I paint it once a day with something and hope to be done by end of week. All we need now is unexpected company with dining room furniture in living room.

July 30, 2009

No apologies

(1949 September)

Skip, let us make a pact, us two. Hereafter let us not waste time and words apologizing for our typing and handwriting. That alone will run into wells of ink and typewriter ribbons galore if we keep that up while you are in school. Now I know you can type, and you know I write in bed with the ink flowing up the pen, and you know I know where to put apostrophes and other punctuation, heaven knows. So if we both appreciate it is simply a matter of time and the idea conveyed is the thing -- we'll save ourselves a lot of trouble and use time for something else (writing to those who do not allow for errors).

July 29, 2009

All in order

(1949 September)

The pamphlet on dogs has long since helped start one of my fires. (They do go out and then I saw and chop until I get wood for another one. But tonight I came across a darling box of wood.) My ambition is to burn all the trash in that mess of boxes. Then have it cemented. Then build shelves of the lumber you pulled out of fruit room. Good place to store stuff. Don't you think? Not until then can we get order.

July 28, 2009

Cukes

(1949 September)

Concerning your cucumbers, I regret to say the crop was a failure this year. I think the reasons were that they were planted too late and not weeded. A cucumber is long, not round. I was up there the other day to look for you and found two bottles empty. I surmised the blossom had wilted off. Two had very small cukes in but could still slip out of neck of bottle. Frost is here and growing time over now, so there will be no more during this year. You will have to get an early start next year.