After weeks of letting everything get in the way, I’m back to Grandma’s letters. Let’s pick up where we left off, In September 1916.
In the
Sept. 3 letter, she writes of her sister, Roah, bringing her a gift – a signet ring. But, she notes that while she’s “quite proud of” this ring, “I don’t like it like I do my other one.”
I’m wondering: Is she referring to an engagement ring? Had Dave, by this time, given her a ring? Are they engaged? I ask because none of the previous letters ever mentions it. Do any of you know?
Her
Sept. 7 letter is a gentle scolding to Grandpa for not writing letters often enough.
I have to admit I get a special kick out of her
Sept. 10 letter, since she might as well be writing about her grandson Don:
“I’m getting disgusted with myself when I go to church. I can’t stay awake any more. I nearly bobbed my head off this morning.”
Later in the letter, she makes reference to someone who may be a rival – or not, maybe she’s not worried, but simply teasing:
“And I’m not much afraid of those Alabama school marms, either. I don’t believe she’ll look as good to you as some other people do. I hope not, anyway.”
I’ve said before that I really like these little tidbits of information about daily life that she drops into her letters. In the
Sept. 17 letter, for example, she mentions she doesn’t want to travel to Lovell to a church conference because the car in which she’ll be riding is unreliable – it gets stuck and the headlights don’t always work. (Sounds like some of the automobiles I’ve owned over the years.) Also, and this is probably just because I grew up in Basin, Wyo., I like this paragraph:
“Ira and Uncle are going to Basin in the morning to get some coal and take in part of the fair.”
I like the detail that reminds us they had to use coal for heat – if you haven’t read
Rip’s recollection of his youth, you should – and appreciate mention of the county fair, since that was always the high point of our year as children in Basin, with rides, exhibitions, a rodeo, games and many, many more opportunities for mischief.
Grandma also makes another mention of the “school marm” she referred to in the previous letter:
“I’m awfully glad that school marm didn’t come. I was a little bit afraid she’d beat my time but now I can rest easy. I don’t believe anyone is going to take my place, tho. They’d better not, anyway.”
It must have been another woman who was supposed to teach school there, but who never showed up. That’s just a guess, anyway. Still, it was enough to give Grandma the jitters.
The
Sept. 21 letter offers quite a few more details about attractions at the fair and life in Basin during the celebration.
I got a bit of a surprise reading the
Sept. 25 letter. Grandma writes of seeing a famous political figure:
“Saturday afternoon we left convention [in Lovell, I think] and went down to the
train and listened for five minutes to William Jennings Bryan. He is sure a homely old scout. Bro. Kirkham said what he admired about Bryan was that after every defeat, he came up smiling.”
That’s all for this week. Next week we’ll wade into October, at least, and maybe beyond.
Dear family,
