<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751</id><updated>2011-11-08T20:12:23.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Esther</title><subtitle type='html'>Letters to Esther is a collection of letters written to Esther Munro of Geneva, Indiana.  The letters span from 1900 to the 1960s, with the bulk of them coming from the 1920s.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-114384220479752857</id><published>2006-03-31T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:13:02.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>**EDITORIAL NOTE:  What's New**</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First, I've finalized the basic design of the new sub-domain and have transferred all the files from here to &lt;a href="http://esther.cat-sidh.net"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;.  I’ve also finally gotten around to setting up a &lt;a href="http://esther.cat-sidh.net/blog"&gt;separate blog&lt;/a&gt; on the Esther sub-domain, for the purpose of announcing new file uploads, new genealogical information, etc. I figured this would be an easier way to handle updates than the clumsy, old fashioned way of tagging files as “New.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My intention is to use the blog to post when I've updated a section.  I'll include both the name of the section and the URL for each file. That way, you can look at the files in context, if you want, or you can go directly to them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ll new letters will be posted to &lt;a href="http://esther.cat-sidh.net"&gt;the new website&lt;/a&gt; (http://esther.cat-sidh.net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.  Updates will be announced on &lt;a href="http://esther.cat-sidh.net/blog"&gt;the new blog&lt;/a&gt; (http://esther.cat-sidh.net/blog). I'll leave this blog here as a re-direct, but I won't be updating it with new letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For those who are unfamiliar with the &lt;a href="http://esther.cat-sidh.net/"&gt;Letters to Esther&lt;/a&gt; project, there is an explanation in the &lt;a href="http://esther.cat-sidh.net/blog/?page_id=2"&gt;Pages&lt;/a&gt; section of the new blog, at the top of the sidebar. The short answer is that it is a collection of letters from the early 1900s, written to Esther Munro Cooper of Geneva, Indiana. I’m slowly transcribing them and placing the transcripts and scans of the letters on-line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-114384220479752857?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/114384220479752857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=114384220479752857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/114384220479752857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/114384220479752857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2006/03/editorial-note-whats-new.html' title='**EDITORIAL NOTE:  What&apos;s New**'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-114260176520624779</id><published>2006-03-17T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:23:50.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**EDITORIAL NOTE:  Finally, an Update!**</title><content type='html'>I spent the better part of last night creating a header graphic and playing around with formats.  I think I've finally got something that I'm reasonably happy with.  I decided to go with hand coding, because I couldn't find an automated way to get what I wanted.  Yippee, more work.  But, I think it'll work out okay.  For now, I'm dumping everything into a sub-directory of the mother site, but that may change at a later date. If it does, at that point, I can also re-visit the issue of content management systems that might (or might not) do what I want automagically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97312041@N00/113510915/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right;" alt="CC010_detail" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/113510915_dd7d5e8ea8_m.jpg" height="240" hspace="5" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, if you want to take a look at a rough conceptual draft: &lt;a href="http://esther.cat-sidh.net"&gt; Letters to Esther&lt;/a&gt;.  There are only a few letters at this point, and Home is the only nav link in the header area that goes anywhere.  I'm trying to make sure that the letters themselves are legible but not huge.  At this point, the thumbnails are around 10k each and the full-size images are 30-40k for half sheets and 80k for full-sheets (many of the letters were written on a folded sheet of paper that opens like a book, with two small pages and an interior centerfold page).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also scanned some photos that were included with the letters.  One set is a mass-produced group of photos of the &lt;a title="The University of Chicago" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97312041@N00/sets/72057594083720173/"&gt;University of Chicago's buildings, c.1920&lt;/a&gt;.  I've uploaded them to a Flickr set.  The others are of the &lt;a title="Letters to Esther Flickr Set" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97312041@N00/sets/72057594084033833/"&gt;Indiana University Cosmopolitan Club's 1923 International Banquet&lt;/a&gt;.  One of the photos shows Esther herself.  I've created a Flickr group for those, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cross-posted to the &lt;a href="http://cat-sidh.net/blog"&gt;mother blog&lt;/a&gt;.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-114260176520624779?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/114260176520624779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=114260176520624779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/114260176520624779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/114260176520624779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2006/03/editorial-note-finally-update.html' title='**EDITORIAL NOTE:  Finally, an Update!**'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-112094323140887369</id><published>2005-07-09T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T16:07:11.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>**EDITORIAL NOTE**</title><content type='html'>I've uploaded a couple of stray letters that were out of order.  I've inserted them chronologically into their proper places:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/01/january-14-1920-from-mamma.html"&gt;January 14, 1920, from Mamma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/01/february-25-1920-from-richard.html"&gt;February 25, 1920, from Richard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/01/may-31-1920-from-mamma.html"&gt;May 31, 1920, from Mamma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-112094323140887369?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/112094323140887369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=112094323140887369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/112094323140887369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/112094323140887369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/07/editorial-note.html' title='**EDITORIAL NOTE**'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-112093793208090134</id><published>2005-07-09T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:38:52.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 19, 1919, from Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home. Wed. Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending you those samples. I could get no &lt;u&gt;Khaki&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Duck&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;gaberdine&lt;/u&gt; or Ratine, or batiste at Filer's. The Palu-beach may be wool. I do not know &amp; the Kindergarten is called "Kiddy Cloth" in the catalogue but I think it is a sort of kindergarten material. I have names on all but the kindergarten &amp;amp; that is the striped black &amp; white. I so far have found no *batiste in the house either nor at Filer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Spaar has not forgotten you. We have a package of religious literature here we will send you for I know you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur. A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin's are butchering Papa is down there &amp;amp; I may go yet for dinner, but know I should be busy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you need to pass in those samples? I may have time yet to get more at Carter's or some where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must get busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has happened since you were here, so consequently nothing to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, from&lt;br /&gt;Mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-112093793208090134?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/112093793208090134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=112093793208090134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/112093793208090134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/112093793208090134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/07/december-19-1919-from-mamma.html' title='December 19, 1919, from Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981981168891891</id><published>2005-06-26T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:03:31.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 19, 1919, from Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;La Fayette, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 19, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have proven that you are obstinate and contrary.  Well, all right this was a case where &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; do not object so strongly; but I've got you now where you will have to wait awhile despite the fact. If I appear to have a careless attitude in regard to certain things, what can anyone tell atall about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, you are lucky to get to go home so soon and have company all the way! There is no one around [...] to raise an excitement by strewing everything around and packing up to go home. "Webb" went to Chicago this evening and if Roomie and I can get ready in time and have enough money left we may go home ourselves tomorrow (Sat.). I've got a class till noon (12:00) tomorrow and it may be impossible for me to get ready, eat, and go over to the station in time to take the 12:15, my homeward bound train! Roomie wants me to go out on a date tonight; but our girls do not like to go to the family vaudeville, and we do. So? It will be treating our pile of ready cash rather kindly if we stay shy of "such".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like Indianapolis about this time? I hope you have had a nice trip home, and a nice visit already. Hoping to see you at home. I "extend my hand" for a happy farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981981168891891?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981981168891891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981981168891891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981981168891891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981981168891891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-19-1919-from-richard.html' title='December 19, 1919, from Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111982048816878072</id><published>2005-06-26T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:14:48.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 16, 1919, from Alva Glendening</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 16--1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may surprise you but I hope it don't shock you too much. I received a letter from Katheryn yesterday and I happened to think that I have written to every Willing Worker absent but you, our teacher. Don't you think that is awful? I hope you will forgive me, and I think you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know very much news just now except about the measles and I am over them now and I think about everybody else is, and beside you were home not very long ago and heard about all the news and will soon be home again to hear the rest of it better than I can write it. But I do know one thing, that they didn't shred today at Lehman's as it was too cold for them. But it looks as if it is going to warm up today as the sun is coming out nice. We have had some zero weather the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at S.S. last Sun., first I've been there for several Sundays. Our population was five, Maisie, Fred, Harry, Emile and I were the faithful ones, your big brother was absent, and we won the collection penant by a number of pennies. I am afraid we will have to adopt some children if we win many attendance banners after New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you disagreed with me about Kath--getting married. I am sorry to hear such a thing. But listen! The reason I wrote as I did was because I heard she was getting advice not to come home Xmas for fear she might get married. Now, I want her to come home, not that I am eager to see her, but she can't have a merry Xmas down there and I don't want her to know that matrimony is so dangerous, and then again she might pull thru with it all right. Of course it would hurt you or I to get married for you don't know enough about home economics and I'm too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must close. I won't ask you any questions now but will wait till you come home. Hope to see you once more before Santa comes anyway. Faithfully yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alva Glendening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111982048816878072?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111982048816878072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111982048816878072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111982048816878072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111982048816878072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-16-1919-from-alva-glendening.html' title='December 16, 1919, from Alva Glendening'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981831697931910</id><published>2005-06-26T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:15:45.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 15, 1919, from Lloyd and Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 15, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at school now and will soon recite so I will write as much as I can while I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received a letter from Robert last Saturday and wrote to him Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, When it (the Poodle dog) wanted a drink he would stand up on his hind legs and pat his front paws together. Did you ever see him do that? Well it is time to recite now ... Time is passing ... Now I am back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a game at school last Friday. You had to write your name on a slip of paper and fold it so that no one could see it without unfolding it. Then you dropped your slips all in one box and teacher wold mix them up. Then each person drew one out. The game rather the plot is to whoever you get when you draw, give him or her a useful article that costs 25¢. When I drew I got Henry Ehersam (Minnie Ehersam's brother). I got him a &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; Printing outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we was playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinny"&gt;shinny&lt;/a&gt; Solomon Eicher was first swinging his shinny club back to hit the ball and instead of hitting the ball he hit Edward Ehersam (Minnie Ehersam's brother) and knocked the &lt;s&gt;skin&lt;/s&gt; flesh off right on his forehead till you could see the bone. You could track him everywhere he went by big dropes of blood about 3/4 inches in diameter. It knocked him unconscious for a while. Then Tressie and our teacher took him to the doctor and he said if it would have hit him just a little bit closer to the eye it would have killed him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd Munro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd has written some to you at school and copied it at home.  But I must have my "say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town last eve I now have all material for making three bags. But if you decide to give them to L. &amp; K. you can help make them for I know it does not take long. Spoons have not come yet. Hope you will get here before all Carter's best stuff is gone. Am so sorry you are not here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lindsey is going to make Ruth's dress this week if I can get trimming for it. I may have to go to Berne for that. So you see where part of my time goes to any how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to prepare good &amp;amp; hard for shredders tomorrow. They are at Lehman's now &amp; will be here next expect them Wed. Thur. &amp;amp;amp;amp; Fri. &lt;u&gt;or&lt;/u&gt; Thur. Fri &amp;amp; Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you a safe journey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from,&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981831697931910?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981831697931910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981831697931910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981831697931910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981831697931910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-15-1919-from-lloyd-and-mamma.html' title='December 15, 1919, from Lloyd and Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981933079875142</id><published>2005-06-26T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:17:04.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 14, 1919, From Mamma and Ruth</title><content type='html'>Geneva. (Sun.) Dec. 14--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I promised to write some so I'll have tow write tonight if I do at all before you get home. I went to town yesterday A.M. to that sale, and the store was packed as quick as the door was opened. So you can imagine ones chance at trading with such a crowd. But I finally got Addie Hoskisson to wait on me. I only bought the common necessaries, and not all of those. So will go back again if I can get the time. I need comfort material so bad. Now let met ell you what is before &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; this week. I don't know if I can make those bags or not. I could have done it last week, but could not get the material by sending for it so thought I'd see to it this week myself. But Papa told me today that I might look for those corn-fodder shredders Wed. Thur. &amp; Fri. that means 14 men each day. Then on Mon. I'll wash (if weather permits) and go see Mrs. Lindsey about Ruth's dress. Tues I'll iron&amp;amp; bake up everything I can think of for those men. Of course it may storm and spoil all the plans. But I really wish to have it over with before you come. So we can talk &amp; sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark went to Bluffton yester ever to get Justus Kelley &amp;amp; family. He has had to take them back this eve. He had a sore throat too. Lloyd has been complaining about his. No one went to S.S. but Ruth and papa. They walked. A very small turn out. I suppose you have decided by now how you are coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Continued by Ruth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ruth &lt;u&gt;Writing&lt;/u&gt; now. I have received one Christmas present allready. It is a pair of brown gloves. They are made of cloth not even lined. I am going to have a test in General S. to-morrow. And I am begining to shake now. &lt;u&gt;I belive I did not tell you my grade in test the first and last time was 94 next to the highest grade. The one that grade cheated so much. And I am glad to say that none of the rest cheated. The highest&lt;/u&gt; grade was 96. Please tell me when you come home tell me what you want for Christmas. I'll tell what I want Christmas now: books, fountain pen, my graduation picture framed. We just &lt;s&gt;called&lt;/s&gt; were called up and Mr. Lehman told us he could not have the &lt;s&gt;thrashers&lt;/s&gt; shredders Mon.  So that means that we will have them Thursday, Friday, and Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[More from Mamma]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilma stayed with us when Clark took the folks back to Bluffton as Mrs. Whitsel went along, just for the ride. Now, I don't think you'll hear from us again till you come home. Come home which ever way you think best, but I would not come alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must close &amp; go to bed early and prepare to work, work, work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon. A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark just told me that if you came to Portland Fri. night he can meet you there as well as not there is to be a B.B. game at Bryant that night. But come any way that suits you best &amp;amp; we will meet you. Just let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981933079875142?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981933079875142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981933079875142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981933079875142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981933079875142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-14-1919-from-mamma-and-ruth.html' title='December 14, 1919, From Mamma and Ruth'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981647242716234</id><published>2005-06-26T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T15:07:52.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 14, 1919, from Richard</title><content type='html'>P.U. La Fayette, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ought to start this week off as if I meant to do the right thing at least. Although I have quite a lot to do today and all this week, I can usually transfer enough time to write a little while. Due to the fact that I went to Sunday School today, had a number of visitors, and loafed some myself, I am afraid I must forgo any dates or other similar escapades for the evening. Of course it is a disappointment to me as well as others. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are not suffering yet of the fine cool weather that is whizzing around outside. Everybody around here, who can, go over to the park to skate, and it is a great sport too. I have no skates here; but am longing for them with little hope of having my desire gratified. Do you skate? I rather think you once said you didn't. So, you did not like those plays that you saw there at the University. And Hamlet was no good. I have never seen it played myself, so I take your word for it. A lot of people, however, are hard to humor, when they have ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have such a warm room here that it is hard to believe there was any coal shortage. No, I'm not freezing; but I do have a lot of "chicken" problems on my mind. &lt;u&gt;Pardon me&lt;/u&gt;, but I have two classes of ‘em to study and mix with. Nevertheless I shall be very glad to go home; just like I was about a year ago. Ha, ha! I have classes until 12:00 Saturday, the 20the., so I'm not quite sure just when I can get home. I hope you do not have any more such exciting trips as you had a few weeks ago. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best of luck this week.  I hope to see you during vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I had to cut this short so as to send it up to be mailed by roomie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.N.G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981647242716234?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981647242716234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981647242716234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981647242716234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981647242716234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-14-1919-from-richard.html' title='December 14, 1919, from Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981553458015704</id><published>2005-06-26T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:52:49.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 12, 1919, from Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home.  Dec. 12--Friday Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your letter came today. I hope you have rec'd my last letter by now for may be there are a few suggestions in it that might help you out with Xmas. You will have time enough after you get home to get &lt;u&gt;him&lt;/u&gt; some thing. You need not get it there unless you see the very thing that suits. But of course if you are intending to give the girls there each something, &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt; shoudl be done before you leave there.  Even Luella &amp; Kathryn's &lt;u&gt;could&lt;/u&gt; wait &lt;u&gt;till&lt;/u&gt; you get home.  We have sent for those spoons; but of course they have not come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter is going to sell out for good &amp; move to Wabash, Ind.  I am going tomorrow A.M. &lt;u&gt;buy some&lt;/u&gt;, for that is when sale begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know which way you had better come home.  But papa said he'd rather you'd come with Justine than to make trip alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not noticed any coal shortage here, and Ben's said there seemed to be plenty in Van Nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't know I began on wrong side of paper. [At top of second side, which is, indeed, the "right" side.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a notion to get myself a nice new dress at Carter's, but &lt;u&gt;when&lt;/u&gt; would it &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; get made?  I wish you could stay home a &lt;u&gt;month&lt;/u&gt; and sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the school play will be while you are home; but Clark don't brag on it any.  So don't expect too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. A.M. Clark said he would give up getting stationary if you wanted to give that to some one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will hear from me again before you come. If no one comes tomorrow I expect I'll write to you then. I may have fodder shredders next Tue. Wed. &amp;amp; Thur.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981553458015704?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981553458015704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981553458015704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981553458015704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981553458015704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-12-1919-from-mamma.html' title='December 12, 1919, from Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981530649646709</id><published>2005-06-26T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:51:14.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 10, 1919, from Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home.  Wed.  A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, it's hurry.  Am sewing every spare min. of daylight I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I would not dress up as boy in that playlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Xmas. presents. Am going to send off those oleomargerine coupons for xix teaspoons. How would it be for you to give one with initial on it to each of your friends there. It is the Community silver &amp; I should think would be good and nice to give. I will make two bags any how, a blue &amp;amp; yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am making myself night-gowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are warm enough there.  We were not until papa put up dining-room stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want those spoons I can keep them but would they be nice? We send to Chicago for them &amp; they might come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will send you an article I saw in &lt;a href="http://www.wam.umd.edu/%7Eredman/ed/edcompanion.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Youth's Companion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a map of Ind. would be nice, according to what you said when you were home. Will inquire of Long in Geneva &amp;amp; see if any can be got &amp; let you know soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must close &amp;amp; get papa something for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 loads of beets are in the field.  Do not think Glendenning's are through either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981530649646709?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981530649646709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981530649646709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981530649646709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981530649646709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-10-1919-from-mamma.html' title='December 10, 1919, from Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981528531422911</id><published>2005-06-26T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:48:05.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 7, 1919, from Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;La Fayette, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;December 7, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be having your share of adventure in all lines of activities. Also many new experiences with the weather. Purdue University has only a car or two of coal ahead at any time; but we are going fearlessly ahead with the work just the same. You see it takes about two car loads per day here and if the shortage is not met there will be something doing at Purdue. The only way the coal shortage could affect our vacations would be to make them longer, wouldn't it? I heard that Indiana U. has enough coal to run till March; but there is a rumor that we may get out one weak earlier. However, I have no confidence in such reports. In two weeks tho! Ha, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read in the paper about the &lt;a href="%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.flickr.com/photos/97312041@N00/21711339/%22%20title=%22Photo%20Sharing%22%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://photos16.flickr.com/21711339_cf0fd3440a_o.jpg%22%20width=%22798%22%20height=%22518%22%20alt=%221919-12-07-2_MononTrainDepotBlmgt%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;Monon train&lt;/a&gt; being almost wrecked, I never thought &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; were on the train. You might have been killed, and that would not have even suited you, would it? I'm glad you escaped so fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to Sunday School today on account of the slippery side walks; &lt;u&gt;and my laziness&lt;/u&gt;. Roomie brought a Sunday paper back with him, from breakfast, and I read that, when I got up. Ha, ha! I also did a poultry problem for next Wednesday, before going to dinner. Now this afternoon I have nothing to do but write letters or go on dates. Of the two, I chose letters for the present, and the others later. Did it give you a miserable day yesterday, as we had? I went over to the shows with a friend last evening, took in the [...] and a vaudeville at the Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's surely inconvenient for you to have so much work to do, letters, sewing, and all that other stuff you mentioned. I do not believe they can put me "under" here, at least I hope not. Since you have so much to deal with, I shall not ask you any new questions this time; but hope you find lots of enjoyment out of the others. Wishing you a speedy relief from all your hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981528531422911?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981528531422911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981528531422911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981528531422911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981528531422911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-7-1919-from-richard.html' title='December 7, 1919, from Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981347419919514</id><published>2005-06-26T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:17:54.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 7, 1919, from Clark and Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva Ind.&lt;br /&gt;Dec 7 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got beat again Fri. night on Bluffton floor by Petroleum score 26-33 two defeats out of eleven games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in an awful rush so you see the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would one of those boxes of writing paper ($1.85 a box) do for a present for Luella, I think you mentioned about her saying she would like to have some of it get either white or cream color. I'll pay for it. I wasn't at SS today I'm getting awful bad. Cousin Bens were over Sat night and today. School is awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a little snow it fell Fri. night. It's awful cold now and you know how warm this house is when the chimney stops up. Well I'm sleepy and have Chem. Phy's. and Caesar to get yet so By By for this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeing hat the remaining 2 weeks pass swiftly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours&lt;br /&gt;Clark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon.A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not washing today. Weather looks bad &amp; also Is Ben's were here, the house is torn up from one end to the toher. The kids got out every thing they could get &amp;amp; didn't put back anything. I was not looking for Ben's at all. But had not only looked for them the last four Sat. (except for the Sat. you were at home) but had prepared for them. They want up to &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; come over Xmas and stay Xmas night and longer if we will. I told her I'd let her know as soon as I had heard from you. I do not think there'll be any thing going on here Xmas night, any way, there never is, So don't you think we can go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky Marsh went to Iowa last summer &amp; while there married. Then she came back &amp;amp; I believe taught school until Thanks-givign then went to Ames, Ia. to live. Tho' her husband hasn't finished going to school yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are having quite a time at school. I haven't time, nor paper, nor patience to tell all, so will not tell any. I guess tho' that Willis is quite bossy &amp; overbearing, even to Tressie. Suppose we will se you in two weeks. I think you must have had a dangerous, exciting &amp;amp; tiresome trip back to Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must close &amp;amp; go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love.  from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981347419919514?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981347419919514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981347419919514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981347419919514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981347419919514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-7-1919-from-clark-and-mamma.html' title='December 7, 1919, from Clark and Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981184348580838</id><published>2005-06-26T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:50:43.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 5, 1919, From Ruth</title><content type='html'>Geneva Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 5, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been &lt;strike&gt;writing&lt;/strike&gt; wanting to get a chance to write. I wanted to write last night but I had to write on my book report. Well, I suppose you have heard some things about the squabble. Well I will tell you some more. You know Clark was suspended from school for three days. That happened Tuesday. Papa went back the next morning and told him what the school was for and Clark kept on coming to school. the same night the Senior class went there to practice a play and finish up putting up the stage. Clark saw that Tressie was there that night too. The next morning he said he was surprised to see the stage half way up. He also said he could fine them each $5 and upward &lt;s&gt;to put&lt;/s&gt; for breaking in the school building. Neusbaum &amp; Mr. Willis ordered that the stage should be taken down and never be put up again. Also threatened to take the Seniors credits away from them and I do not know what. Neusbaum came the next morning anyhow he was there before we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were waiting for Tressie to come. First They called Josephine down in the furnace room. There was no one down there besides Mr. Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neusbaum &amp;amp; asked her if she was there the night before. Of course she had to say she was &amp;amp; asked her to tell all who were there that night of course she had to tell. She went up stairs to tell Tressie all about it. Tressie was called out at that time. In about ha[l]f an hour or less she was back and began to cry. All the Seniors class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[There seems to be a page missing from this letter. If it turns up in one of the later letters, I'll insert it and make a note of it.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981184348580838?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981184348580838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981184348580838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981184348580838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981184348580838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-5-1919-from-ruth.html' title='December 5, 1919, From Ruth'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111981538412963266</id><published>2005-06-26T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:55:34.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 3, 1919, from Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home.  Wed.  A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, it's hurry.  Am sewing every spare min. of daylight I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I would not dress up as boy in that playlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Xmas. presents. Am going to send off those oleomargerine coupons for xix teaspoons. How would it be for you to give one with initial on it to each of your friends there. It is the Community silver &amp; I should think would be good and nice to give. I will make two bags any how, a blue &amp;amp; yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am making myself night-gowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are warm enough there.  We were not until papa put up dining-room stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want those spoons I can keep them but would they be nice? We send to Chicago for them &amp; they might come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will send you an article I saw in &lt;a href="http://www.wam.umd.edu/%7Eredman/ed/edcompanion.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Youth's Companion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a map of Ind. would be nice, according to what you said when you were home. Will inquire of Long in Geneva &amp;amp; see if any can be got &amp; let you know soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must close &amp;amp; get papa something for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 loads of beets are in the field.  Do not think Glendenning's are through either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111981538412963266?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111981538412963266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111981538412963266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981538412963266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111981538412963266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/06/december-3-1919-from-mamma.html' title='December 3, 1919, from Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111257323196558604</id><published>2005-04-03T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:13:16.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 4, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind. Dec. 4--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Thurs. A.M. and no word from you yet. Tho' I surely think there will be this noon. Clark got a few words from Luella yesterday and I thought she would surely mention your name; but she did not. Saw Geraldine Baker a moment the night of the game at Linn grove (Tues. night) and she said they got word from Justine that you didn't reach Bloomington till Mon. 7 A.M. Hope you are well. That's all that ever really worries me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to game Tues. night. Mr. &amp; Mrs. Amos Shoemaker were there. Our boys beat Bluffton both first &amp;amp; second teams. But let me tell you they had to work to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending you the Jan. &amp; Dec. Elites. Have just ordered a pattern from the Jan. for Ruth. It is 3102D. Don't know who will make it as Mrs. Lindsey has been sick again. But return either the picture cut out or the book soon, as who ever makes it will need it to look at, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa has gone to Decatur today after our sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Kelly &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must quit as mail man will come soon. will send your other cover &amp;amp; pink waist to you soon, as they are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are well. If I don't hear from you &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt; I'll be down there or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cold here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd addressed this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111257323196558604?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111257323196558604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111257323196558604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257323196558604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257323196558604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/december-4-1919-from-mamma.html' title='December 4, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111257281696075444</id><published>2005-04-03T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:30:15.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 3, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>La Fayette, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;December 3, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been paying for my good time by working hard this week, which accounts for my delay in answering your letter from home. So you can successfully fool people; and consequently they think that you prefer to go back to school! Well, that is a strange way for everyone to have you placed. &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt; do we all think wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wondered if you got back to I.U. all right and have regained your lost sleep. No doubt ou are as busy as you ever were, readjusting yourself to the old routine. I surely did have a great time last week end but not what I could have had had I been home. See? Only two more weeks + and we'll beat the trail for home, walking perhaps if they take the trains off. Really the coal is in serious shortage everywhere. They even have partly closed the "movies" here. Ha. Now I can't spend "all" my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; and money there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get our vacation from noon, Saturday, December 20 to January 6. I guess you get the same time off, do you not? I think we ought to get more time off than I.U. because we do so much more work. Then too we are confident that Purdue appreciates us if we do work. But they surely do soon kick a fellow out if he continually flunks. You don't worry about anything serious happening to you if you miss a train, do you? I know the officials can easily scare Freshman for awhile; but they can't do it longer than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cold weather seems to chill all social activities; meetings are postponed, dances not popular, and no place to take a date after nine o'clock. Of course we put the blame upon the &lt;a href="http://www.lib.iup.edu/depts/speccol/articles/judge_jonathan_langham.html"&gt;coal miners&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://xroads.virginia.edu/~HYPER/ALLEN/ch3.html"&gt;Reds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are still in a good humor, and enthusiastic over school and the boys of I.U. Good luck and best wishes from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111257281696075444?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111257281696075444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111257281696075444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257281696075444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257281696075444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/december-3-1919-from-richard.html' title='December 3, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111257171781763271</id><published>2005-04-03T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:41:57.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home, Dec. 2--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fear you will be disappointed when the mail-man comes &amp; will not hand you an envelope with a stamp on it, I'll just send you one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you didn't bring home the belt to gingham dress?  Anyhow I've not seen it.  As I was ironing one of your corset covers I broke the string (the baby ribbon) in one of them, so I kept it at home &amp; am crocheting one that will not break so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed yesterday &amp;amp; am finishing the drying process in the house.  Papa went to Equity meeting last night and Clark to basket-ball practice.  I mopped the floor after supper, washed dishes, croched some on that string for your corset-cover &amp; looked at the new "Elite" that came yesterday.  Believe I'll send it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lindsey has been sick, so I do not know when she can make Ruth's dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilma Kelly has the measles.  Will go down this A.M. and see how she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you got to destination O.K.  Were C. &amp; L. at train to meet you?  Will look strong for a letter from you to day.  Tho' I don't suppose you are in any humor for writing.  To sleepy, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men are in the beet field this A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to wash your old pink crepe waist.  You want it don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to sell our surplus chix tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basket-ball team play Bluffton tonight.  Clark wants me to go, but O it is so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hope you are not sick from your trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have told all that has taken place since you were here.  Do not worry about that remark that "some one" made in the letter.  I have thought about it &amp;amp; believe no harm was intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111257171781763271?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111257171781763271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111257171781763271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257171781763271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257171781763271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/december-2-1919-from-mamma.html' title='December 2, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111257127840105812</id><published>2005-04-03T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:34:38.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 30, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>Purdue University&lt;br /&gt;November 30, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received both of your letters Friday, and was surely well pleased to hear that you went home.  I was not disappointed you see.  Of course if you did not have the sore throat by this time, you no doubt went to Sunday School today.  Which is more than I cared to do on such a cold day.  It will be more profitable for me to work today and go out tonight, if I can do it.  Ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time here on Thanksgiving day and since too.  I'll let Katheryn speak for herself as to the merits of our good time, Purdue, and of everything in general.  Our statements might conflict, and I do not wish to bother you with any of our little differences, if there shoudl be any to arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surely was sorry, however, that I did not get to go home.  I don't understand why you went "just because you had such a good chance".  Don't you care anything for your home, parents, or little brothers; more than any other equally as interesting subject.  Please pardon my questioning tone; but you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, can't you!  Complete happiness is based upon some such foundation as that, and surely somewhere it is found to be absolutely necessary.  I fear you will be thinking yet that I cannot interpret a letter like it is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from Clara yesterday.  She said you and Clark were out riding in the Ford, and visited at our place Thursday.  Say, now do you like the new "car"?  Did Clark let you drive it?  During your visit I suppose you have learned of all the new marriages, romantic careers and engagements of many of the young people around there.  It must be an "affliction of the heart", common to a lot of young people.  It interests me anyway.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are not too sleepy to read this; but you might be, after such a long journey.  In three more weeks I am going to beat it out of here.  Meanwhile it's going to be just the same old routine as usual.  Work, play and eat with the (un)usual amount of sleep.  Wishing you a pleasant trip back to I.U. I remain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Ricahrd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111257127840105812?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111257127840105812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111257127840105812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257127840105812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257127840105812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-30-1919-from-richard.html' title='November 30, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111257076566044357</id><published>2005-04-03T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:12:45.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 28, 1919, From Luella</title><content type='html'>Friday 2.00 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was certainly thoughtful of you to write a letter--glad I reached Bluffton as soon as you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you know a number of students were put on or in the baggage car down here at the Monon station the day I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes--Dale went home. I am the only girl left here--and I am here only half the time. Ha! Have not been one bit lonesome so far. K[atheryn] is not coming back until to-morrow P.M. Got three letters and a card to day. Should I be lonesome? Have a &lt;em&gt;date&lt;/em&gt; for 4 o'clock and still have my gingham dress on. Ha! as 4 to-night--may call it off &amp;amp; go to the social with one of the girls. have been having a fine time--but not much work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having quite a scare here. This may be the last U will ever hear from me. Will not write it on a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope 2 C U again. I still _ _ _ _ you. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope U are having a good time--better yet than I--myself. We are observing no rules here--unless we wish. Stayed up here alone last night as I did not go out to stay last night. Carters wanted me to go down stairs to sleep but--I would have made the 6th one in &lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt; bed room. Ha! Robert is out of bed sitting up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111257076566044357?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111257076566044357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111257076566044357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257076566044357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257076566044357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-28-1919-from-luella.html' title='November 28, 1919, From Luella'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111257006144167297</id><published>2005-04-03T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:30:50.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 27, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>Purdue University&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Day, 9:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ought to be very happy now, considering all the things you have to be thankful for; thanksgiving dinner at &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;, lots to eat, a good time before you, and a "very agreeable day", a prospect of returning to school soon again, etc. I wanted to get to go home myself, but the Purdue students petitioned, several years ago, to add the two days now, to the Christmas vacation. Consequently we young sports have to remain "satisfied".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a chance upon you going to leave I.U. so I sent you a little parcel of sweets to Geneva. Of course I'll guess that it did not arrive on time. You can recall what you did last year and what I did. Ha, ha! The weather conditions are the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt;, almost, today; but I wonder how about the rest. It's your turn to play rough, and I promise to submit meekly to anything that might concern me. See? Since it's so hard to make a letter understandable and not be too precisely acute, I'll not express myself in this one any more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Katheryn got my word in sufficient time to relay my short dispatch, and to decide to come up here. Anyway she is here and we are sure of a fine time if we wish. Very few of the students left town, so things are quite natural in regard to entertainments and crowds. Say, Katheryn is greatly impressed by our city and college! It's a wonderful place full of good, live people. She especially noticed the good looking young men, and at that a remarkably large no. of fair dames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very interesting affair here yesterday when a &lt;a href="http://userwww.sfsu.edu/~epf/2000/hernandez.html"&gt;Red labor&lt;/a&gt; speaker was billed to make a speech here last night. The American Legion took immediate steps to stop him, and did too. They arrested him as soon as he arrived and then gave him his papers of exit. The Purdue students were "up in the air" too and many went over to the meeting last evening. This is no town for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palmer_Raids"&gt;unloyal citizens&lt;/a&gt;, or students either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you have enjoyed your visit so far. Of course you have. Best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111257006144167297?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111257006144167297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111257006144167297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257006144167297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111257006144167297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-27-1919-from-richard.html' title='November 27, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256894327220826</id><published>2005-04-03T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:55:43.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 24, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>P.U.&lt;br /&gt;November 24, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not going to be much of a letter; nor much of an answer, I fear.  Sure I like specials, and that is one reason I cannot find the time to write more tonight.  Various things have interfered with my good intentions, thus nessitating a hasty answer or none at all.  For if I waited until tomorrow you would not be at I.U. by the time my mail reached you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther, I'm sure your friendship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; benefited me also; but do friendships always continue to be beneficial.  Supposing, since you mentioned it, that the things I said really did mean what it sounded like.  Would you care?  Since there is such a short time I shall not take up the discussion any farther at present.  I would not know how to explain anyway so sas to please you, so I'm not relieving your uncertainty now.  You will surely have a fine time when you go home, and I wish you one anyway.  So far as I know now Purdue will have school.  Hard luck, I say.  I shall write more soon, perhaps.  I can't depend upon my "spells".  So if you are O.K. where you're at write to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256894327220826?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256894327220826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256894327220826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256894327220826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256894327220826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-24-1919-from-richard.html' title='November 24, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256861252777321</id><published>2005-04-03T17:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:54:29.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 22, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Nov. 22--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your letter came yesterday and I simply can not tell you what to do about coming home. But if you do come with Justine you must ‘phone or let us know some way that you are there or if you come the other way (Portland) you will have to let us know. Clark said that Luella wrote like they hardly expected to go to Purdue. Will have the corn-shredders Mon. if weather is fit which means I must get dinner for about 14 men. alone. Ruth will be in school and Mrs. W. is afraid of Wilma taking the measles. Clark is teaching the Freshmen English class. Says he likes it and would think it fine if he only knew more. But you know he does not understand grammar. Ruth says they all like him though. I think Mr. &amp; Mrs. Willis do their part about as well as some of those pupils. Only one boy has quit school &amp;amp; he was going to anyway to Xmas time. Well, be your own judges about coming home. We will go meet you where ever you are, if you only tell us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am afraid those pictures will get mislayed or lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256861252777321?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256861252777321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256861252777321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256861252777321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256861252777321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-22-1919-from-mamma.html' title='November 22, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256825685437047</id><published>2005-04-03T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:44:16.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 19, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home.  Nov. 19--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I never have time for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letter&lt;/span&gt; so here goes for a few words.  It is now 20 min. of 11. so mail man will come soon enough to suit.  I have hunted every where for those old black gloves of mine and can not find them.  So I thought I'd go to town and just buy a pair &amp; send you; but Warren has the measles (so I discovered this A.M.) so now I can not leave home for some time.  Mrs. Dr. Price said not to let him out doors for two weeks.  So papa said for you to go down town there and buy the gloves you want &amp; he will send you the money in a day or two.  They are working early &amp; late with the beets.  The beet tenders will be through this A.M. but they are doing a "bum" job, so much so papa wishes they had never come near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Whitesel had papa, Warren &amp; I there for dinner yesterday, it being her 67th birthday.  She had a very nice dinner.  But now Wilma will surely have the measels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice got her a very nice gray skirt to match the waist I gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark &amp; Ruth went to a party at Glendenning's last eve.  It was a freshman &amp; sophomore party.  But Tressie was in bed sick with a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd is writing you a letter at school.  His report-card is fine.  Nothing below 94 but writing (88).  Arith 99.  I believe he has a fine teacher Carol Striker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will send clothes to you as soon as I can; but must give Warren first class care anyhow, if I do send them to you late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you take a sudden notion to come home Thanksgiving, come with Justine &amp; we will go after you over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must close, with love--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Warren what I should tell you &amp;amp; he said tell her I am sick--got the small pox.  Suppose he'd forgotten what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256825685437047?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256825685437047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256825685437047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256825685437047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256825685437047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-19-1919-from-mamma.html' title='November 19, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256753059222802</id><published>2005-04-03T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:39:41.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 19, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>Purdue University&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 19, 1919, Wed. 4:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your big letter was the only one I received Monday; and perhaps you got my card. You seem to feel lonely or disappointed or something like that. You are not homesick, are you? Ha, at last! Speaking of friendships, I remember when I used to tell you of the value and worth of a friendship, and endeavor to convince you that my friendship was worth cultivating. Now that it has proceeded this far do you feel like it has benefited either one of us? If I have helped to place you in a rut, I shall surely be glad to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever achieved anything by hard effort, and then discovered or rather realized that it was not exactly what you want? So cheer up, if you are unhappy, and someday you may find someone or something to satisfy your ideals and longing. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am adrift on a dark wintry sea", of indecision, or what ever you may choose to call a dissatisfied mind of thought. But you know the "path of love never runs smoothly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell &lt;s&gt;Miss Baker&lt;/s&gt; "Mr." Baker I wish to congratulate &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; him upon having such a nice little "wife" for a roommate.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; you are "married". How do you like your new man by this time? Ha, ha! Too bad he has to take drill; but from appearances he was a slacker anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have a vacation here at Thanksgiving, which means that most of us will have to stay here. You surely will not be alone there for Katheryn and Luella are not going home; at least I think now. It is not possible for more than one to come here for a visit or I should like to have them come up for a few days. I may invite one or the other anyway, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very hard week for me, lots of work and everything. Roomy and I both are the busiest persons you ever saw. (?) Last night (Tue.) I went to the Ag. society banquet, had a good time and lots to eat. I guess I never told you that I had a good time at the social Sat. evening also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I choose to have another spell, I'll write again; sooner or later.  Best wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256753059222802?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256753059222802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256753059222802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256753059222802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256753059222802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-19-1919-from-richard.html' title='November 19, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256641597091108</id><published>2005-04-03T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:13:35.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 16, 1919, From Lloyd and Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva Ind.&lt;br /&gt;November 16, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write to you with my right hand.  I don't know weather you can read it or not but I will try to make it plain enough for you to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Mr. Whitsel wint to town with a load of beets.  After he got them unloaded he went and got 98¢ worth of coal, then he tied his horses to a telephone pole and went to get some bread and groceries.  But when he came back the horses were not there then he walked down to [Reichelderfer'?] as fast as he could and seeing they were not there he went back to Harlow's and phoned up to us and told us that our team (Duck and Daizy) were not their.  Then Clark got the Ford out and Papa got the lantern and got in the Ford too.  Then they started for town, expecting the horses to be on their way home.  But they could not find them (between here &amp; town.) so they got Joe and started for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got here Clark telephoned up to Joe Roth's they sayd they had seen no stray team.  Pretty soon Harlow's telephoned out to us and said that there were a number of teams behind the school house.  Then we got the Jeffery out and Clark and papa and Joe went to town and sure enough our team was there with the coal there and every thing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother,&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence's were over in P.M.  Mrs. L. had a headache so I do not think she had a very good time.  She said Bernice was going to write to you, tho' I don't think they got your add.  Clark said to tell you to look over that catalog &amp; if there is any thing suitable for Luella in it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;return&lt;/span&gt; it &amp; let him know.  I will only mark the pages that strike me favorably, tho I think every little thing is so high.  Tho' I'd like to have the Library-table scarf, I do not think you have time to make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256641597091108?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256641597091108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256641597091108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256641597091108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256641597091108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-16-1919-from-lloyd-and-mamma.html' title='November 16, 1919, From Lloyd and Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256584243834819</id><published>2005-04-03T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:31:35.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 15, 1919, From Ruth and Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Nov. [1]5, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will first answer your question. The table runner is 67 ½ in. long not counting the fringe on &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; one edge. Mamma found out what you want to make her for her birthday present. When she was reading your letter she found that note and wondered why you addressed it to me so she read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our Domestic Science we gave Helen Buntz and Joel Monce some weeks ago and invited all the teachers in the school and the janitor. They (D.S. girls) [earned] money by selling soup, popcorn balls and candy (&amp;) icecream at the box social. We sold soup again (different kind). And only three boys bought soup. While all the girls bought. We are going to have a birthday dinner for Clare &amp;amp; I this coming Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening there were things happening that were quite unusual. After Mr. Whitsel unloaded a load of sugar beets from the wagon he got 90¢ worth of coal and tied the team. When he came back from a store the team was gone and also the wagon. We just got word that there was &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; team tied up north of school building (in Geneva). Papa &amp; Clark &amp;amp; Mr. Whitsel have just gone to town to see if it is ours. (I will tell you later the final facts). Yes, it is ours. Clark knows there were not tied up there very long. No telling what the team and wagon were used for but the coal was still there. (I rewrote this to-day (Sunday))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon. A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Ruth would tell more than she did. For she could have. Boys got beat badly at Bluffton Fri. night. 40 to 15. Clark did not play. it was a larger floor than they were used to &amp;amp; they had glass stops, which fooled the boys in throwing for basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to S.S. Minnie L. was there. She asked about you and for your address. Unless she forgets it I think you will hear from her. She has been home for six weeks. (over to Lloyd's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those verses are cute, don't you think? But I'm afraid the less expensive things might be so insignificant when one got them they might not like them after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256584243834819?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256584243834819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256584243834819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256584243834819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256584243834819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-15-1919-from-ruth-and-mamma.html' title='November 15, 1919, From Ruth and Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256445654244796</id><published>2005-04-03T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:02:38.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 14, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>Purdue University&lt;br /&gt;November 14, 1919&lt;br /&gt;Friday 7:00 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are surprised, agreeably, by my impulsiveness. If life goes by jumps and bounds, and surprises, does it not please as often as it causes heartaches. I found a nice little Walt Mason "Cheerupodist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are weary little pilgrims, straying in a world of gloom; just behind us is the cradle, just before us is the tomb; there is nothing much to guide us, or the proper path to march, as we toddle on our journey, little pilgrims in the dark. And we jostle, and we struggle, in our feeble, futile wrath always striving, always reaching to push others from the path; and the wrangling and the jangling of our peevish voices rise, the seraphim that watches us thru the starholes in the sky; and they say: ‘The foolish pilgrims! Watch them as they push and shove! They might have a pleasant ramble, if their hearts were full of love, if they'd help and cheer each other from the hour that they embark--but they're only blind and erring little pilgrims in the dark!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one of the unique and refreshing little "poems".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the next to the first dance of the year, the Cadet Hop, is to be pulled off. It is a swell affair;--but I, a backwoodsman, must not hope to mix in such stuff for a while. Ha, ha! Do you see any satisfaction in being just an average person? I read an article the other day emphasizing the "observances of decorum;" and the "ability to have a good time without spending money", by the use of imagination, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Katheryn I observed her card very intensely and have resolved to stand faithfully by her with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the love I can offer her. In case of necessity she can just wire me and I will be on duty. Please Esther, don't allow me to embarrass you with too much "work" however. I only ask this as a favor, due to the present trend of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a good time this week-end I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256445654244796?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256445654244796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256445654244796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256445654244796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256445654244796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-14-1919-from-richard.html' title='November 14, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256352233902156</id><published>2005-04-03T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:32:38.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 13, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;November 13, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not write today if it were not the thirteenth. Also I have some time to spare, as I only have a couple of examinations tomorrow and two or three other classes. Usually I have a test every day and sometimes several. You see here at Purdue they give us so many subjects and so much work that no one ever mentions a test or examination. It's such a common thing that we like to talk about something more interesting when we find time to talk or write. For myself I get tired of hearing just common ordinary things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is remarkable that my letter did not get to you any sooner, as it was taken up by the postman at 5:30 P.M. Sunday Evening. I intended for them to give me better service than that. However if you did not worry nor "give a care" anyway, then why should I? No, you did not make any admission to me before this last letter's statement. But I found out didn't I? You would never tell me anything unless I asked in some manner. Now I am to infer that you do not worry about me. In other words, a test in Chemistry with a good, high grade is more important to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; than any fellow could ever hope to be.--However, I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; gain just the opposite from this, the optimistic view of your expressions. Do you think it wisest to take an optimistic or pessimistic view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful celebration of Armistice day here at Sunset on Tuesday, also. All the cadet corps marched out upon the Purdue oval and stood retreat, after a series of speeches had been made. As the flag was hauled down a salute was fired by the field guns, and the "army" then marched off, passing in review before the commanding officer. Just one year ago, that day, I did detail work as a K.P., for Uncle Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening I got to see the great &lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~gdegroat/nazimova.htm"&gt;Nazimova&lt;/a&gt; again, in "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0009962/"&gt;The Brat&lt;/a&gt;". She is a remarkably powerful and emotional player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening I take part in a playful adventure. I have, some weeks ago, been elected as a leader of a group of men in the M.E. Sunday School here. Our battalion, composed of several such groups meets for a social at the student pastor's home on State Street, near here. They counterbalance we fellows with a battalion of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256352233902156?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256352233902156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256352233902156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256352233902156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256352233902156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-13-1919-from-richard.html' title='November 13, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256134132131715</id><published>2005-04-03T15:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:03:03.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 12, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Nov. 12--'19&lt;br /&gt;Wed. A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am stealing more time to write to you.  Well, yesterday was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; day for a change and every one appreciated it I believe too. Today is nice so far, tho' the wind is beginning to raise. I speak about the weather, not to fill up space, but because it means a good deal to us now. With over $1000 wort of beets to be hauled to market, also many of them yet to be lifted and topped, the weather counts for a good deal. Right now, papa is "yanking" them out &amp; I know it is hard work for him. Warren told me a while ago not to say "yank", he don't like the sound of that word &amp;amp; I think he is about right. He said "lifted" sounded better. But when I watched papa struggling with those great big beets, and so far it has been muddy work &amp; I think "yank" is about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose by now, you have received that scarf.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; you like it. But in case you do not like the lining it would not be hard to change. I did it mostly by hand, for I knew if one ever stitched through that nap they never could rip it out. I stitched the outer lining then sewed it on by hand. I put an inter lining of black satteen. I don't know if you objected to that or not, but let me tell you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is warm&lt;/span&gt;.  And I didn't know how to fix any fastioners, as the piece came &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt; &amp; there was no scraps left. Now, if you are not pleased with the lining, I want to know. The pockets lose things out easily. But you can ack them at the corners I believe so it will help, but don't ever carry your pocket book in them, it will make the lining sag &amp;amp; not be safe either. It cost all told $7.25 + 1.69 + .30 + 10 = $9.34. But I think you will make lots of use of it now &amp; in the spring. I think it will be fine to keep the hands warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think it alright for you not to come home Thanksgiving. Papa said to tell you to come, we can afford it. But I told him it was not a case of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; but it would not be worth your while is my candid opinion, and would lose a good deal of sleep. You would go back with $10. gone, sleepy and not much time spent at home after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not very well send you that molasses taffy that Ruth &amp; I worked so hard to make. It (after it stood a while) turned so soft &amp;amp; has almost gone back to molasses. So I just grabbed up a few pieces that was in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark's basket ball team have a "date" with Bluffton of which he is very proud. Bluffton has played three games this year &amp; have not been beaten and our boys have played 5 games &amp;amp; have not been beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A catalogue for "Just Christmas" presents came from Providence, R.I. yesterday. It has several cute things in it that I believe you might approve of. I'll look through it again tonight and will mark L. for Luella &amp; R for Richard &amp;amp; you can then do as you please. I will merely mark them by way of suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark said he had forgotten all about the coat hanger rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so awful Mon. when I washed that I hung your clothes up in the house to dry. In the morning they were thoroughly dry but I wanted your gown to smell sweeter so I rinsed it again &amp; put it out doors with the rest of my clothes Tues. A.M. when it, with Brazierre &amp;amp; cover-cover, dried nicely, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; will smell fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Whitsel had company all day yesterday.  Warren said it was Jim Miller's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At table we sit like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97312041@N00/8342525/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/8342525_8658b9e06e.jpg" alt="1919-11-12SM" height="212" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not had any bad storms since you left, anyhow Ruth seems to sleep O.K. alone. We have the Sharples' separator. Ruth &amp; Clark, with Josephine &amp;amp; Elizabeth went with Leymans' (Martine, Leona &amp;amp; Justine) to Berne last night to hear a great lecturer. I'm sorry but I can't recall his name. He has lectured for 60 ys. so quite old. Ruth will tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa will send you some more money soon. Am glad of your good grade in Chemistry. Will send what I can of Thanksgiving dinner. Let us hear if you rec'd scarf safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256134132131715?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256134132131715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256134132131715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256134132131715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256134132131715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-12-1919-from-mamma.html' title='November 12, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111247994483260511</id><published>2005-04-03T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:00:46.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 9, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home.  Nov. 9--'19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing just now that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;writing &lt;/span&gt;instead fo trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;.  For my mouth is so full of taffy that I don't think I could talk very successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will send you some of it when I send your clothes to you. I hardly know how to pack it for I know it will be as sticky as the "fury". But I thought it would supply you with some sweetness. How did your pickles carry? Hope they did not spoil the doughnuts. I was going to send the pickles separately, but Clark thought they would carry O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our &lt;a href="http://newdeal.feri.org/misc/taylor.htm"&gt;beet men&lt;/a&gt; worked all day today (Sun.) and I believe it is just as well that they did for the weather looks threatening again tonight. The weather has been very hard on the beet tenders, as well as the beet raisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cape (throw) came Sat. I went to town in P.M. to get the lining. Will work on it tomorrow P.M. if all goes well. Hope it suits. It was not just the color I wanted but they did not have much of a choice. I think the throw material is lovely. Don't you? Of course this letter will reach you before it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Luella getting along O.K. now. Now we are talking again of driving down there. Our generator came Sat. It would do no harm any how for you to write and tell me what you want me to bring along &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; we should drive down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Robert? How does Mrs. Carter manage to wait on him and do the work? I should think he'd get awful tired in bed. I did not go any where at all today and it has been so warm too. Every body went to S.S. but Mrs. Whitsel and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The H.T.H.S. beat Bryant team last Friday night 40 to nothing 2nd team. 13 to 49 first team all in favor of H.T. Next Wed. night the Sophs play the Seniors &amp; money goes to Class Treas. This is from Clark. Now once more about our coming down, if weather turn out bad or cold we will not be there or if we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too busy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you got good grades. Say are you planning on coming home Thanks-giving? The other evening Warren was having Ruth spell words. just any he could think of while she was wiping dishes. He said spell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flour&lt;/span&gt; she said what kind?  meaning of course the kind that bloom or wheat flour &amp; he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polar Bear&lt;/span&gt;.  I thought she would herself laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye from--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The following was written on a small scrap of paper enclosed in the envelope.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; difference to my work &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; you send your clothes home.  Mrs. Baker said the same of Justine's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111247994483260511?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111247994483260511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111247994483260511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111247994483260511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111247994483260511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-9-1919-from-mamma.html' title='November 9, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111256031757125296</id><published>2005-04-03T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:00:00.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 8, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;W. Lafayette, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;November 8, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might possibly have written to you Friday evening; but I concluded that you would still be bothered with tests and such things and consequently not care for my letter at that time. I'm not usually a pessimist, but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; looks too blue for me, and in addition I am unable to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solve it&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway I'm glad that I do not cause you any additional worries. At least I hope I do not, and you ought not permit if I do. Please tell me how to not bother you with any troublesome perplexities. if you realize that I do you more harm than good, then it will be very interesting to relieve the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly have enjoyed "that box of paper", and since you have some real I.U. stationery you have complimented me by writing to me first. I believe you told me once that the paper was not so important to consider as was the contents of the writing. I agree with you there; for much more can be done by words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you had company going back to your house last Sunday. Katheryn mentioned something (in a small P.S.) about House and Glentyre going back House surely does amuse me; but the other fellow is rather selfcontrolled and well poised, in attitude and general bearing. It is something I like to see, and wish to learn for myself. You must not think wrong about my sisters. I saw them trying to spy me; but you were the only one who succeeded. I love them, and apparently they are interested in me to what they think a very important degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you and Katheryn broke two flasks in Chemistry. Ha, ha! I wish you better luck, from now on. Really you ought to have a champion like Mr. House (Chemist of note) to assist you in laboratory. But once you get well started everything will go better, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purdue lost to Ohio State today, 20-0. Our lucky star must have been a comet, Ha. I went over to the city this evening to see a "movie" called "&lt;a href="http://www.afi.com/members/catalog/AbbrView.aspx?s=1&amp;Movie=15384"&gt;Beauty-Proof&lt;/a&gt;".  Of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; wasn't.  Ha.  And at this time I'm feeling the sand man treading heavily upon me, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;.  Wishing you the best success in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111256031757125296?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111256031757125296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111256031757125296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256031757125296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111256031757125296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-8-1919-from-richard.html' title='November 8, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111248200167032579</id><published>2005-04-02T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T17:48:35.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 7, 1919, From Ruth and Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 7, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the birthday present yesterday. I was so tickled to get it. I just thank you over &amp; over again. (I am writing this during school time). (What is the name of that twig you sent us?) And I will try to follow your advice. Warren visited school yesterday. I do not know if he liked it or not. Any how he just about cryed to go again today. I am invited to go to a Freshman &amp;amp; Sophomore party at Glendening's next Thursday evening (English class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night.  Well I must finish this letter.  There were &lt;a href="http://www.people.memphis.edu/%7Ekenichls/2602MexRepatration.html"&gt;two men from Mexico to work in the beets&lt;/a&gt;. They appear to be decent &amp; respectable men. They work about all night and about half of the day. Papa thinks they are part Indian, Spainish, &amp;amp; Negro. They asked Clark (one of htem) to write &amp; read a letter for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just starting to learn how to play tennis. Clark &amp;amp; Edna Glendening can play good I think. Last night our first &amp; second team played Bryant's first &amp;amp; second team. The second &amp; first were 4.0 to 0 &amp;amp; 49 to 13 in our favor. Wasn't that going some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I want to read a continued story in the S.S. paper called "The Light on Lone Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-night&lt;br /&gt;Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wilma weighed 33lb., Warren 44, Lloyd 52 3/4, Mamma 110, me 126, Clark 141 ½ Papa 142 ½, &amp; Mrs. Whitsel 189 ½ lb. (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mon A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write some more while papa runs washing machine. It has started out bad again. I can not find any perfume that belongs to you. There is some up stairs; but R. says it is hers and she don't know any thing about yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark got Lloyd some shoes Sat. and they cost $4.25 Isn't that awful? eggs are 60.¢ per doz. but we have none to sell. young chix 17¢. and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; some to sell, but think price &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you time to think of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xmas"&gt;Xmas&lt;/a&gt; presents?  Well this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love--from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111248200167032579?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111248200167032579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111248200167032579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111248200167032579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111248200167032579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-7-1919-from-ruth-_111248200167032579.html' title='November 7, 1919, From Ruth and Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111247792007532619</id><published>2005-04-02T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T16:38:40.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 7, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home.  Nov. 7--'19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished reading Clark's letter to you, guess I spoil him by telling him I will write too. It is just 10-10 A.M. Have just finished washing dishes, and separator and filling reservoir and made two pies. But that is only a prelude to what should be done. I can't find a decent pen or ink or pencil. But may be you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth was highly pleased &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; surprised with both letter and beads. I had just made the remark the day of her birthday that I had an idea you would forget all about it. I sent, by Clark, for a white comb &amp; brush like yours. But he said the brushes were $3.50 so didn't get any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I think of it I want to tell you to get one of those bags (canvas I believe you said) to send your clothes home in. I believe you had better do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark got a letter from Wm. Reffe. He said he gets to attend school a part of the time. Takes Eng. &amp;amp; Arith. His writing is much better than Clark's also his spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there danger of either your school buildings or Mrs. Carter's getting &lt;a href="http://www.lib.iup.edu/spec_coll/articles/coalstrike1919.html"&gt;short on coal&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are improving a great deal on your letter writing.  They do not sound so much like "news items" as they used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll get a dress (green) for Ruth, if I can ever get it made.  She needs one badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren went to school yesterday, stayed all day.  This morning he cried to go back with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two beet tenders have come.  They are Mexicans.  But the weather is not fit for them to work in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad you keep so well.  How is Luella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you coming home Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;? I would arrange my work a little different if I knew. Do just as you think best. Of course we would be glad to see you; but I didn't know if you would have much time to spend at home. Am writing this in too much of a rush. Have not gone to Ft. Wayne yet. Your letters sound as tho' you were enjoying every min. tho' you are so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go to work.  Made Lloyd a waist this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111247792007532619?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111247792007532619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111247792007532619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111247792007532619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111247792007532619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-7-1919-from-mamma.html' title='November 7, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111247743772764366</id><published>2005-04-02T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T16:30:37.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 6, 1919, From Clark</title><content type='html'>Geneva Ind&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 6 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday evening 8 30 in the evening and I am pretty even tho it is only 8 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School--you said you wanted to hear about school.  Well everybody played tennis today no regular game but about 8 or 9 people played with one net it was sure some mix up.  I have a racket &amp; ball now, just got the ball tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been practicing our senior play all week it is one that you had a copy of last year.  It is "As a Woman Thinketh".  We intend to give it about Thanksgiving if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having quite a time at school everybody despises Willis even Tressie does.  He is all right in some respets but where it should count he is all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met either his son or daughter they both go to I.U. and know Justine Baker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are well started in our Caesar but it is awful hard.  I have 15 lines to translate for tomorrow.  Commercial Arith is all easy just a review of the elementary arith.  Physics is easy.  Chemistry is all bog house English is all talking about the play or else Willis.  Music is a circus with Willis leading drawing is lifeless, physical training is a fake.  Mrs. Willis gets the Edison down in the [...] room and we skip to (ma'loo) or else march or drill for half of the period then we have a little exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could visit you and I wish you could visit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everybody there Is Luella better, tell her that package came from me if she does not know it already I did not put my name on it but supposed that my writing would e reckognized.  Well G. N.&lt;br /&gt;E. Clark M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. N. means good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma will write a 'little' in the morn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111247743772764366?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111247743772764366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111247743772764366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111247743772764366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111247743772764366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/04/november-6-1919-from-clark.html' title='November 6, 1919, From Clark'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111178913316730852</id><published>2005-03-25T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T17:36:26.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4, 1919, from Leona Lehman</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 4, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all well, and I was glad to hear from you, yes we are very busy, Justine and I both helped husk corn, one fore noon we husked 50 shocks of corn, 4 o us; in the afternoon we hauled it in, we had to make another corn crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such rainy weather is just a fright, it has rained all week now, the Jimtown river over floated, the school children could not go home from the north, I was at the box social Wednesday night, I had a fine time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Luella getting along, have her to send a note the time also, I hope you both get along alright, last year we were just over the "flu" by this time, but I just hope it will not get so mean this year, well I must close for this time, will thank you for your kindness for writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lehman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111178913316730852?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111178913316730852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111178913316730852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111178913316730852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111178913316730852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/november-4-1919-from-leona-lehman.html' title='November 4, 1919, from Leona Lehman'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111179010415190153</id><published>2005-03-25T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T17:35:04.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 3, 1919, from Bertha Felber</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 3, 1919,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't any thing to do this evening so I will try and answer your letter I received the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so good to have some sunshine again.  It rained so long and has been so gloomy I didn't care much whether I did any work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if we want to go swimming we wouldn't have to go very far for some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Emil this morning.  He said he was at Sunday School yesterday and there were ten in the class.  He told me he doesn't mind to go to Sunday School now because the class has a teacher now.  Mr. Zehn is the teacher.  I haven't heard where the next class meeting is at.  I was at the box social last Wednesday evening.  My box was pink and white.  I had a fine time when I got there but had an awful time getting there.  Our machine tried to act up I think just because I was in a hurry to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got through talking with Mynne E.  She had to teach for Mr. Striker one day last week he was almost sick with a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had to assist Kathyrn in catching mice lately?  I imagine I can see Luella sitting on the bed with her feet tucked under her or sitting on them rather and her hands up at her face screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kept pretty busy here now.  The baby gained a pound in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond he is better he is able to be out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have to excuse my stationary.  But you said be fore you left you didn't care what kind of paper I wrote on just so I would write to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will close sending you my best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Classmate&lt;br /&gt;Bertha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I suppose you have heard that Ruth Poutius is to be married the fifth day of Nov. that is Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111179010415190153?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111179010415190153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111179010415190153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111179010415190153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111179010415190153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/november-3-1919-from-bertha-felber.html' title='November 3, 1919, from Bertha Felber'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111177658128603830</id><published>2005-03-25T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:49:41.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2, 1919, from Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home, No. 2--1919.&lt;br /&gt;Sun. eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you are doing this beautiful Sun. evening.  We are all in a natural mood.  Papa is reading Clark writing to Luella (I suppose) Lloyd and Warren at every thing in general.  Ruth went with Lehman's to the Berne church.  (nothing special going on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every body went to church &amp; S.S. this A.M.  Minnie Leichty, Maizie &amp; Leona Lehman were the girls who were there.  The preacher's son, Alva, Harry, Clark, Martine L, Emil, Freddie, &amp; Mr. Zehr the teacher, got the collection banner &amp;amp; have had it a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This P.M. Papa, Ruth &amp; I went over to Justine's folks.  Dorothy seemed terribly pleased over her Halloween gift, too.  I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; glad you sent a pumpkin to Wilma.  I think it pleased Mr. and Mrs.-- well, I can;'t say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; much.  So Mr. W says now we will send Esther something, so he sent you that box of cherry flips.  Now be sure &amp; thank them generously.  He helped us do up the package and was as tickled as any kid I ever saw.  Did I tell you I gave Mrs. material for a gray silk waist for her birthday.  Well Justine is going to get her a skirt to match.  So you see they are being pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about that throw.  Mrs. Baker showed me some squirrel fur fabric. So I know what it looks like.  But the material is 48 in wide. [Shall I get 24 inches &amp; cut it in three strips?  Then there would be two seams.  How would the...] [The bracked section was crossed out.]  Papa just found a place in the catalog where those throws are already cut.  So my questions are not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark said Tressie went from Indianapolis (at teachers meeting) to Bloomington so I suppose you have met her by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when we will ever be down there for we have had an awful rainy week.  Our beets have not been touched yet and it is time to be hauling them to market.  No help has come yet.  The water is up awful high every where.  Striker's beets &amp; all along the lob are away under water.  I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; sleepy believe I'll close for tonight.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111177658128603830?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111177658128603830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111177658128603830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111177658128603830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111177658128603830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/november-2-1919-from-mamma.html' title='November 2, 1919, from Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111066413573621077</id><published>2005-03-25T13:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:13:30.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2, 1919, From Irene</title><content type='html'>Huntington, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 2, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this finds you well.  I have been a long time answering your letter but it seems as though I could not find time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you getting along in school and what subjects are you taking?  I am taking Harmony, Geometry, English, and French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renter has moved in our little house.  His name is Biggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl I told you about did not go to Bloomington.  The trustee was after her to teach for they were so short of teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa went to Kendelville this afternoon with some other men to look for a minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fine time on our trip while we were at my sister's we took a day off and went to La Fayette. While here we went through Purdue. We went from my sisters to Illinois. We were gone two weeks. Just before we started we got company from Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are repairing the church. It is going to be nice and large when we get it finished. They say it will be the largest church in Markle when we get it finished. We are holding church in a old soloon now. The bar is pushed back against the wall. The mirror is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cicee Biggs the boy that lives next to us is two year younger than Howard and they have been having a time. He came over the other night and had on a mask and turkey feathers stuck in his hair to make him look like an Indian. He was paded to make him look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys pulled the porch of the school house out in the middle of the road the other night, the same old trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to stop now for I have two lessons to get and get ready for endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma is making fun of my stationary she says it looks like baby's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Irene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My route is R4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111066413573621077?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111066413573621077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111066413573621077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111066413573621077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111066413573621077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/november-2-1919-from-irene.html' title='November 2, 1919, From Irene'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111066503652674564</id><published>2005-03-25T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:12:31.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>"Back Home'&lt;br /&gt;9:45 Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esther&lt;/span&gt; heavily underscored. Of course I read your letter already, even though I feel yet like sleeping or something. I certainly would have died if I had made the trip back here tomorrow morning, for it was bad enough at the best. I had company all the way back, however, and consequently got to prove my gallantry towards a fair lady. She was a girl whom I knew at Indiana last year. She is teaching at Huntington now; and had been on a week end visit. We had a touch of luck, when we reached LaFayette, in the way of making railway connections. There was just barely time for us to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catch&lt;/span&gt; a Ft. Wayne car at the street crossing as we came down from the Monon depot. Anyway my assistance was very valuable to her, a perfect stranger in our great (?) city. I left Tressie at Gosport in fine shape also, so now I have to consider you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I feel disappointed over my trip.  Although I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; have a great time. But I would have enjoyed a few more hours with you just the same. I hope you don't feel as if you were slighted too much, however the conditions may have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; were the only one to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; me off, weren't you? Ha, I saw you throw a kiss at me, ever so gently. I never thought you were so cleverly romantic. And I do not believe any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; else knows it, do they?  So now I have a swell little secret to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you cannot get this letter until Tuesday, I am going to visit dreamland and finish my letter when I come &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;. (Monday 9 A.M.) I feel just as if I had been at Purdue all the time. The same conditions are present in an overwhelming force. I have achieved a Math lesson this morning, and have my first class at ten o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have no sore throat yet, from being out so late in the night. Ha, ha! There is always someone or something to take the joy out of living; n'est-ce pas? Write soon; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; you can spare the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111066503652674564?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111066503652674564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111066503652674564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111066503652674564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111066503652674564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/november-2-1919-from-richard.html' title='November 2, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111177426808549552</id><published>2005-03-25T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:11:53.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31, 1919, From Ruth and Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 31, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must think that I have forgotten you. I have been so busy trying to get my lessons and going to thins I have not had time to write until now. I am keeping up in every class. I wish you would come here on a visit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you have heard about the Freshman reception. And about me getting up and singing for the morning exercise? Well I am the one to take charge of the room during our study period. We had a box social at the school house last Wed. night and a cake walk, 10¢ admission. The Domestic Science girls made quite a bit of candy and sold candy &amp; popcorn that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also sold ice cream. We (Domestic S. girls) ordered 8 gallons of ice cream and the water was so high they could not et to B[e]rne. Clark and Daniel H. went to get it but could not get across so they tried at Bluf[f]ton. We got out 40 min. earlier that evening but we had to wait on Clark to get back so that made us later than our usual time when we get out. After Clark got home he went to town and got 2 ½ gallons of ice cream. The girls made $8 and over. They made clear $3.04. There are 15 in o[u]r class lacking 1 of being as many as in the Senior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Warren is trying to scare mamma because he had both papa and mamma up awhile for two nights. Clark is away to a Masquerade Party to night it is the Junior and Senior doings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 10 after 9 now I better go to bed with Lloyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-night,&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. night--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth said she was going to copy this with pen &amp;amp; ink but I shall send it as is for I know she'll never get it copied. Had she been home tonight she might have done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we have never paid extra postage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111177426808549552?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111177426808549552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111177426808549552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111177426808549552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111177426808549552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-31-1919-from-ruth-and-mamma.html' title='October 31, 1919, From Ruth and Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111177416319050000</id><published>2005-03-25T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:09:23.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31, 1919, From Lloyd and Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 31, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing with my right hand.  I don't suppose you can read it but I think you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren is about sick Clark is gone and we are the only ones left.  That is Clark is gone to a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received your pumpkin "candy box" yesterday.  I ate a little of it and it tasted so good that I had to eat a little more.  It is the best candy I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; tasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd has gone to bed so I'll send what he has written.  That P.B.Y.O.S. is from the "&lt;a href="http://www.lambiek.net/allman_walter.htm"&gt;Doings of the Duffs&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bring your own sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lloyd saw the box of candy he said "O say, isn't that fine!  Say!  She must have been thinking of me for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time.  I'll just have to write her a great big thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if I make over that navy blue French serge of yours for Ruth?  I have found a way to make it I believe that will not be expensive &amp; look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure &amp;amp; answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I look for you home Thanksgiving?  When you need money let us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have sent this A.M. for that cape (throw) goods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111177416319050000?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111177416319050000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111177416319050000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111177416319050000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111177416319050000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-31-1919-from-lloyd-and-mamma.html' title='October 31, 1919, From Lloyd and Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111066082484741485</id><published>2005-03-12T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:53:44.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 30, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home. Oct. 30.--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't time to write but a few words.  But am afraid you will look for a letter &amp; not get one if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't write it.  Warren has been having a very bad cold.--so croupy.  That I didn't have much of a rest night before last nor last night.  Papa &amp; I just simply sat up till 12. o'clock, for we wanted to see how he was going to be before we undressed.  He seemed quiet after 10-30, so we went to bed at 12 and he didn't cough from then on.  Seems to be feeling fine this A.M. tho' cough isn't very loose yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids--Clark, Ruth and Lloyd went to their &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=box%20social"&gt;box social&lt;/a&gt; last night.  They got home about 12-30 or 1.  Lloyd had the time of his life.  He [...] .65¢ with Leora Pusy.  Clark bought Clara G. $1.25 and some stranger got Ruth $1.50.  Some of the girls told her he was tough so she went off where he couldn't find her.  Her box was all was all white with ribbon 1 ½ in. wide, bright red, tied around it &amp; a bow on top.  It looked nice.  They sold 40 boxes, some went as high as $2.50.  They had ordered ice-cream at Berne but water was so high they could not get there to get it then they went to Bluffton, but could get none, then Clark went to Geneva last night and got 2 ½ gals.  They sold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the candy the Domestic science girls made, drew everything out of fishpond and wanted more.  So you see they did well for such a miserable night as it was.  Clark was clerk &amp; he said they took in all of $75.  They are trying to pay for "phono graph".  Huffinan bought Tressie's.  Hers was a white ship.  I do not know how soon I'll get to sew any for you.  Lloyd is out of waists &amp; I need clothes badly so does every one in family.  We did not go to Ft. Wayne.  I will try &amp; get the rest of your "stuff" to you sometime.  Don't you think molasses taffy would be more convenient to send to you and answer the purpose just as well as molasses? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better get rid of that Zehring.  I must iron, churn &amp; put house in order today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye from mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get your clothes O.K.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generator for car has not come yet so we could not go down there even if all else were in favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. W. got your letter.  So did Josephine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111066082484741485?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111066082484741485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111066082484741485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111066082484741485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111066082484741485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-30-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 30, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110953782622024656</id><published>2005-03-12T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:55:25.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 28, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home. (Tues.) Oct 28--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, then I'll have to jot things down each day as they happen or I'll forget most of them. Besides it is easier to answer your letter when one is fresh in mind. Yours of 19th is lying on secretary before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have my cold. Don't feel like tearing around at the work. And there is a plenty to do. Did a nice big churning this A.M. about 7lbs. I should guess. Will not churn again until we need more butter. You see we are going to sell our cream now. Papa is taking our first can to town this P.M. Papa is feeling pretty good these days. Almost every day there seems to be something to sell. You see it takes about three years to get started to farming. Now he says things are getting to "going his way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be almost thankful that you are not at home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; days, for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flies&lt;/span&gt; are thicker in house than I ever knew them to be, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all my&lt;/span&gt; housekeeping experience.  They are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; and I can't get them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the clover-hullers for supper last eve. There were only Mr. Felber and Emil. But it was the only time I did not prepare when there was the least sign of men staying to eat and almost the only time they stayed. I thought to myself "they never do stay, so I'll just cook an extra amount of potatoes. pretty soon papa came in &amp; wanted to know how near supper was ready and I said the potatoes are not done but if they will just wait a few min. I'll get them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; to eat.  So Clark pitched in opening cans and Ruth helped me peal the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; potatoes for I had boiled them with skins on.--yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt; really pealed a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; potato or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth's Domestic Science class have made white caps and aprons for themselves. She did not get hers finished at school so brought it home last eve. They are to wear them today. They will serve tomato soup and noodles to the High School students for 5¢ per dish. Proceeds go to paying for the soup dishes in which the soup is served. I wish I could see them, I think they will look real nice, nine of them dressed alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked about kittens. Well, they are getting to look quite like cats. Mr. Farrar took one home with him one week ago Mon. eve. It was the day (or P.M. rather) before the class party, he and his wife made a call. I had been washing therefore put on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raggedest&lt;/span&gt; apron, when I met them at the door. I was just sure it was Aunt Maud and Uncle Oscar, and was truly glad it was not on account of preparing for party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen to my hat yet.  We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; go to Ft. Wayne Sat. to get Ruth some new glasses.  She does not see good with these any more.  I also read in &lt;a href="http://www.wam.umd.edu/%7Eredman/ed/edcompanion.htm"&gt;Youth's Companion&lt;/a&gt; that near sighted people sometimes lost their sight entirely.  So I am trying to get a move on some one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark &amp; Lloyd gathered a lot of walnuts last eve. I've been harping about them too. Our can of cream brought $4.98. I must quit and bake pumpkin pies, then iron. As soon as I can have sour cream will make you some cookies. Do you want them for Sun. eve. lunch? What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; you have to eat? What grades did you get in Home Economics and Chemistry? Why have you never sent home any under skirts? Who is Mr. Zhering? No, you have never mentioned him or the "bike". When you have "dates" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; do you go?  Have you even written to Josephine or Dorothy Sprunger? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; I go to Ft. Wayne &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I should see a piece of plaid silk or striped that I think you would like, shall I get enough for you a waist? (over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have most of my questions in a group, maybe it will be easier to find them and ans. Will have hay-bailers tomorrow (Thur.) Then we want to harvest the beets. Help is scarce. We have none in sight yet. Mr. Thomas said if we could get local help to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sending you an envelope that I picked up the next morning after the party. I waw Rollin S. sitting very quietly in the corner marking on an envelope, so I am quite sure it is some of his work. Pretty good, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall have to finish this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.  Intended to last night but Ruth had to write a Theme, any how that is what she called it on "&lt;a href="http://www.farid-hajji.net/books/en/Longfellow_Henry_Wadsworth/cpw-352.html"&gt;The Birds of Killingworth&lt;/a&gt;" in "&lt;a href="http://www.farid-hajji.net/books/en/Longfellow_Henry_Wadsworth/way-index.html"&gt;Tales of a Wayside Inn&lt;/a&gt;". So I helped her all eve. Yesterday noon I had eight men for dinner, the hay bailers. Mrs. Whitsel helped from about 9-30 till three in P.M. Was glad she did for I still have my cold, especially cough. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt; hay bailer is Blowers. The one who kept company with Maizie Reffe. Well, I think he makes quite a good appearance and surely is a hustler to work. Forgot to tell you I had those men for supper Wed. eve. and over night, &amp; for breakfast. You know about how that goes here. Clark, R. &amp;amp; L. went down to Whitsel's. I think that birthday card you sent her was thoroughly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must not&lt;/span&gt; forget to tell you, even tho' I have to start on another sheet of paper to do it, that Ruth sang "Irene My Darling" at piano yesterday A.M. (at school) as a part of the opening exercises. It was the Freshmen's turn, so Clara asked Ruth what she would do. R. said she could sing. She didn't mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;, but Clara held her right to it &amp; Clark told her she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to so she managed to do it, and wasn't so badly scared as she thought she would be. Maybe she will come out of the "kinks" yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent you, but would guess, 35¢. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; do you ask? (Another question). No, you need not thank any one for that candy. Papa got some for Warren and me &amp; that was what was left, so I just stuck it in. I was provoked. I told Clark to get a nice variety for me to send to you when I sent your clothes to you. But he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just would not&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I had reminded him of it so many times. So I told Papa to get some &amp;amp; have it in the house, so when I sent you anything else, it would be right here &amp; cold send it too. So he got a little box (tin, I think.) I wanted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bulk&lt;/span&gt;.  So sometime you will get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;.  I must quit &amp; go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To day is arbor day &amp;amp; they are going to set out a lot of trees as school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last eve, Forest Shoemaker ‘phoned up &amp;amp; asked Clark if he would be satisfied with Mr. Zehr (or Zer) as teacher of S.S. class. C. said yes. So I suppose he will be from now on. He lives near Joe Roth's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110953782622024656?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110953782622024656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110953782622024656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953782622024656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953782622024656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-28-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 28, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111065865086466393</id><published>2005-03-12T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:17:30.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 28, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>Purdue, "148"&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 28, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; I received a letter from you today, although I'm not positively sure.  I must have lost part of it for I could not find your dear little signature anywhere when I thought I had come to the end.  Since I have been courageous enough to mention my fault please pardon me, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining like in the days of "Noah and the Arc" here also; but today is cold.  I too went to S.S. last Sunday despite the rain and all its discomforts. It is not profitable to one's soul to put it to such torture, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I had a fine time Friday evening, being with a very popular young lady of wide acquaintance.  And in that respect anyway, my Friday evening was different from yours.  Say, you ought not to treat the I.U. young men so cool like.  If you have the time why not take advantage of such fine opportunities and be gentle and satisfactorily "courteous' to the poor rubes.  Ha; never allow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; to spoil you.  Instead, be a help and as much as possible, a Solomonistic Cleopatric Sphinx.  See?  Luella must have been mistaken when she said all the nice boys were gone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt; have they gone?  You will find the same sort of variety wherever you go.--I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; all you said though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther, I asked you once whether I could trust you, and you replied (in letters) some way by telling how much you thought of your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;.  You will probably recall it.  I supposed at the time that you meant it to answer my question, and the same now; but just how did it.  Would you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; to see how far I would fall?  No I don't believe that now, but it's uncertain and probably will be for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday P.M., "Roomy" and I went out to &lt;a href="http://www.city.lafayette.in.us/park/zoo/"&gt;Columbia Park&lt;/a&gt; (in the drizzle) to see the sights.  It is larger and contains much more than &lt;a href="http://www.faithfabric.com/images/post/in/in0046.jpg"&gt;McCullohs Park&lt;/a&gt; of Muncie.  Camels, ostrichs and all such stuff.  It is a very interesting place.  There is no place at or near Bloomington that will favorably compare with &lt;a href="http://parks.city.west-lafayette.in.us/hollow.asp"&gt;Happy Hollow&lt;/a&gt; for beauty and natural wealth of scenery.  The deep valley of Universtiy Dam is somewhat similar.--A surprise; I got a class letter from Bertha yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I don't no [sic] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; about X-ray's.  So there.  Ha, ha!&lt;br /&gt;R.N.G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111065865086466393?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111065865086466393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111065865086466393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111065865086466393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111065865086466393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-28-1919-from-richard.html' title='October 28, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111066342878555385</id><published>2005-03-11T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T16:37:08.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 27, 1919, From Josephine</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 27--1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised did you say I was so surprised when I came home from school and saw I had a letter from Bloomington that I forgot all about my troubles and say I guess Seniors have a plenty.  We sure have some school this year.  I suppose you've heard all about it.  There's something going on every night.  What will it be until Spring when there really is supposed to be something going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. night is a box-social.  Mynnie and I are taking one to-gether &amp; I had the pleasure of making the box.  I've worked on it every since I came home and haven't got it finished yet.  So you may know there's some work on it.  I took an underwear box and covered it with white crepe paper, then I took strips of crepe paper and pulled the edges, making it "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crinkley&lt;/span&gt;".  I tacked these at each corner.  Then took red, white &amp; blue ribbon and placed on top of paper with big rosette in middle.  Some fussy.    This is something the way it looks [drawing of box]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma said she could put an onion in it.  Now imagine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enoch Schroll&lt;/span&gt; &amp; I eating an onion Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me whether I knew Justine Baker.  I don't know her but I sure know her sister Geraldine.  She sits in front of me at school.  Also her brother William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Clark told you about our Orchestra Glee Clubs, Mandolin Clubs &amp; Ukelele Clubs?  Well I was made Sec. of Orchestra and that's as far as it's gone.  They had me down to play a violin and now you know my experience with a violin.  I'm also one of the H.S. faculty.  I keep the assembly from the 1 st. recess until noon every day.  Now I've almost taught six weeks and haven't rec'd any pay yet.  Believe I'll go on a strike.  Wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We observed Arbor Day, planted trees, mowed the school yard, cut weeds with a hoe and various other things too numerous to mention.  They dismissed school at noon Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also taking Chemistry this yr.  I don't know whether its like yours or not.  Tomorrow is the junior-Senior's day to take Physical Training.  She told us last week that if we would carry the Victrola down in manual training room (that's where we're taking it) we could play "Scip to Maloo".  Think of me.  Do you remember the Junior reception?  I do.  We had a similar time at the Freshman reception this yr.  Yes we sure have some Basket-Ball team.  My the scores have been like walk-a-ways.  Hope they continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to plan a new dress and I'd just as leave take a whipping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy &amp; Arch have quite [sic].  After going to gather 6 years.  It was about the same as a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class all had a fine time at the party at your house the other night.  Everybody seemed out for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew Harry Cooper didn't you?  Emil's brother.  He's a papa now.  Emil goes with Ruth Shoemaker.  You know Lloyd Heller used to go with her.  I have only saw Gladys S. twice since she came home from school.  Her sister Mildred Steiner was married last Tues. eve. at 5 o'clock.  Russel left school to attend the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Junior-Seniors are having a masquerade Friday night at the school house.  I have my false face and that is all.  I have my dress spoken for.  Mynnie is going to dress like a clown.  You can plainly see who I run with by this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I never could get along with out you the first couple of weeks, but I'm getting used to it now.  You know Mynnie used to run with Mildred well Mildred runs with a freshman Nema Runyon and that left Mynnie alone.  We Senior girls so far have run to-gather but you can't tell how long it'll last.  We have a new pupil, Lawrence Fielder perhaps you've heard of him.  He goes with Elizabeth Anderson.  Clyde goes with Rose now.  I talked to Lloyd the other night in town.  You know he teaches the Bolds school.  Said he had 25 pupils.  I told him I was coming to visit him and he said when I did he was going to dismiss school and have a talk by me, so I decided the best thing I could do was stay a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I would be just like you Esther about gym.  I never have very many clothes to get on but I have to have plenty of time to get on what few I have got.  Well I must go eat my breakfast.  Now it won't take very long.  How do you like &lt;a href="http://weather.wsmr.army.mil/daylight.htm"&gt;the new time&lt;/a&gt;?  I like it fine.  It gives me more time to think about getting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ought to be a good letter I've been on it for two days.  This is Tues. eve.  Well we got to play Scip to-day in Physical Training.  I thought of you.  Then we went from there to Chemistry class.  I was all in.  Well I suppose your getting tired of this so I will ring off.  Hoping to hear from you soon.  (Write as much as you like and as often as you like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your old H.T.H.S. Pal,&lt;br /&gt;Josephine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111066342878555385?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111066342878555385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111066342878555385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111066342878555385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111066342878555385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-27-1919-from-josephine.html' title='October 27, 1919, From Josephine'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110953752792817350</id><published>2005-03-11T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:57:35.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 26, 1919, From Orlie Penwitt</title><content type='html'>Hastings Nebr.&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 26, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I haven't answered your welcome letter before now. But I have been quite busy lately with my studies. I am attending Business College here. Hastings is quite a nice little town of about 15, 000 population. It has a Presperterian College besides the Business College and a Hospital, Sanitarium and the State Hospital for the Incurable Insane. So you see we aren't lacking in Hospitals or the like. I am about sixty miles from home. That seems far enough for me. I was home for an over Sunday visit the last of Sept. I don't know whether I will go home before Thanksgiving or not, I am afraid I will have to go home and get some warm clothes. It is pretty cold here. About three weeks ago it was so cold here that it froze ice about 1/4 in. thick. believe me I don't want cold weather to come till its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to begin to play basket ball tomorrow evening. My roommate and I made us some bloomers and we sure have a show around here about every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have quite a time here sometimes there are four of us girls here and what we don't do and think of isn't worth mentioning. We just about raise the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to go to Ill. either this summer. I don't know when I will get to go now. If I get a position as soon as I finish my course, which I hope I do, I don't know when I will ever set my feet on ill. soil again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to finish my course in about six or seven months. Well I must quite, because the other three girls in this room are talking about everything under the sun. So if there is anything out of place in this letter you know why it is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now don't wait as long as I did to write.  I guess a person don't appreciate letters till you get away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Orlie Penwitt&lt;br /&gt;1635 W. 4th St.&lt;br /&gt;Hastings, Nebr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110953752792817350?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110953752792817350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110953752792817350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953752792817350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953752792817350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-26-1919-from-orlie-penwitt.html' title='October 26, 1919, From Orlie Penwitt'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111065916123950706</id><published>2005-03-11T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:26:01.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 26, 1919, From Clark</title><content type='html'>Geneva Ind&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 26, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:--The rain you had there Thursday came down to give us a visit today all day long and all last night and probably all night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the two strings you sent me?  I have the clothes hangers about ready to send will probably send them about Tuesday I have taken plenty of time to make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.H.S. 60 K.H.S. 13&lt;br /&gt;Hartford simply ran away with Kirklin 13-60 I am ashamed to admt that we ran up such a score.  Oh!  Well it is all in the game I suppose.  We have no game this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Wed. evening there is a box social at the school house and Fri. evening a masquerade party at the School House by the Juniors + Seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Fri. afternoon the school set out about 40 or 45 hard maple trees along the west side of the school ground.  Say do you Alumni want to set out an Ivy vine around the school house some where if so where.  Our class will next spring.  Yes we have a game with Petroleum either the 7 or 14 I forget which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would that little boy appreciate it if we should send him something to relieve the monotony of lying abed so long at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alva and I were the only 2 in our class at S.S. this morning.  I think you should give us a cromo. and then we get one [...] by a margin of 1¢ which I made up, it isn't hardly fair is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading all day and feel kind of dull so can't think of much else.  We had hay balers Thursday and the side walk is finished will take a picture of it when I get a chance and send it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best of luck I remain your Dear Brother&lt;br /&gt;E. Clark Munro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111065916123950706?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111065916123950706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111065916123950706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111065916123950706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111065916123950706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-26-1919-from-clark.html' title='October 26, 1919, From Clark'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-111065974877213855</id><published>2005-03-11T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:35:48.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 25, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home.  Monday A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add a little more paper to this envelope Clark has addressed.  Ruth vows so often that she will write a big long letter to you; but never seems to get at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very dreary day.  No one came and no one went.  Drizzled all day &amp; night and it is still at it and it is almost eleven o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed house.  Clark wants to change that plan he drew to an altogether different one.  But I stick to it yet &amp; will till I see something better.  Yes, give all the ideas to us you can get.  [written in pencil in the blank space at the end of the paragraph:] Your clothes came O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about your going so often with the boys, I would say don't go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;often.  It seems you can always get girls to accompany you where ever you wish to go.  It may take your mind off your studies too much and you have no time to spare it seems.  I'd rather you would address your letters on outside to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; or papa.  For in that case I do not need to wait till kids come home from school to open it.  I do not think they care at all for I always read your letters to them or let them read them themselves.  Lloyd &amp; Warren thought the mouse escapade pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the little boy?  What is his name?  You must entertain him all you can for it will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; tiresome for him in bed.  Is there anything we can do for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whitsel caught a pole-cat at S. end of wood-shed last night.  He had it in a trap &amp; papa went down after nine o'clock last night (Sun. night) and shot it.  Clark is going to skin it.  Will try to make those cookies for you today, as I have sour cream now.  I think you will surely enjoy that lecture course.  Have you any idea if you or any or all of the rest will be home Thanksgivign Day.  Warren says he don't remember what you look like.--With love--from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;The mail-man came sooner than I was looking for him &amp;amp; didn't get this mailed yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-111065974877213855?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/111065974877213855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=111065974877213855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111065974877213855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/111065974877213855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/03/october-25-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 25, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110953708875774931</id><published>2005-02-27T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:44:48.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 24, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;LaFayette, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;Oct 24, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received your letter this forenoon, and must say that I fail to see just how the French harmed it.  It was a nice little refreshing "breeze", even though your mood was out of sorts.  Why did you write if you did not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; like doing so?  In this short letter I am not going to give you any of my advice.  I do not like to do it anyway, especially in such a plain straightforward way.  "A hint to the wise is sufficient" you know, if it works.  And it is not nearly so embarrassing.    Aren't you offended at me for saying what I have?  Time will tell, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you would think (that I think), I must have lots of time, if I can postpone a visit to I.U. for several months.  It is not the case, but circumstances cannot be helped very much at present.  But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your fear&lt;/span&gt; may not be realized if you allow plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ought to tell your folks not to write to you if they make you homesick.  Ha, ha!  I heard from Tressie that Clark had a fine interesting time for the class at the last meeting.  And old H.T.H.S. is doing well in basketball also.  Please don't think I am trying to make you homesick also.  I do not wish to make you sad.  Of course.  So I must say that I wish Stafford and I had your mouse-killing "brigade" over here for a while, as ewe have several guilty and destructive thieves about the room.  They ought to be dispatched at once, though, so we may have to do it ourselves.  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are still having a good time.  Don't fear me, for I'll not surprise you.  I was over to the city the other night to see "The Perfect Lover" which was a very pathetic play.  Tonight I am going to escort a girl out to Happy Hollow (for) to a weiner roast.   The M.E. Epworth League has charge of the detail.  We leave about 5:15 so I shall have to desert you for the present and write more some other time.  It is a quarter of five now.  I got a letter from Katheryn today also, so please tell her that I shall be glad to answer it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes, from&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110953708875774931?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110953708875774931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110953708875774931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953708875774931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953708875774931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-24-1919-from-richard.html' title='October 24, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110953379428108498</id><published>2005-02-27T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:49:54.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 22, 1919, From Velma</title><content type='html'>Hartford City, Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 22, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect you think I have forgotten you but I haven't I have just neglected to write.  How do you like school and how are you getting along by this time?.  I hope that you like it there and I feel sure you will get along all right with your studies.  Laurel likes his school very much and is making good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having our revival meeting now.  It will be two weeks tomorrow night since it started.  We have had seventeen conversions.  Mrs. Snider is the evangelist singer.  She is staying with us. [...] Epworth League is going to observe Win-My-Chum week from Nov. 2-9.  We are expecting the people from Hartford for one night.  We will have the Dunkirk people one night and an orchestra from some place for one night.  I think it will be a very interesting and profitable week for the League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma had a letter from your mother inviting us to the class meeting but we couldn't go on account of the meeting.  I am sorry to have to miss any of the class meetings I enjoy them so much.  I heard the Willing Workers are to elect a teacher next Sunday.  I am hoping they will get one they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This certainly is a beautiful day.  Much different than it was yesterday morning.  Papa is husking corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Katharyn and Luella now?  I hope they are well and enjoying their school work.  Give them my best regards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having quite a time writing this and trying to watch for the mail man as it is time for him and I wanted this to be sure and go to day.  Mamma just now said he is coming so will close and write more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly&lt;br /&gt;Velma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110953379428108498?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110953379428108498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110953379428108498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953379428108498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953379428108498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-22-1919-from-velma.html' title='October 22, 1919, From Velma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110953332423325997</id><published>2005-02-27T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:42:04.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 21, 1919, From Mrs. Whitsel</title><content type='html'>Geneva Ind RR 3 10/21 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to write you in answer to your very welcome cards which I have received from you. I am almost ashamed that I had not answered your first card before now but I suppose better late than not at all.  We are all well.  Hope you are well and enjoying your self.  How doe you like your room mate I hope all right.  I always thought Justine was a very nice girl.  I suppose you sometimes almost get home sick but we can not always be at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilma is still with us and will stay here I guess.  I doe know it would be very lonesome with out her now.  She said tell Esther my chickens are getting almost big to fry.  Will be when you come home and you must come and she will get you a dinner and fry one for you.  She is getting dinner and [...] wash dishes that is the way she puts in her time she and Warren have a good time going to Sunday School when he comes down to play with her she has his little table and Warren told your mamma that she was a perfect little house keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doe not know as I can tell you any thing very new as I suppose your folks tell you all that wold interest you.  I will tell you that I have been to Sunday school a couple of times.  I think the people are awful nice at Hartford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Esther I will thank you for the Birthday card that you sent me although it came just a month to soon as my Birthday will not be until the 18 of Nov but I appreciate it just the same.  Well I must close as it will be mail time soon from your friends Mrs. Whitsel and Wilma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110953332423325997?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110953332423325997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110953332423325997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953332423325997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953332423325997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-21-1919-from-mrs-whitsel.html' title='October 21, 1919, From Mrs. Whitsel'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110953285954080722</id><published>2005-02-27T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T15:39:30.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 20, 1919, From Bertha Felber</title><content type='html'>Geneva Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 20, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't any thing to do this afternoon so I will try and write to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed this forenoon and got dinner and washed the dishes and that is all I have done to day. We don't work very hard here since the sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sunday School yesterday forenoon in the after noon I went visiting and in the evening I went to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond was home over Sun. He went back this morning. He is coming back next Sat. to help until the shredding is done. I think the W.W. Class needs to get up some Pep. There wasn't one that had some good saying or a verse of scripture when they called the Roll they all answered present. Tressie she is trying to keep the class up and I am willing to do my part. I don't think that Emil has been there more than once since you have left. I heard that he won't come because he is assistant teacher. We all had a good time at the class meeting but I am sure I missed you. Your mother said she missed you more that night than she ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the basket ball game last Wednesday night and also was there last Friday night. H.T.H.S. surely has a good team this year they haven't lost a game this year. They play Kirkland Township Friday night. I am going to attend that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You certainly are kept busy with your studies. Do you like sewing? I suppose you do because you always sewed quite a bit in home. I only wish I did like to sew. Marie is taking sewing at school this year. She is going to Hartford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the class would do their bit I think they would write to all of the members of the class that are gone. I can get 25 cts. worth of stamps on Monday until the next Monday they are all gone. I always appreciate letters from the folks at home and from the class. So I think that you do to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only four more letters to write this afternoon so will close. Will look for an answer some time I know you are kept busy. I think I have more time to write. I am still at Watsons I may be there until Thanksgiving and maybe not quite that long. It all depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly&lt;br /&gt;Bertha F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Excuse my pen and ink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110953285954080722?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110953285954080722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110953285954080722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953285954080722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953285954080722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-20-1919-from-bertha-felber.html' title='October 20, 1919, From Bertha Felber'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110953280180373278</id><published>2005-02-27T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:33:21.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 20, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>"Purdue"&lt;br /&gt;October 20, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I ought not indulge in such a free range of writing styles, but since it may prove interesting--let it go.  Interest in things and in each other is what gives people an inspiration, and joy, and happy satisfaction; is it now?  This might be a real interest or just an imaginary one.  Anyway it is a good plan to find fun in one's own imagination, for does not the imagination furnish a great deal of amusement, and interesting things to think about?  I know that imagination has caused you interest (?) already; and enabled you also to build your air castles.  By the way, have any of them fallen lately?  Or do they keep on growing and never topple over?  It may be that they grow wings and fly away, like the demons that are supposed to be prevalent in such large numbers.  Would you prefer to call some of them angels?  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must begin to answer your very nice little letter.  First of all, I was very much pleased to get it.  Next I was glad to hear that you had a date.  I cannot enumerate all the exquisite joys I received from it.  It was the only thing that I have had to break my monotonous loneliness since last Friday.  You ask me why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; attack you by surprise.  I'm sure I can't tell you, unless it is because you don't see clearly, that is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;use your eyes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;profit greatly&lt;/span&gt;.  Think, observe, (or vise verse) and apply things to your self to your great improvement and consequent satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to take you by surprise last Friday or Saturday also; but failed.  It will not do for me to give you warning or tell my plans, for then somebody is likely to be disappointed.  See?  So you just go ahead and have all the fun you can' leaving me to fare as well as the gods permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, I was to S.S. yesterday and &lt;a href="http://www.sicumc.org/historical%20society/hshistory.htm"&gt;Epworth League&lt;/a&gt; also.  and I was lonely; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt; too as a result. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Chicago16, Purdue-0&lt;br /&gt;Rinegl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript:&lt;br /&gt;You know a letter is not complete without a P.S. attached?  Am I right?  Anyway I wished to state that I am glad you could receive my last letter as you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.N.G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110953280180373278?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110953280180373278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110953280180373278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953280180373278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953280180373278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-20-1919-from-richard.html' title='October 20, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110953227683302705</id><published>2005-02-27T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T14:49:55.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 19, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind. Oct. 19--'19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had thought of so much to tell you the last day or two; but did not jot those things down, so now I can't think of near all, I am sure. But will do the best I can at remembering; for I know I'll have no time to write tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, we all have slight colds except papa, nothing serious, thank goodness. Lloyd seems to have it the worst or one would think so if they were around a short while, for you know his failing. Seems to me he blows his nose every few min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the party. I'd gladly let Ruth tell it, but right now she is studying her algebra. So I'll let her alone. But this P.M. she made the remark that when evening came she was going to write and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who were here were Elizabeth and Josephine, Leona and Martine Alva and Tressie, Menno Felber and Bertha Ada Felty, Roland, Dorothy, Janette and Ervin Sprunger. All the Shoemaker boys. All the program we had was a duet by Ervin and Dorothy. They played key. Made paper hats out of large pieces of paper and three pins for a contest game. We also played "What would you do if" and they thought it so funny that Josephine says "That's fun, lets play it again." Pretty soon Rollin said "lets play that over again" So they just turned their slips of paper over &amp; played it again. For getting pardners for supper we had two pie tins one pan had on it a spool of thread the other pan the enedle. One had a knife the other the fork, also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ink&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paper&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hook&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt;, things in pairs you see.  The things on one pan was passed to the girls, the other to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy said she was going to entertain the Hartford class next summer. Forest taught the class today. Emil was there but would not teach. They decided at the party to just appoint some one in the class to teach. So they appointed Robert S. but he did not even come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misinformed you about Mrs. Whitsel's birthday.  It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nov&lt;/span&gt;. 18.  I asked Mr. &amp; I understood him to say Oct.  But it makes no particular difference any how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; drive down there, yet we do not know for sure. Our car is not working as it should to take such a trip. Do not figure too strong on it; for if the weather turns bad we will not come I am sure but in case we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt;, we will bring all that we can get to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe papa is figuring on building a house, but don't mention it yet a while any how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took quite a "constitutional" myself this P.M. Papa, Warren, Ruth and I walked down to the "big timber" to see the cattle and look at the big corn &amp; new fences. The corn over there is surely immense. Lloyd stayed at the house monkeying with his Gilbert toys which came Sat. P.M. Our beets are immense too. We are not out of sugar yet; but so nearly out that I am getting very stingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like going without your supper on Sun. evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had your pink dress all done up when the word came from you not to send it back.  I thought you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; wear it some more, if you had it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have enough clothes?  I guess you are kept so busy you don't have time to think much about clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hartford Basket Ball team played Monroe on Fri. night. A double header. The Hartford boys beat them badly in both games. Ruth went both Wed. and Fri. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon. A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am washing. Kids went to school in Ford. (When one car won't run the other does). The men finished the cement walk from pump to barn this A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent those white stockings back to you; but don't see how you can use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a new cream separator now too.  Put it in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe I've told about everything. Of course as soon as letter is sealed I'll think of something important. I should think if Richard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; come to see his sisters, "they" wouldn't have any time to visit.  Are going to try to hull clover this P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wear your muslin nightgowns so long they smell of perspiration &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love from--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110953227683302705?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110953227683302705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110953227683302705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953227683302705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110953227683302705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-19-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 19, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884947454697894</id><published>2005-02-19T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:44:34.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 16, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;West LaFayette, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 16, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tomorrow will be a very busy day, I am taking an opportunity this evening of answering your letter.  I can not write much this time, perhaps, for I have some exams tomorrow, and the one in poultry especially is a bore.  If I could get up so early as you do I think I might be able to study my lessons before breakfast.  A quarter to 7:00 usually finds me very comfy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be worked very severely if you have no time to think.  It will pay any person to think some, and think hard enough to produce some results too.  However I know how hard it is to do college work.  Unless a person has calmness, good self control and an efficient system of working.  It is wonderful how good a person feels when he knows this "stuff".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I do not know when I shall get to come to Bloomington.  I don't know whether I go by spurts in some things or not.  I cannot always tell.  I hope to be able to come soon though.  You would not be doing yourself justice if you had more than one date with me if I did come to your town.  It lessens a girl's chance to get other fellows if they know she has a "steady".  And you cannot afford to miss any opportunity to get out, leave, and get experience.  (One &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; have it, sooner or later, and the sooner the better.  I'm just a ‘kid', you know).  I would not object, for I want you to be better all the time.  I hope you feel free to do as you like, for you run no risk with me.  Hoping to see you within a couple of weeks, at last; I remain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884947454697894?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884947454697894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884947454697894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884947454697894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884947454697894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-16-1919-from-richard.html' title='October 16, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884906286424164</id><published>2005-02-19T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:37:42.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>"My Room"&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday at 10:00 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always endeavor to make the best of the situation, so that is the reason I am writing now instead of sooner.  You have no doubt found out by this time that there are many things that occur in one's daily schedule that have to come first because of their importance.  Also that one is not likely to have everything to his or her own liking.  It is the ability to see and to correct one's self, and to very wisely for[e]see the consequences of certain decisions, that is very valuable, ultimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very glad you had such an excellent time last Sunday.  If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; proceeds to develop properly you ought to have some more good times soon.  I do not envy you a full enjoyment of your school life.  But I do, or ought to, appreciate the fact that you feel sorry for me because I missed all the good times.  Well, that's my luck, I guess.  I won't tell you what I did last Sunday besides writing you a letter.  But I think it is safe to say that I was out to visit the Soldiers Home, and Tecumseh's Trail.  My "Star of Destiny" failed to shine, however, for I took several Kodak pictures which were proved to be failures.  Of course, it could be explained in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; way that it was the sun that failed to shine.  You may not believe that, since you stated that it was a fine day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I do not coincide with you in your "girl" idealism.  The fellow who wanted his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; to be all "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;" would never want her for his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweetheart&lt;/span&gt; or even wife.  I think I am stating the bare truth concerning most mens' opinions.  In other words, the girl of that fellow's type (and yours?) must be a successful man first and be a woman afterwards?  If it were very polite I would be able to state my ideal (not of a "girl", for that is not so important) of, let us say, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;.  Really this is a very good subject for a preacher to lecture upon.  But I must stop, for I fear that I may be too hard to be suited anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since some of us are going on a special train to the Chicago-Purdue game at C. Saturday, I might decide to go.  Will write later perhaps.  Best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884906286424164?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884906286424164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884906286424164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884906286424164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884906286424164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-15-1919-from-richard.html' title='October 15, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884832164708700</id><published>2005-02-19T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T16:25:21.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home, Wed. A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't time to write a letter, but thought I'd let you know that your clothes did not come ‘till Mon. noon.  It was too late for me to washy anything but the gingham dress.  Do not look for your clothes too soon.  Today is such a poor day to dry them that I think I'll wait till tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party is over.  Not many were here as I guessed.  But guess they had a good time.  Will tell you about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not consider this a letter; but I wanted you to know about the clothes.  Am very busy today and also tired.  I had expected to give the class ice-cream with pine apple syrup &amp; Clark went after the cream &amp;amp; couldn't get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt;.  I sent him back to town for oranges &amp; banannas at 5-30 o'clock.  So had fruit salad.  But it was good any how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884832164708700?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884832164708700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884832164708700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884832164708700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884832164708700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-15-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 15, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884793756259525</id><published>2005-02-19T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:38:14.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 12, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>"148"&lt;br /&gt;October 12, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is such a fine beautiful day I cannot refuse the pleasure of enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!&lt;br /&gt;This little strip of light&lt;br /&gt;‘Twixt night and night&lt;br /&gt;Let me keep bright Today!&lt;br /&gt;And let no shadow of To-morrow&lt;br /&gt;Nor sorrow&lt;br /&gt;From dead yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Gainsay&lt;br /&gt;My happiness today!&lt;br /&gt;And if Tomorrow shall be sad,&lt;br /&gt;Or never come at all, I've had&lt;br /&gt;At least--To-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe cheerfulness comes from living one day at a time. Allowing the mind to run freely into any of the channels it chooses is not likely to bring the best and happiest results. This thing of worry or anxiety usually concerns one's self, does it not? And selfishness is a thing to be strictly avoided, especially in the extremity of the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you went to S.S. today unless your illness prevented you from going. I forgot to mention sleepiness, which you usually have when out late at nights. But I.U. authorities do not permit their younger students (or any) to remain out so awfully late do they? Therefore I will draw the conclusion that you must have gone to Sunday School. I did not go, myself, for--it was too cold I guess. My room-mate was once a Sunday School superintendent, so you see I have a very &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; pal. Ha! But he has not gone once since I have been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I and a couple others were over to the city and among the things we saw was a "movie" called "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0010080/maindetails"&gt;Easy to Make Money&lt;/a&gt;". You see I only go to see the most profitable things. This show was quite clever and good. Either Monday or Wednesday I intend to see &lt;a href="http://www.marypickford.com/"&gt;Mary Pickford&lt;/a&gt; in "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0010267/"&gt;The Hoodlum&lt;/a&gt;". Also yesterday was Purdue's Homecoming and University day featuring a football game with Illinois. Purdue stood at the foot of a score of 14-7. It rained nearly all day. Hence our bad luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any chance for me to get a date there at I.U. some evening? I have forgotten how they do things at Indiana. I am looking for a letter either Monday or Tuesday. There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Who is the Prof. G.W. Munro here at Purdue?&lt;br /&gt;Rinegl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884793756259525?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884793756259525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884793756259525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884793756259525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884793756259525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-12-1919-from-richard.html' title='October 12, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884563906840599</id><published>2005-02-19T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T15:07:48.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 12, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Sunday P.M.--5-30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think I'd write to you again until after the (awful) party, but here I am at it as usual. Lloyd is writing too, so I'll leave a few things for him to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to S.S. this A.M.  We got up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;late.  They said there was the smallest crowd out they ever saw.  Emil nor Alva were there.  Forest Shoemaker taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hartford Basket Ball boys played a game with Geneva Fri. night. A double header. The H. boys beat the G boys the first game also the 2-H. beat the 2-Geneva team. So you see they were thoroly beaten. Andrew Shoemaker was refferee too. Clark feels pretty good. He is first sub. to first team. Clark play[ed] ½ of first game and all of second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would quit worrying about the money you have to spend.  I told papa I'd have to tell you we had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of it. People just hand money to him when they meet him on the street. $50 at a time. So don't worry. Now I'll explain. The other day as papa was going down the street, Steph Martin stopped him &amp; told him if he would come down to office he'd give him $50. Papa said that was news to him, but went down there. It seemed Mrs. Martin had made a mistake in his books &amp;amp; the mistake was in our favor. Papa had been hauling wheat to town &amp; hadn't counted up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a little more news. We got word thru mail last week from land-agents Morton &amp;amp; Goodman that  Cecil land is sold. Of course no business (signing of deed &amp; etc.) will be transacted until March 1st. I have not said a word to anyone about it, Papa told Ruth &amp;amp; Clark last eve. I am so afraid even yet that it isn't so. But it surely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rec'd a letter from Hazel also.  I may send it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark sent for some new music "When the Great Red Dawn is Shining" "Blue Bird" "Till We Meet Again". Wish you were here to play them for us. Ruth can't play them &amp;amp; they are not hard either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. was a cold rainy miserable day.  So Ruth and I made two burnt sugar cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are out of money send for more. We know you will not be extravagant. Mrs. Baker said Justine was awful glad she was down to Linns that P.M. It seemed so nice to be with friends, said one girl was going to quit she was so homesick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884563906840599?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884563906840599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884563906840599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884563906840599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884563906840599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-12-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 12, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884228554663290</id><published>2005-02-19T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T15:55:59.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 9, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>11:30 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;October 9, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have had the honor of writing me the first letter since I came back to Purdue.  Although I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; one before this from Luella. I mailed my letter on Sunday afternoon at Geneva and I supposed that it would get to I.U. on Monday but as you stated my supposition was inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see your folks Saturday and Sunday under unusual circumstances as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was not so bad at home but that I had an excellent time. It did not rain much either Saturday or Sunday. Since you asked something about that "bill" that I do not know, consequently I cannot answer your questions. That piece of paper vanished into the great whirlpool of man's destiny and left an empty space behind. With it I built an air castle I suppose. Of course I never find time to speak of such things before they are blown away and destroyed. You have built those wonderful palaces, n'est-ce pas, but did any ever stand fast? I think it a very interesting and enjoyable way to loll in idleness and dreams. If our minds could not furnish us with some such illusions, then I fear life would be a much duller and unhappier process of development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you no doubt learned, I was not in the fight here Saturday. It was a draw anyway and consequently of no importance to me. The big push ball busted in the third struggle. My room-mate was one of the first four men to strike the ball and he finished by tumbling into it when it collapsed. Several "casualties" were reported nevertheless, during the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that might have been interesting, had I stayed here, was a date for Sunday. That makes the third chance I have had to miss within a week, all due to my being away from home or having too much work to do. [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would describe that Miss Christen (?) for me. Is she a Junior? The majority of the co-eds are none too good-looking. But then I suppose they beat I.U. What? I beg your pardon. I think you like the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884228554663290?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884228554663290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884228554663290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884228554663290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884228554663290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-9-1919-from-richard.html' title='October 9, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110883864944470388</id><published>2005-02-19T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T15:13:31.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 9, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home, Oct Don't know,&lt;br /&gt;but it is Thurs. A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your letter came yesterday. We enjoyed it the most of any one you have written. Thought you used good English, good composing guess I'd call it and interesting. I read it to all at the supper table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't time to write to you this A.M. nor do I have much to write; but don't want you to be too disappointed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; often when that beloved mail-man comes.  Tell Richard there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; man in Bloomington you almost love.    Your only trouble is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the girls do too.  Tell him it is the mail-man.  But may be you have told him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took up the dining room rug yesterday, preparing for C. party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that has been done so far.  I have so much to do, it seems I never can prepare for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steers came yesterday. 30 of them. White faces. I haven't time now to tell Mrs. Carter about the pan-cakes; but will later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am glad you heard that woman Dr. talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hartford Basket-ball team and Geneva play tomorrow night.  Clark wants me to go.  They play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; Geneva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Dillon has girl No. 3.  Auntie Esther saw it in Fairbury Blade.  Papa said Aunt E. looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;. But Vie looks bad. Papa stayed one night at Alvin Wakefields in Gibson. His wife is "crazy as a bed-bug on some subjects". I am quoting Alvin now. He said he didn't know what to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna Ristoro was married in Catholic church to Joe Kelley.  Saw this in Piper Journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must close and make up for these few min. Hope you got your goods in time. I sent it to you as soon as I could. There are 5 yds there. Use what you need. You say everything is so much higher there than here. I'll send you a few stamps and see what you save on them (Don't forget that your mother enjoys a little joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110883864944470388?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110883864944470388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110883864944470388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883864944470388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883864944470388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-9-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 9, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884630937308450</id><published>2005-02-19T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T15:51:49.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 8, 1919, From Hazel to Mamma</title><content type='html'>Davison, Mich.&lt;br /&gt;Oct--8--1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Aunt Edie:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rec'd your letter yesterday and of course I was glad to get it.  You must have been thinking of me at the same time I was of you.  Some one sent our name in to Straus Bros. and they have sent us a couple of land books.  For want of any thing else to do, I picked one up, Sunday, and the first page I opened to had such a nice place pictured.  So ujust to "hear my head rattle" I said I guess that would suit me so I read the description and then looked it up on the map.  And there. it was just a few miles from you in Mercer Co. Ohio.  I couldn't help but think how nice it would be to live with in driving distance of you any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can send my letters to Mrs. Kilbury if you wish--I didn't have a card nor a one cent stamp even, and the mailman slips by so often without my seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry that Morris doesn't' write to his mother occasionally any way, but its of no use of me to suggest it as he just says "Whats the use--she doesn't care anything about me anyway" and lets it go at that.  And he comes back with a pretty good answer with any argument you might put up so I just let him go.  He doesn't write to anyone for that matter.  I think he is going to write to Mr. Kib soon and when he does he will probably write to his mother too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Kib &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be a friend.  He writes every now and then if any one writes to him or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; quit.  You don't need to consider this a letter.  I simply didn't have a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ironing today.  Frank and Morris went to town with wheat.  Frank seems as well as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly&lt;br /&gt;Hazle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris laughed when he saw his writing.  Frank was quite interested too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884630937308450?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884630937308450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884630937308450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884630937308450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884630937308450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-8-1919-from-hazel-to-mamma.html' title='October 8, 1919, From Hazel to Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884461175504848</id><published>2005-02-19T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T15:23:31.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 8, 1919, From Gladys Steiner</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 8, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar Esther:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rec'd your card some time ago all O.K.  Hope you are finding your work interesting as well as enjoyable.  Don't work so hard that you forget all of us back here especially the one important "school mam".  I know that there are times when at school that it seems almost impossible to get your lessons, write letters and do every thing else.  But cheer up that's nothing to teaching school.  I surely have some time with those youngsters and they say the funniest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a place do you have to room?  I hope your land lady is good to you for without that I don't how one would get along.  Mine was simply grand.  There were only her and her sister living together.  Today I rec'd a letter from her and she told me that her sister had killed herself last week and was burried [sic] Thursday.  I almost collapsed when I read it.  In a way it doesn't surprise me much either.  If it isn't one thing to worry a person it's another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Lester, Lloyd and Clyde are getting along fine in their schools.  Murray joined the Navy. I don't think he will make the final exam.  At least I hope not for I know he is not able to endure the hardships that will be placed upon him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the H.H.S. gave the new Freshies a Reception.  Gee I thought it couldn't be that I didn't have my name in the hat.  That's the first time that any thing ever went on at the school since I can remember that I was excluded.  Clark said he would bring a cake and he did.  It was a pan cake.  Some classical joke I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say I guess I was mistaken in your roommate's name.  I don't know how I got that in such a mixed up mess.  Tell Justine I said , "Hello," also Catherine and Luella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must excuse the looks of this letter.  It's the third one in the last hour.  Write and tell me all you can about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Steiner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884461175504848?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884461175504848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884461175504848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884461175504848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884461175504848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-8-1919-from-gladys-steiner.html' title='October 8, 1919, From Gladys Steiner'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884159033126691</id><published>2005-02-19T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:34:10.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 5, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my fortune is usually favorable, I received your last letter at Purdue Friday just before leaving for Indianapolis. However as I was rather rushed I could not read it until I was on my way. You see I had classes all afternoon until 4:00 o'clock and my train left at 4:22. That is the reason I can write now from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly appreciate your kindness in considering me so important; but which do you think you'll get the most good out of in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt;, your lessons or me? Anyway a person who does not want to get any letters is certainly peculiar. That is not like you, or myself. Is it? Speaking of professors, I do not have much time for my "profs" or care very much whether I like them or not. If they are good, so much the better, but if they are bad it makes no difference. I had prof. Mathers in room 28, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;front row&lt;/span&gt;, 2nd seat from the west end of center row. Lab was upstairs, in 33, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a very busy time since getting home at 9:30 Friday night. I came by way of Indianapolis to Portland. Saturday morning Papa and I went to Portland with the car. We took your father part way. Mr. Munro was going thru La Fayette on the L.E. &amp; W. to Illinois. It would have been very fine if I had been going that way at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not have S.S. at Hartford today so that is my excuse for not going. For being bad too. See? Say, but I am feeling fine for we just had a special dinner. Watermelons galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to announce the wedding of Mr. J. Miller today with a fair dame from east of Geneva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have been home when you were away and of course it seems quite unnatural. I'll have to make the best of it however. I am going back to Purdue some time tonight thru Indianapolis. Perhaps I can write a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; letter soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I realize this letter betrays haste.  Please pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;Rinegl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884159033126691?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884159033126691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884159033126691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884159033126691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884159033126691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-5-1919-from-richard.html' title='October 5, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884082999885419</id><published>2005-02-19T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T15:21:38.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home, Oct. 5--‘19&lt;br /&gt;Sun 5--P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished a letter to Hazel and my hand is so tired I can scarcely write. Your last letter came at noon yesterday (Sat.) and you were expecting an ans. to it that same day. Well, you see I can not do the impossible, so will ans. now. I suppose we will go tot S.S. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt; as Hartford &amp; Union Chapel were to in together at U.C. this A.M. but at H. tonight. Rally Day I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got word Sat. A.M. that the steers were shipped that A.M. Clark has just been to town to see if they have come. Here he is. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; they didn't. Papa went on train to Ill. Sat. A.M. to Uncle Spater M.'s funeral. Look for him home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel just as tho' you were around the house somewhere. For Richard drove in a while ago to make a short call. Came home Fri. night about 9. Will go back tonight. I should think I was real nice and thoughtful of him to see us a few min. Believe he likes it better there than he did at Bloomington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you answered Mrs. Carter? I hope you have decided to board with her for I think you will like it better, especially in the winter time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Perry Glendenning (Oh! such a long name) is going to sew some for Ruth this week. I met Justine's mother Fri. night at the school house. They are organizing a Parent Teacher's meeting. They are to meet about once a mo. Mr. Baker is to be Pres. I like Mrs. Baker real well. We had quite a talk about our girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way this Club is a sort of my much talked of "Community Club." They (Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Willis) are doing just what I have wanted done so bad, you know. Well, I must quit a[nd] get my kids ready of night S.S. It looks awful rainy too. Clark don't want to go. I have at last found your swimming stockings will send them with two brassiers (old). What kind of shape was that box in when you got it and how did you like the candy? Can't do much cooking for you until I am rid of the dreaded class party. Well, bye bye for the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from--Mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am glad you had a physical exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Miller is married to Mrs. Whitsel's niece. Murry Holloway has joined the Navy. No teacher for your class last night so Forest S. taught. Not a Shoemaker boy there or Alva or Emil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark is going to see about steers this A.M. so you will get this letter soon.  Richard looked real nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884082999885419?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884082999885419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884082999885419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884082999885419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884082999885419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-5-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 5, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110884010317796035</id><published>2005-02-19T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T14:08:23.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 3 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend Esther:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from Geneva will try and drop you a few lines even if it is bed time.  I am needing sleep very bad.  I was at Linn Grove last night at the tent meeting.  I saw nearly the whole Hartford Township High School there.  Some of them just came for the after services because they got so happy that the people at the tend drew everybodys attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma told me this evening that Tressie and the rest of them had to walk home from school this evening.  Alva took them to school this morning and this evening they had to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Bluffton street Fair last Thursday evening and also last Sat. afternoon and evening. There was the largest crowd of people I ever saw in a town.  A person just had to push their way through.  There were only sixteen machines taken besides all of the robes and over coats etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like school?  I hope you like it all O.K. I only wish I were in school how I would enjoy my self.  We have been having some beautiful days since Wednesday afternoon, but Wednesday forenoon it just poured down the rain.  Mr. Watson had postponed his sale until Oct. 8th.  That means double work for us, and it is hard work to get ready for a sale.  After the sale we won't have hardly any thing to-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the White Oak Sunday School picnic to-morrow and to a farewell party Sunday.  Tell Luella and Katherine I said, "Hello," and hope they are getting along in school O.K. and will write to them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yes!  One member of your class of 1919 has joined the Navy.  He is in San Francisco at this time.  I suppose maybe you heard about it.  I suppose you know who he is with out me mentioning his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will close hoping to have an answer soon.  I remain your W.W. friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send my mail to this address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertha Felber&lt;br /&gt;Geneva&lt;br /&gt;Indiana&lt;br /&gt;R. 7 D #1&lt;br /&gt;c/o S.E. Watson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110884010317796035?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110884010317796035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110884010317796035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884010317796035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110884010317796035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-2-1919-from-mamma_19.html' title='October 2, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110883920901797921</id><published>2005-02-19T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:53:29.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home, Oct. 2--‘10&lt;br /&gt;Thursday--10--A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be Clark's letter; but I see he has not sealed it so I must have my "put in".  The letter you wrote to papa &amp; myself was written last Sun &amp;amp; mailed that eve.  We rec'd it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tues&lt;/span&gt; noon.  Your "duds" came yesterday and I am already to wash them now.  I think it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; small amount for you to send home.  Sorry you didn't send the gingham dress.  Do not get anything to send your clothes home in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unless this conveyance&lt;/span&gt; does not suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Whitsel's birth day is the 18 of Oct.  A card will please as much as any thing.  I am writing disconnectedly for I haven't really the time to spare to write at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was dismally hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will send some eats to you and do more for you after that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; class party is over with.  Clark seems to have lost his enthusiasm and it worries me to think so much depends on me.  Especially when my canning is not all done and no house-cleaning.  Haven't really had the chance to go see if some one can do some sewing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before yesterday (Tues. P.M.) I put in one-half the P.M. cleaning &amp; dressing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; chickens.  Was intending to send one to you.  Papa thought it would be O.K. when eve. came Clark said "why it won't be the same for them to eat by the time they get it."  then I asked papa again &amp; he said he didn't believe it would be either.  And I guess they were right for it did turn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awfully&lt;/span&gt; warm.  We got tired of chix, too before the three were gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will fix up your bundle of clothes O.K. for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa said for you not to sting your eating, get what is best for you even if it comes higher.  I got 48¢ for eggs this A.M. so you are not paying such an enormous price for your fried eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must close with love from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obliged&lt;/span&gt; to write home so often, it takes so much of your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110883920901797921?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110883920901797921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110883920901797921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883920901797921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883920901797921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-2-1919-from-mamma.html' title='October 2, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110883909170571995</id><published>2005-02-19T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:51:31.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1, 1919, From Clark</title><content type='html'>Your clothes arrived safely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 1 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear ‘Little' Sister:--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for a chance to write and as I spoke for tonight about a week ago I am writing, as you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 54 in H.S. now and everything is going fine.  We (H.T.H.S.) were talking about buying a phonograph so we have 2 machines there now an Edison (175) and a Columbia $100 the majority prefer the Edison and if we can get the money that is what we will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got home from B.B practice at 12 02/# we were working on the hall Mon. night until 11 15/ and until about 10 45/ last night before we started to practice.  We play Geneva a week from Fri. night and we can beat them too.  We changed the location of the hall it is over the garage now and it is a much better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking English, Chemistry, General Science, Commercial arith, and Ceaser [sic] is that enough to keep me out of mischief or not.  We were experimenting with Mercuric Oxide (red percipitate) sugar + starch we decomposed all of them and had a swell time.  There are 16 of us seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are those flowers growing how is the rose in particular are there any buds on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a letter from Willie he didn't have much to say but it is rather lonely his address is&lt;br /&gt;William J. Reffe,&lt;br /&gt;306 Elm Ct.,&lt;br /&gt;Akron&lt;br /&gt;Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would appreciate a letter very much so would Mrs. Whitsel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ford doesn't run right yet, it needs a little rest I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may write with one boy talking but here there are 2 kids who ‘are' what we are reported to have descended from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even hear myself think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your big brother (senior now)&lt;br /&gt;E. Clark Munro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Our B.B. Suits will look swell green sweaters with purple stripes and golden monogram green satteen [sic] pants with purple bottom and side stripe also green socks with purple stripes.  The pants have a 4 inch inseam, rather abbreviated eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good bye,&lt;br /&gt;Clark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110883909170571995?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110883909170571995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110883909170571995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883909170571995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883909170571995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/october-1-1919-from-clark.html' title='October 1, 1919, From Clark'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110883831758885749</id><published>2005-02-19T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:38:37.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 31, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind. Sep. 31--'19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe I'll write a few words to you, tho' Ruth said she would write this eve.  We are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; around dining-room table. Ruth is reading out loud to W. &amp; L. but they are not giving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; good attention. Lloyd is listening and cutting out a false face from paper. Clark is reading Am. Boy instead of answering Richard's letter as you advised him to. Clark was at home alone all P.M. I believe he has spent a lonesome day for it seemed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; lonely in S.S. this A.M. so many were absent. Papa's class took both banners. Not because it was so large, but because all others were so small. Only three in young married people's class. No teacher for your class, so Maizie taught it. We all went to town last night (Sat. night). I got tape for you to have your name on. So Clark started to write it and he just couldn't do a thing on account of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weave&lt;/span&gt;. So I'll have to put it on a strip of muslin or something similar. Got Ruth a hat. Just a plain broad rimmed brown velvet hat, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; trimming, &amp; it was $6. I took the trimming off of my black hat and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so warm that I suppose you've been making good use of your thin summer dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; I have those pep[p]ers stuffed. When we fixed them before, did we put onion in with cabbage? It seems to me we did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. Any how they tasted (the filling) better than ever before &amp; I wondered if I hadn't used a different recipe. I took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; from Youth's Companion Cook-Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were over to Mrs. Laurence's this P.M. She said she only saw a few there. Eva Carpenter being one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt;, but was almost sorry she saw her for the impression was she was getting "tough", and she could not help but feel sorry to know that. It looks as though, after all, that Hazel's letter in that respect was mostly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark has not received a word of any kind from Luella. I just wondered if she really did not intend to write or had the children lost some mail. I do not think they have tho: I only mention it because I really thought it strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, believe I'll close and see what Ruth will do about writing. Here are some questions tho: How is your appetite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;? Have you ever been homesick? Who have you heard from or rather who have you written to? Will your clothes hold out for the full time? Tell about the frolic for the freshmen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.  With love&lt;br /&gt;from--&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110883831758885749?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110883831758885749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110883831758885749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883831758885749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883831758885749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-31-1919-from-mamma.html' title='September 31, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110857661087101642</id><published>2005-02-16T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:09:23.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 29, 1919, From Ruth and Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 29, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like High School still better. We got a Columbia at school and all the school and both grades and H.S. have to march in and out 1 morning 2 recess and both boys and girls have to eat in the assembly to-morrow. 2 recess, and at evening once. ((2) = we have to march down and up when school takes up or lets out.) Tressie is our Algebra teacher instead of Mr. Willis. In Domestic Science We are making cooking aprons and caps. In General Science last Friday we weighed an empty can and tryed [sic] to pump air into it and it did not work so we weighed an empty bottle and that was all we did that day. The girls are going to have a basket ball team. The H.S. is taxed or I mean each person in the High School 5¢ a week for the athletic Association. How I do wish you could come visit our school. Oh, there are 16 in G. Science 14 Freshmen and two Seniors. Then they have what they call Students Self Government. I have been killing bugs while I've been writing this letter. It's almost 9 o'clock and I've got some studying to do yet. I've written this letter in a hurry so please excuse some of the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark went after Mr. &amp; Mrs. Whitsel Friday evening you know. Clark took Robert S. along. They started home at 19 o'clock and didn't get home until 2 o'clock in the morning. They had a break down. The engine simply stopped. They were a few roads on this side of Bakers. Richard Briggs brought Clark home. Then Clark took the big car and [hauled] the Ford home. So we will have to go to school in Jeff to morrow. Lloyd wanted to go to the Fair so bad he cried about it. I guess Lloyd and me are the only ones that did not go. It is now 5 min. after nine. Good-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am washing this A.M.  When will you send some clothes home?  I see Ruth made a good many mistakes.  (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gone to church or S.S. any where as yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect Clark will be the next one to write to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Josephine Martin in town Sat. night.  She was going into Long's (apparently for ice-cream) with some young fellow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt; young looking &amp;amp; no taller than she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd spent yester. P.M. (Sun.) over at Glendennings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110857661087101642?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110857661087101642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110857661087101642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857661087101642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857661087101642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-29-1919-from-ruth-and-mamma.html' title='September 29, 1919, From Ruth and Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110858078119687563</id><published>2005-02-16T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:06:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 28, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;W. LaFayette, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;September 28, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning was destined to be another time when the postman "delivered the goods".  Mr. Stafford wanted to bet me a set-up that I would get a letter yesterday.  He seems to think it unusual if I do not get at least one every day; but nevertheless I would not bet against him fro I knew I would lose.  See, how my faith works.  Something is bound to sway under the spell of a magic "wand".  Have you lost any of your enthusiasm?  Surely not even though you have a ‘map" in French class every day.  You, such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeper&lt;/span&gt;, and do not like to go to a class of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romance&lt;/span&gt; Language!  It is a very remarkable case and as I am not such a very good psychologist it is too deep and obscure for me to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Prof. Davis teach you, chemical analysis of the esters, the soul, or of just one disagreeable thing after another?  I have heard that he was a fine instructor.  So you like him.  Well I think he is married, and old too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to think there that since Mr. Stafford is a big fellow and is good looking that he might appear to a better advantage upon the beautiful natural campus of I.U. than upon the more artificial terra cotta of Purdue?  He is not good looking.??  But he is bigger than Mr. House, my former angelic room mate. _________________________ The position of the patent design or line indicates that I stopped there long enough to eat an excellent amount of excellent food.  I would not miss a good meal for a great deal, and neither do I want to miss a good miss for a nice kiss.  Old Purdue is no decent place for me.  When I get out of here about all I'll be able to do well is to "chock corn".  You know me better do you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday is to be staged the &lt;a href="http://www.purdueexponent.org/2001/02/16/features/speccoll.html"&gt;Frosh-Soph scrap&lt;/a&gt; on Stuart Field.  If I should decide to have to fight, then I'll write you a farewell letter later or come to bid you good by in person.  At the last scrap they &lt;a href="http://tcha.ecn.purdue.edu:8080/?q=1913"&gt;broke one poor bird's neck&lt;/a&gt; and hurt numerous other combatants. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; at Purdue they do not take the Frosh out of bed and cut off their hair.  No, indeed such barbarism is not to be found here.  Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Week one day I went to see a show at &lt;a href="http://www.tcha.mus.in.us/images/large/tt-long.jpg"&gt;the Luna&lt;/a&gt; called "&lt;a href="http://www.afi.com/members/catalog/AbbrView.aspx?s=1&amp;Movie=18262"&gt;Oh Boy&lt;/a&gt;" which was very fine.  A young college sport loved a young school (girls' school) girl and they wished to marry.  but the man's old maid aunt was a firm believer of Prohibition and so were the girl's parents.  The girl's father refused the poor lover because he thought he (the boy) was carousing around too much, that is a college drunkard.  So the two ran away one night and were secretly married, amid an adventurous excitement.  That same night the father went to the College Inn, where the sports were having a wild time with some wild women, in order to "quiet" them.  He was a judge, but a woman took charge of him and soon had him drunk.  That fixed that part all right.  Then the aunt came to the Inn looking for her nephew and by accident tasted some liquor and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liked it&lt;/span&gt; until she was drunk.  Ha, ha.  These &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two circumstances&lt;/span&gt; brought the two main obstacles to give their consent to the marriage of a perfectly happy couple.  The details that I left out certainly did help to make this one of the best "movies" imaginable.  Last night I saw one called "Keep the Boy on the Farm".  Henry Ford's show in which the problem is solved by buying a Ford tractor.  Ha, ha.  This one was at the Y.M.C.A.Hut, over across the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon I went out with a couple of fellows upon a bug-hunting hike thru &lt;a href="http://parks.city.west-lafayette.in.us/hollow.asp"&gt;Happy Hollow&lt;/a&gt; and around by the Wabash river.  We stole some apples and killed things and in fact did all we dared to do with safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you to so many churches today?  I was only to M.E. Sunday School where we had our class picture taken.  Since the weather looks so much like rain I do not know what I shall do the remainder of the day.  I might study but I do not like to work on Sunday.  See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you can find enough time to read all this then I hope that you enjoy it.  You have my greatest sympathy.  Have you ever felt like singing that song since you have been in Bloomington?  I mean the song called by some such name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to your health and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110858078119687563?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110858078119687563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110858078119687563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110858078119687563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110858078119687563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-28-1919-from-richard.html' title='September 28, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110883807237909268</id><published>2005-02-16T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:45:08.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 26, 1919, From Papa</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind. Sept. 26, 1919 in the eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther L. Munro.&lt;br /&gt;821 E. Atwater Ave Bloomington, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Daughter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your letter with questionairre [sic] inclosed is before me. Your mamma is wondering what is the reason for all these questions. I'll answer some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Father was Born in LaSalle Co. Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandfather Munro, Near Seekonk, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandmother Munro, Near Dayton, Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother was born in Livingston Co. Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandfather Dillon, In Mason Co. Ill.&lt;br /&gt;Your Grandmother Dillon in Indiana Co. Penn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "build" is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; Characteristic And you probably resemble your fathers family but little more than your mother's. both families are of medium stature but your fathers folks are a little heavier built than your mothers. employment? Helped at housework a little reading &amp; school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ages of the whole family is as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father Born Jan. 14. 1865&lt;br /&gt;Your mother Born June 22 1870&lt;br /&gt;Yourself Born Feb. 2, 1900&lt;br /&gt;E. Clark Born Dec 31 1901&lt;br /&gt;Ruth E. Born Nov 5 1904&lt;br /&gt;Willard R. Born May 25 1907 died at 4 we[e]k of age.  Cause Ab[s]cess of cheek bone, Real cause Dr.'s Carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;A. Lloyd Born Aug 17 1909&lt;br /&gt;Warren D. Born June 25 1914&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather guess this will stop them but if you want to know any thing more write and ask all the questions you want to. Whenever your "money pile" gets low let me know and I will see that you have all you need. Now if you want to please me take time to go to S.S. and Church and at least try the Christian Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother, Warren, Myself and Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs w. went to the Bluffton fair yesterday. Our first frost came last night and did very little damage. Everything is about out of the way. Keep busy but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Father.&lt;br /&gt;A.C. Munro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110883807237909268?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110883807237909268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110883807237909268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883807237909268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110883807237909268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-26-1919-from-papa.html' title='September 26, 1919, From Papa'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110857531688445336</id><published>2005-02-16T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:35:16.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 25, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind. Sep. 25--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs. eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ought&lt;/span&gt; to write to you; but, oh dear!  I want to go to bed.  You see, we (papa Warran and I) took Mr.&amp; Mrs. W-- to Bluffton.  They will stay over night tonight and Clark or someone will go after them tomorrow eve.  The wind blew so strong from the N.W. and with the upper part of the wind shield gone it made it more disagreeable.  It didn't seem so bad after we got there.  I suppose you know the Fair is "on" there this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left home at 9-30, and got home at 3-15, P.M.  We would not have come home so soon; but we met Verne Ralston's mother &amp; she said as they came past our place on E. side of farm one of our horses was in barbed-wire fence and said it was cut up pretty bad.  So papa &amp; I came right home &amp;amp; when we got home, he went down to see the horses and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; looked O.K.  So much so he couldn't tell which one had been in the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; circle sewing there, a Ferris wheel and a "whip."  The last puts me in mind of the "blue streak".  They have a fine showing of hogs.  Have over a hundred pens &amp; 600 hogs (counting pigs &amp;amp; all).  Chickens are good too.  Saw a few faces I knew.  Mr. &amp; Mrs. Hollinger also Bessie Reffe and Syder girl.  Also Miss Taylor of Domestic and Mrs. Paxon.  Saw a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;large&lt;/span&gt; Angel food cake &amp; it had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; frosting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get time I'll try to send you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of those things you have sent for.  Lloyd's Gilbert toys have not come yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I need some new clothes awful bad, don't know hot to go at it without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll go to bed.  may write more &amp; I may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, Friday A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will soon be time for mail-man, but guess I'll have time for a few more words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not say any-thing in your letters about Justine Katheryn or Luella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you don't have the spare time you thought you surely would have there.  Guess you're as busy as Katheryn said you would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you would ans. some of my questions; and I think you ought to write a card or something to Mrs. Whitsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you and Katheryn decided anything about your winter coats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you surely do fine about getting up in the A.M.  Guess you've found out "O'tis fine to get oop in the marnins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, how do you like it there any how?  When any one asks me, I hardly know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110857531688445336?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110857531688445336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110857531688445336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857531688445336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857531688445336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-25-1919-from-mamma.html' title='September 25, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110857592902197623</id><published>2005-02-16T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:45:29.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 23, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Tues. A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am washing this A.M.  Haven't time to write but don't like to have a letter go with out saying a "bit" my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if you would get a bottle of castor-oil and take a table-spoonful for two mornings, it would be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; thing you could do for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderfully well&lt;/span&gt; pleased with their teacher.  Ruth and Lloyd could not say enough.  Clark didn't say much, but I can see he is pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did lots of work yesterday. Don't know whether I'll be able to do as much today or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark rec'd a letter from Richard yesterday.  He said you told him you didn't like your French teacher.  I let Ruth address your letter and she add[ressed] it to you at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blooming&lt;/span&gt;, Ind.  I must change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may go to Bluffton fair tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine's brother &amp; sister go to our school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must close and go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;health&lt;/span&gt;, better take that oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written this in such a hurry I am afraid you'll never get it read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110857592902197623?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110857592902197623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110857592902197623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857592902197623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857592902197623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-23-1919-from-mamma.html' title='September 23, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110857470237772888</id><published>2005-02-16T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:36:23.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 23, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>5:30 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;September 23, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you will have a rather hard time to catch up with your answers unless you wait and make a "two in one". I was quite relieved however to get your answer last. Really I do not want you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; me yet, as you were wondering. I have reformed somewhat and last Sunday evening I worked math [and] stayed snugly in bed. It even rained too much for me to go to church or Sunday School. You want to know what the fellow looked like. I guess I did not like his looks, even tho he was handsome. Dreams are not always specific. I have had peaceful slumber lately. Ha, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spoke of Piper City and that reminded me that I noticed a five-dollar bill the other day made to the First National Bank of Piper City, Ill. A remarkable coincidence, n'est-ce pas? I guess I'll have to get some candy out of it sometimes. So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from Alva today. He said the Linn girls surprised him to a very great extent. He also said that Clark came to Sunday School in "some boat" of a Ford, and that they lost both banners despite the fact that such things happened. I find it necessary to postpone my writing for awhile in order to eat. I do not see how you can live so well and not eat hardly anything. Mr. Stafford and I bought a peck of apples from the University yesterday for between-times. His mother could not make the cookies in time. So alas! I am going. (Back O.K.) Purdue had a big "pep" session this P.M. at 4:00. Nearly all the co-eds were out also, and we had some enthusiastic time. Last night the Frosh and Sophs came very nearly getting into a battle. I was not out but heard about it all right. Just the same there are over 1200 &lt;a href="http://web.ics.purdue.edu/%7Ejoannieg/week6.html"&gt;green caps&lt;/a&gt; and only 5 or 600 Sophs. The famous &lt;a href="http://web.ics.purdue.edu/%7Ejoannieg/week6.html"&gt;Purdue Bell&lt;/a&gt; was in the parade this afternoon. I shall send you an Exponent or two containing a picture of it you will thus be more able to form your good (?) opinion of our big university. I have class work from 8:00 to 4:00 tomorrow so I shall have to prepare some studies. I hope I am not taking too much of your time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110857470237772888?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110857470237772888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110857470237772888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857470237772888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857470237772888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-23-1919-from-richard.html' title='September 23, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110857448797539284</id><published>2005-02-16T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:23:13.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 22, 1919, From Ruth</title><content type='html'>Geneva Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Sept 22, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was full of experence [sic] for me and I guess for Lloyd and Clark. There are 51 in the High School. I like or [sic] new teachers just fine and I guess all the rest do too. They are up to date. the subjects I take are: English, algebra, domestic Science, and General science. there are 30 or more pupils in G.S. In that class there are most or all the seniors, all the Juniors, and all the Freshmen. There are 35 pupils in Lloyd's room. Lloyd likes his teachers just fine. I think they have the best set of teachers. Mr. Willis is trying to get a talking machine of some kind for the whole school. Mr. &amp; Mrs. Willis were trying to get an orchestra. We are going to have Physical Exercise down in the old Physics room. They have organized the Hartford L. Betterment Association in H.S. Clark is president, Daniel Hoffman is Vice President, Ida Glendenning is Secretary, Victor Eicher is Assestent [sic] S and Mr. Neusbaum (I suppose done of Trustee) Treasur[er]. They have painted the barn red and trimmed white the girls toilet (I suppose the boys too) have raised the floor about two feet and have put in better stools. You have to go up three steps after you get in the toilet room and also have a railing when you go up the steps. It seems so queer. Mamma did not wash today but after I came home mamma and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cleaned the up stairs&lt;/span&gt;. Mamma also made some donuts, and three pies and also did the churning. It rained and rained yesterday. We went to Sunday School in the Ford in hardest of rain. We took Mr. Whitsel and Wilma. Mamma went along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Josephine, Lucile, and Robert. I don't know of anything more to say. O, Mrs. Willis is a very good writer. That's all. I am so sleepy. It is nine o'clock. Mamma just gapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  We got all new dinner pailes [sic].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110857448797539284?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110857448797539284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110857448797539284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857448797539284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110857448797539284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-22-1919-from-ruth.html' title='September 22, 1919, From Ruth'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110825679057259022</id><published>2005-02-12T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T16:45:02.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 21, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Ind. Sep. 21--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; may be I can tell you a little more than about the ordinary routine.  You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; guess who came to spend the P.M. so I may as well tell you right now. Guess Clark felt some what lonesome as it was rainy and dark and dreary, so he said he'd go over and get Roland, in the "new-old" auto. Then Ruth said bring Janette and Lloyd said bring Leslie but to my surprise he brought Dorothy and Janette, besides Roland. She said she was almost afraid you'd be mad because she didn't come sooner when you were at home. I told her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be any how, for we were feeling kind of lonesome any way. Of course Clark was in his glory for he had some company he liked &amp; he began immediately (of course) to entertain. He and Roland made cocoanut fudge and it was real good. Put coloring (red) in it too. Then we gave them all the muskmelons they could eat then we talked about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; school, sewing, music, Nebraska &amp; rattle snakes and the class party Clark is to have next month. Dorothy will help in the program. Did you know that she has been giving music lessons all summer? Had 19 pupils. Will give only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat&lt;/span&gt; now.  she took some of your Etudes home with her.  I also gave her your picture. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all&lt;/span&gt; had a fine time and hope they had as good.  They have bought a new "ford".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa sold the male lambs.  Got 12¢ per lb.  They brought $61.55 thought I'd tell you this while I thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; went to S.S. this A.M. So you see I can give you a report of that too. Emil taught. There were the two Felber boys &amp; Bertha, Maizy, the preacher's son, Clark &amp;amp; Alva, Clark said Emil did O.K. I told Maizy she looked lonesome and she said she felt that way too. Bertha left immediately after S.S. was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. &amp; Mrs. Whitsel have just been up to spend the eve. I was going to write a long letter; but so much of the time is gone that I'll have to go to bed soon. When you ask Wilma who drives the Billy Haynes she says Richard Glendenning just as plain as any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to send you that calendar Clark has spoken of for the class party. I forgot I'd told you that once before. Guess I'm too sleepy to write now. Who have [you] heard from besides me? Or rather who have [you] written to. Remember, if you do not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; you need not expect to hear from any one. Be sure &amp; write to Velma, Dorothy, Irene Anderson, Bertha, Josephine &amp;amp; a few boys in the S.S. class. Believe Alva would be a good correspondent. Yes send &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; card anyhow to Leona L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must quit.  Papa is going to get up early &amp; this is the Bluffton Fair week.  We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mamma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110825679057259022?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110825679057259022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110825679057259022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110825679057259022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110825679057259022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-21-1919-from-mamma.html' title='September 21, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110825559227312956</id><published>2005-02-12T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:46:32.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 21, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 12:30 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;September 21, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received your second chapter Saturday A.M. just as I had to go out to drill at eleven.  So you see I had something to look forward to at the end of the drill period, and after dinner also.  You see, here at Purdue we have school on Saturday forenoon, and drill five times per week.  You wrote a very delightful and interesting letter; and I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anxious&lt;/span&gt; to see what your next one contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote you the truth anyway, but you still doubt my statements.  I should think you would be tired of hearing me always assuring you and giving you complimentary views.  I am very glad to do it if it pleases you, so just ask all the questions you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, at Purdue, we have dinner at one o'clock, so I guess it will be necessary for me to finishing [sic] writing this letter later in the afternoon.  I am not going to do anything else then or this evening for that matter.  Mr. Stafford (yes), my room-mate, went home yesterday so I am here alone.  He lives only twenty-five miles away.  his aunt is dangerously ill also, and a day or two ago he got a telegram summoning he and his sister home.  Stafford is a nice fellow and promised to bring back some cookies to eat.  Ha, ha!  He is going to take me along out home with him sometime too.  Well, I must get ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from dinner!  We had chicken, two kinds of potatoes, beans, lettuce salad, gravy, cranberry sauce, iced tea, ice-cream and coke.  I think I told you I boarded at Miss Baker's, an "old maid", for the regular sum of six hundred cents per week.  Where do you eat?  You said once that you thought you could eat there at your house.  That is very handy, indeed.  I believe Luella said she was eating at the cafeteria, which was so crowded.  I am objectionable to any waiting in line for my meals like that, for it is very much like army style.  They have three cafeterias here and the boys (girls too) sometimes line up clear out into the street in order to get to eat at noon.  I ate up town there for a while but only until they got an opening for me at a club.  It costs me very much to board at a restaurant too.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me whether I liked Purdue better than Indiana. I.U. has a friendlier school spirit or rather social air, while that at Purdue is very snappy and business-like.  There is lots of difference between the two schools in regard to college atmosphere in general, and it would naturally be expected when one considers the purpose of each school.  An acquaintance is not easily made here.  This is too large a place and there is too much to do.  Yet, I met an old friend from I.U. last evening upon the streets of LaFayette who said that Indiana has about twenty-five hundred students this year.  This fellow is Heimlich and he is working for the LaFayette paper.  Says he is going back to I.U. next year if possible, because, although he does not attend school here he does not like it near so well as your school.  It is very lonesome here in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some respects&lt;/span&gt;, but I like the place very well despite all the trouble I have had. Just yesterday I had to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; new schedule made out.  And by the way, an Ag. course is just as hard or harder than any course that old I.U. puts out.  That is there is so much more work to do, in the same amount of time.  For myself I prefer Purdue.  But it all depends to a great extent which course one likes to pursue.  I have an interesting one, and perhaps one that will broaden a man more than any other one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two hundred eighty-two women at Purdue.  One hundred five are freshmen, the majority taking Science.  Four girls are taking ag.  Last year the first woman Ag. student graduated from the school.  You never thought of doing that did you.  Anyway I do not see that it is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proper&lt;/span&gt; thing for a girl to take.  As a school for girls, if they wish to take science I believe it would do all right; but for some reason many people think this place is bad enough for boys let alone girls.  These people however do not know exactly what they are talking about perhaps.  If a man or woman wishes to lower himself or herself to any phase of bad living they will do it regardless of conditions and environments.  Influences and circumstances have a powerful effect upon people just the same, but they are to blame also for certain things.  The school itself, whether it be of science, technology or agriculture, is perfectly fine and efficient, holding a higher standard of scholarship and moral than I.U.  It is the life outside that has the bad effect and the college is not to blame.  Some of the fraternities and sororities are not ranked very highly.  A person is all right and almost free from any influence whatsoever if he is with a good bunch.  The social rules here are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absent&lt;/span&gt; when one compares them with those of Indiana.  Dates are free anytime and all that, but the girls have to get by with their work or get kicked out of the school.  So there you have a little sketch of my idea of Purdue, the "gold and black".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were here you could have a date &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anytime&lt;/span&gt; you wished if, for there are enough boys, it is true.  The dean of women (Shumaker [Ernestine Shoemaker]) is a very nice old lady.  "I do not see what it is that they can see" but I suppose that I could get in on a few dates here if I chose to do so.  a fellow wanted to get me a co-ed for Thursday night in order to go along with he and his girl to a social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls do not interest me very much at Purdue to tell the truth.  Alot of them have kind gentle appearances however, but they are as a rule not blessed with an over supply of good looks.  I may be a pessimist though, or in a rut fallen.  Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not mean to say you could see Miss Wood in person.  It would never do, but you can see her picture.  I found the film at last.  Ha, ha!  She is teaching at her home somewhere, I guess.  I don't know what has become of her and she has my last and best regards of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to take up too much of your time so I suppose I cannot tell you very much about &lt;a href="http://www.halcyondaysmusic.com/covers/august2002/theredlantern.JPG"&gt;the Red Lantern&lt;/a&gt;.  Nayimova [&lt;a href="http://www.silentsaregolden.com/photos2/allanazimova.html"&gt;Alla Nazimova&lt;/a&gt;], a Chinese woman, was the star and the place was in the orient during the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boxer_Rebellion"&gt;Boxer uprising&lt;/a&gt;.  It was thrilling, dramatic and tragical, for she drank poison in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot depends upon you whether we meet before Christmas.  I would like to come to Bloomington very much sometime.  I can make five connections but it costs six fifty-four.  May be I'll drop in some day anyway to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and all the others that I know.  Please do not get homesick.  The beginning is always bad, but it soon gets better.  Keep smiling and go on.  How od you suppose I feel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your French prof?  I hope my sisters are treating you fine.  Will have to write some later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110825559227312956?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110825559227312956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110825559227312956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110825559227312956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110825559227312956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-21-1919-from-richard.html' title='September 21, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110825128590841615</id><published>2005-02-12T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T18:34:45.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 19, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home, Sep. 19--‘19 Fri. P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt;, well, we are doing our best, anyhow I am.  Lloyd said he might, but was waiting for something to happen.  You must remember you haven't been gone a week yet, and here I am writing to you the third time.  I know I can never keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth is hemming some wash-cloths for you.  I[n] case you should get a cold you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;use them in your room for hkfs [handkerchiefs].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think Ruth has lost any of her weight yet, as she still resembles the "little baby mom".  Yesterday she was just finishing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good sized&lt;/span&gt; melon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;herself and she said "well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; is not enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. W. said to tell you that she told Wilma the other evening that you had gone away off to school then W. just layed [sic] there &amp; called "Esther, Esther come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men have been busy all day fa[...]ing the wheat for seed with the new mill and Warren &amp;amp; Lloyd have been terribly excited, especially so, because Clark moved Charlie (the engine) out to the barn to run the mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chicken for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you have rec'd about two letters from by this time. Seems to me the mail is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; slow getting here from there.  Yes, I wish you had sent your watch home.  Is it too late yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have imagined your rooms almost exactly as you drew them.  What is the matter with your French teacher?  Is it a man or woman and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; don't you like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to seed the mangos and put them in brine this eve.  Did not go to the preacher's reception last night.  Papa was so tired from cutting corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss the piano?  How are your head aches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be my next letter will be more interesting, as it is, I have not been off the place since you left and no one has been here but Mrs. W.  Haven't even been rung up on the ‘phone.  I must close and hunt for those rubbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be some one else will write the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take good care of your health &amp; write when you have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love--from Mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, washcloths &amp;amp; rubbers &amp; this letter leave here this A.M. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your card came yesterday noon &amp; have ans. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;.  Clark will write when those pictures come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110825128590841615?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110825128590841615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110825128590841615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110825128590841615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110825128590841615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-19-1919-from-mamma.html' title='September 19, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824972914526730</id><published>2005-02-12T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T18:08:49.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 19, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;West Lafayette, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;September 19, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probable that you never will catch up with your answers to my letters, considering the rate I am going.  Usually I have classes from eight to three o'clock solid, which no doubt is more than you can boast of.  Just the same I hope they do not work either one of us too hard and consequently retard our very happy correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, why didn't you try to "get in" with Miss Powder Puff and endeavor to make a sorority?  I have seen Miss P.P. already and she surely is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.  You could then get out into society, dance, and meet all the sweet frat. men.  Of course I might then be a back number myself, but I would do even that for you, under certain conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have not spoken of Miss Baker?  How do you like old I.U.?  Have you any difficult work or studies?  French or Spanish?  Do you get good eats and lots of them?  Like kandy?  Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to think that I did very well to go to the Methodist Sunday School on my first Sunday at Purdue.  What will you think when I tell you that I had a "date" with a girl the first Sunday evening at Purdue?  It's a bad start surely, or well?  We went in a machine for a little drive out to the old Tippecanoe Battleground and around through Delphi.  Got in early tho, at eleven.  Ha!  This business was thru the kindness and courtesy of L.J. Stafford.  Everybody tries to lead me off.  See?  And although there are only four girls taking agriculture, two of them sit next to me in classes.  I'll surely have to watch my step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to this, I dreamed in a dream the other night that you were married to another fellow, had a baby even, lived out in a valley somewhere, (Sleepy Hollow, I guess) and were unhappy but willing to stick by him.  In order to satisfy me some you invited me to your home.  I was very sad and unhappy, and woke up; much to my relief of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In answer to your questions, I do not think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;, that you are so strangely terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Please don't you forget the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next installment&lt;/span&gt; to that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last letter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824972914526730?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824972914526730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824972914526730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824972914526730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824972914526730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-19-1919-from-richard.html' title='September 19, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824437753279384</id><published>2005-02-12T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T17:20:51.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 19, 1919, From Virginia Carmichael</title><content type='html'>Bloomington, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;September 19, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Munro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been notified by Miss Wells that you are to enter Indiana University this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in Bloomington? If not, I am sure there will be many questions which you will want to ask. This year we are trying to make things a little easier for Freshmen. We are going to have a committee at the station to meet the Freshmen and answer any of their questions. When will you arrive in Bloomington? I am afraid that I shall not be able to meet you, but I wish you would call me up (phone 288) as soon as you get to your room. I shall try and come to see you and see that you do not have such a difficult task in matriculating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please write me and ask any questions which you feel you should like to have answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Carmichael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ed.:  The following letter from Agnes E. Wells, Dean of  Women, was enclosed in the envelope.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/2885/800/1919-09-19SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/2885/120/1919-09-19SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824437753279384?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824437753279384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824437753279384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824437753279384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824437753279384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-19-1919-from-virginia.html' title='September 19, 1919, From Virginia Carmichael'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824863456167898</id><published>2005-02-12T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:07:14.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 17, 1919, From Ruth</title><content type='html'>Geneva, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 17, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;(Home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not get your letter until today noon. I have been telling mamma it seems so queer to find your side of the bed not touched. Mamma and I both say that we ought to find you in the bedroom a sewing. Mamma and I worked awful hard Monday. Mamma said she wanted to go right to sleep as soon as she went to bed. We went out and picked the beans we've been so longing to pick, that evening. Clark and Papa came home at some where around ten o'clock. Oh, Mrs. Whitsel milked Beauty cow Monday while papa was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did every speck of the ironing and mamma put up some kind of tomato stuff. I forget now. I took Wilma on my lap to show her pictures. We cam across a baby. I asked her what its name was and she said , "Wilma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma to day can[n]ed nine and ½ quartes [sic] of the best tomato soup. It had all the seasonings in it butter and all. Also mamma backed [sic] bread and it turned out fine. Mr. Whitsel in cutting corn to-day cut his leg. Wasn't that luck. Papa wanted him to come to the house and have it fixed up but he only tied a handkerchief around it and went on with his work. Justice came just a few minutes ago with a Ford that we might buy. Lloyd is all excited about it. Warren told me to write his letter for him. He is so sleepy. When Papa and Clark came home the windshield was broken of[f] at the dividing part and one tire was flat and the iner toob [sic] was all in shreds. Mamma and I are fighting right now. Don't you hear me squeal? Mamma has been making all kinds of faces to-day. Papa is writing a check of $250 for the ford. They put of[f] the shower for the preacher until tomorrow evening. Mamma said if all of us were going we would take two old hens. Mamma has gone to bed what do you think of that. I have just got done gapping. I think I had better go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-night&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Clark has been running the Ford taking short trips (Sept 18 it is now 25 min. after ten.) Mamma is going to can some more catsup. I have stopped in the middle of my mopping to write this. This morning when I came down stairs Papa was eating his breakfast and mamma was no where in sight. Then I ate mine and Warren dressed and ate his. I waited quite a while after that pretty soon mamma came out and said she felt sick to her stomach. She didn't have much of a breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824863456167898?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824863456167898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824863456167898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824863456167898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824863456167898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-17-1919-from-ruth.html' title='September 17, 1919, From Ruth'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824635477629946</id><published>2005-02-12T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T17:12:34.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 17, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Home, Sep. 17--‘19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth and I have under taken the pleasure of answering your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; letter.  Tho' really I do not know how we can fill up these big pages, for so little has taken place since you left home.  I have been making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; catsup and T. soup.  This last batch of soup is the best I have made and I think it is because I had the butter to put in it.  I am tempted to make more especially for you.  Do you think you would make use of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks got home so much sooner than I had expected they would.  20 min. of ten I believe.  All four of us had got in our bed and I had just taken a nap when the car came in.  I was not looking for them before 1 o'clock any how and would not have been surprised if they had not come home till some time the next A.M.  Clark showed me the inner tube and it looked like an old rag.  They also jarred the wind-shield loose; other than that they had no mishaps.  Am glad your trunk came so soon.  When did the girls get theirs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  say!  When Clark and papa came home, Clark was driving and when he got to the lane he forgot to drive in.  Had to back up to come in after papa reminded him.  He said he knew where he was, but "go" had been on his mind so long, that that was all he seemed to know.  He said if papa had not spoken to him he believed he would have gone on to Geneva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man has just driven in to sell us his old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ford&lt;/span&gt;.  Lloyd is fairly standing on his head when he isn't in the air altogether.  Lloyd's toys have not come yet, but your dress pattern came the day you left.  What shall I do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Witsel was making tomato soup today.  When she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canned&lt;/span&gt; her tomatoes she mixed yellow &amp; red.  I don't know if she did that when she made soup or not.  Wouldn't it make a queer looking soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth did the ironing.  (Well!  I didn't know I'd got to he end of my paper.  Tho't I had another page.  Well, I'll get used to this (top) before you get home.  Ruth is making fun of my letter.  R. just told me what she wrote &amp; I believe our letters are very much alike.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe if I were you I would send home all the soiled handkerchiefs you have on hands when you send your first lot of dirty clothes home, but between times wash them out by hand, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unless&lt;/span&gt; your bundles come home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; far apart.  But I should think during the warm weather you would need to send clothes home as often as once in two weeks anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will hunt up your rubbers and send them to you soon.  Be sure to send those cards to your friends b4 you get right down to business, am afraid you'll forget it or feel that you're too busy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will have that "reserved-no confident" feeling like you were in Piper?  I can't help but miss your telling all about your school, the "little things" you know.  What is the name of the woman where you lodge?  Will you have clothes enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I must close or mail-man will be gone before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love--from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824635477629946?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824635477629946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824635477629946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824635477629946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824635477629946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-17-1919-from-mamma.html' title='September 17, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824780000178543</id><published>2005-02-12T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:07:47.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 16, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>Sept. 16, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I ever had the unobjectionable pleasure of receiving two letters from you at once. Please do not hesitate to write to me just because you know Kathryn of Luella is writing, because your mail is just as heartily welcome. In fact I read yours first and my sisters do not usually tell any news in their letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; you did say in that letter you wrote Sunday evening and mailed at Muncie? I presume you have recalled that you might possibly have said something that betrayed your true feeling or attitude towards me? And your timidity makes you feel that you do not want me to know it? I think even more of you for saying what you did; even tho you do not remember it now. You must censor your letters very severely if you consider holding back one like that. Sleepiness is all right sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that pitiless third Sunday in July when I played the reckless game with girls' hearts! You recall my past record with ease, but your knowledge is not complete, quite. Two weeks later when you and I went along to Rome City, she (Miss wood) had asked me over for a date. I told her that I was going up to the lakes then; and she later said she hoped I had a good time. I did. Esther would you like to see her? And if you knew how I spent my first Sunday evening at Purdue! You need not worry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; however, as I am still feeling right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I wish I could have been at home last Sunday. I am not getting to bed much earlier. Last night (Mon.) I &amp; Mr. Stafford went to see "&lt;a href="http://www.afi.com/members/catalog/AbbrView.aspx?s=1&amp;amp;Movie=17476"&gt;the Red Lantern&lt;/a&gt;" of which you were telling me. Tonight I am going to a freshman reception at the Judging Pavilion. So you see, no matter where I'm at, I am busy at something when I should be sleeping like a good little boy should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that you are not homesick while at I.U. It is a very interesting place to study, "campustry" included in the studies of course. You surely had a fine way to get to Bloomington, and you even got to register without much difficulty on the same day. I am very glad to hear that House looks natural, also. If he saw this school once he would change some of his ideas. This is a real school for anything that makes a man fitted for his business. It is large, beautiful and has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; defined purpose. Jumping from I.U. into snappy Purdue is no joke. A liberal arts school is very far distant from the rel life. It is too much ideal and cultured to be classed with my present "affliction".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not getting settled very well yet and I have been here just one week. Yesterday I had to go around to the office and get an entirely new class schedule made out. You see I am partly Sophomore and some freshman, so that a mixed schedule is some bother. It's not much use however for I shall have to spend four years here yet anyway according to the present outlook. I have biology, Mathematics, Agronomy 2, Agronomy 21, animal Husbandry 4, Poultry, and field artillery drill. Of the five letters I got today one was from the war department here summoning me over for something like a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing that I were home in order to get something good to eat, like watermelons for instance. Ha, ha! I just got back from supper. A club at 6 per. This is a great town to spend cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to have you use your new watch I wish you would tell me how old this letter is when it reaches you. It is now 7:00 o'clock P.M. Tuesday. I wish you happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824780000178543?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824780000178543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824780000178543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824780000178543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824780000178543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-16-1919-from-richard.html' title='September 16, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824551723191490</id><published>2005-02-12T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:58:37.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 15, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>September 15, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure then that I can trust you in whatsoever it may be; but you do try to make yourself a stranger to me, don't you?  I can hardly tell how to receive you and your ways. Just the same I am going to learn you better yet, or fail entirely.  "So now you have my opinion on that subject".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very glad to get your letter, and for writing, you deserve this one.  I am sure.  Of course I shall be anxious to get that other short one that is due.  I do not remember whether my ears burned or not, but I suppose they did, especially since you were talking with another fellow about me.  something would be sure to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Luella say that she was glad that everything was so dreadfully quiet?  I surely did keep things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; but my sisters have my love despite their attitude.  However I do not suppose she meant that which is not actually the case.  And I should be interested in knowing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what kind&lt;/span&gt; of a girl is going to take care of you at school.  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;?  I wonder if you have decided to accept her aid.  Y.W.C.A?  Did you tell them you taught S.S.?  Ha, that reminds me of yesterday, Sunday.  I went to S. school and church.  I may say here that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;started in&lt;/span&gt; well for it being my first Sunday at Purdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to tell you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; by letter, Esther, or shall I postpone all good and bad news that I have until I see you again?  What do you want me to write, my life at Purdue and the school itself, or just answer your questions?  I think that, if in your next letter, you answer all I have asked, then there will not be much space for anything else.  This letter ought to reach you in the midst of your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824551723191490?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824551723191490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824551723191490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824551723191490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824551723191490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-15-1919-from-richard.html' title='September 15, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824400845063486</id><published>2005-02-12T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:51:26.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety street&lt;br /&gt;W.(est) La Fayette Ind.&lt;br /&gt;September 11, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be surprised to get another letter from me so soon, but I hope you will pardon me if it is not all right. There hardly ever was a time when I, myself, did not welcome a letter from someone and especially you. However I do not ask you by any means to keep up with my pace. I imagine this will be my last letter to you until you reach I.U. The first few days you spend at the school will no doubt make you feel very blue, and if so, then will be the time to receive cheerful letters. Registration, enrollment and trying to find your proper schedule in its proper place is a very discouraging proposition and a person certainly regrets at that time that he ever went away to college. However, as in all things, the situation will become more enjoyable or grow worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had one grand (?) time to get started here at this new school. There is so much red tape connected with it all, and this is such a large school that it reminds me of the army. In speaking about the army, I shall soon be a soldier again. This time a member of the Field Artillery. This also will be my last year of compulsory military training. From Indiana University I get credit here for Freshman English 1 &amp; 2, Chemistry 1&amp;amp; 2, and a year's work of drill in the R.O.T.C. The 1 and 2 stands for the 1st and 2nd semester, or a term of school. It will in all probabilities take me four years to take all my work here. I had hoped not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be very glad if I can be of any help to you in choosing your work at I.U. If you should take Home Economics there and intend to come to Purdue next year, then it would be advisable to take French as your Romance Language. You could get credit for it here and I am not sure about Spanish. They would not give me credit for any without making me take another year. I would not do it so I guess I lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best of luck I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824400845063486?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824400845063486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824400845063486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824400845063486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824400845063486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-11-1919-from-richard.html' title='September 11, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824350431806979</id><published>2005-02-12T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:25:04.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 9, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>148 Sheety Street&lt;br /&gt;La Fayette, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;September 9, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more it is necessary for me to express my thoughts to you by writing.  How I sometimes wish that I could be with you always!  Perhaps you may have thought I did from the way I stayed last night or so.  Yet I can not easily tell a girl like you what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 9:00 o'clock and I have been at Purdue six hours. Would you believe me if I told you that I felt a little sleepy.  Ha, ha!  And I am thinking of you at the party, also.  I'll wager my green cap that I will beat you to bed for once, tonight.  They are wearing them here at Purdue.  Ha, but I see where I may have to wear one for a while.  And the appropriate one will have a yellow button on top, with a very short visor.  It is rumored that the yellow button stands for the agricultural students and the red for the engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you think that I have rather low ideals for choosing agriculture as my course here?  It is all that I care very much about doing, so I am going to try it.  Old I.U. taught me a few things and I have learned the rest by experience, what little I have had.  You have never been very well informed yet about what my plans were.  I can not quite explain why I act so unless it is because I do not feel on intimate enough terms with you.  Or because I fear to intrust anything in your possession.  May I feel safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled all the way from Portland with a Shimp whom I was acquainted with.  He is almost 22 and is here to just begin.  My room-mate is a Sophomore "Ag" student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes and write soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824350431806979?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824350431806979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824350431806979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824350431806979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824350431806979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-9-1919-from-richard.html' title='September 9, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824224040459762</id><published>2005-02-12T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:11:15.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>September 4, 1919, From Mamma</title><content type='html'>Thurs. P.M. (4 o'clock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear E--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; letter came this noon and as you want those questions answered soon, I'll write this P.M. and send this to town this eve, then I suppose it will leave tomorrow by seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearest town to which papa was born was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Salle,_Illinois"&gt;La Selle&lt;/a&gt; [sic] Ill. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt; of those diseases would be considered common in papa's or my family unless it would be rheumatism (in mine) and indigestion, while the different relatives have had more or less of those diseases, they are not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you would find 6 o'clock a good hour to get up at.  Yes you did fine, now if you can only go to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry you girls took so much of Kathryn &amp; Luella's time for enrolling. Am afraid it may hinder them from getting to take some of the studies they wished to take. Well Sat. &amp;amp; Sun. are not far off. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt; when you get the chance. Mrs. W., Wilma &amp; Clark took a ride around the farm in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new old&lt;/span&gt; Ford this A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your watch fixed as soon as you can for you'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried Ruth's gingham dress on her this P.M. It is tight now. She &amp; I were having a big laugh over her being so big when I heard some one come in. Thought it was Clark, was going to tell him to go down &amp;amp; borrow Mrs. Whitsell's pattern for Ruth, may it would be big enough. But it was Mrs. W--. herself. So I told &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; any how, and when she saw how tight R. could make it look she couldn't help but laugh good, &amp; said may be it wouldn't be big enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will close now as Clark &amp;amp; Mr. Whitsel are going to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What dresses have you been making use of.  Could you have used the reading lamp, &amp; can you use the iron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like the girls who room in that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious to drive down there before cold weather sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love, from&lt;br /&gt;Mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ed.:  The following scrap of paper was tucked into the envelope.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/2885/800/1919-09-04RSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/2885/120/1919-09-04RSM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/2885/800/1919-09-04VSM.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/287/2885/120/1919-09-04VSM.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824224040459762?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824224040459762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824224040459762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824224040459762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824224040459762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/september-4-1919-from-mamma.html' title='September 4, 1919, From Mamma'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824086903625363</id><published>2005-02-12T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:41:09.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 25, 1919, From Catherine M. Christie</title><content type='html'>Decatur, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;June 25, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Munro,--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sending you, under separate cover, a little booklet recently published under the auspices of the Purdue Girls Club.  It was published for the benefit of the alumni who returned for commencement week.  I thought you might enjoy reading it as it will tell you quite a lot about Purdue.  Have you a Purdue Catalogue?  If not, write for one at the Registrar's Office, Purdue University, W. Lafayette, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious for you to come down so that I can "talk over Purdue" with you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sincerely, Catherine M. Christie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824086903625363?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824086903625363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824086903625363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824086903625363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824086903625363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/june-25-1919-from-catherine-m-christie.html' title='June 25, 1919, From Catherine M. Christie'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824049375821459</id><published>2005-02-12T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:34:53.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 10, 1919, From Clyde Romey to Zoie</title><content type='html'>415 S. Darling St&lt;br /&gt;Angola Ind&lt;br /&gt;June 10--19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Zoie--.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you and Muarry are the only two of us kids of "‘19" that aren't up here and as I wrote to him yesterday that I'd drop you a line and let you know I landed at Angola a week ago yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to College any this week--got the Hives--Went to the lake last Teus. [sic] and at first I thot they were mosquito bites, and then poison but when I saw a doctor he said "Hives"--not "Bee's" All 3 of us guys room a the same place--also feed our faces here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've not met all kind of fellow's here some from New Jersey, Vancouver, Hawaii, Philipines [sic], Ill. and Japan.  A guy from Hawaii rooms right here and he sure is jolly kid, only Heller says he's kinda afraid of the girls--Lulu's--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playin a little tennis, got a dandy court right across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well spose you are kinda lonesome since school is no more Eh?  And will be glad when you go tripping off to I.U.  This fall Eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats Brother Blake doin these days?  Thinkin of the time when we used to drink champagne--or letting it squirt all over him?  Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well must close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ‘dress is&lt;br /&gt;415 S. Darling St&lt;br /&gt;Angola Ind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde Romey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824049375821459?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824049375821459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824049375821459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824049375821459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824049375821459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/june-10-1919-from-clyde-romey-to-zoie.html' title='June 10, 1919, From Clyde Romey to Zoie'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110824003089582856</id><published>2005-02-12T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:27:10.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 10, 1919, From Lloyd Heller to Zoie</title><content type='html'>415 South Darling St.&lt;br /&gt;Angola Ind.&lt;br /&gt;June 10th 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Zoie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take time to write you a few lines to let you know I am still amongst the living.  I am in Angola now and everything is all O.K.  Well how is every thing coming around Geneva, just as usual I suppose.  I wish I were back there for a while especially for another junior reception or something like that.  Ha!  Ha!  Some time we did have that night.  I like the school up here just fine and Clyde and I have rooms just across from the college building, so it makes it nice for us.  You see we can sleep until late in the morning that way.  Although I don't sleep until eleven oclock like I did the morning after the reception.  I heard you made it on literature the last time you tried the teacher's exam.  Good for you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlie&lt;/span&gt; I will sure have to congratulate you on that.  Say Esther have you got your pictures from Berne yet and how are they?  I didn't get mine before I came up here and I think will get them when I come home the Fourth of July.  Say when answer my letter (if you ever do) send one of yours up here so I and Clyde will have one of our schoolmates to look at.  You get the point do you?  Of course, Zoie you understand what I mean if I do drink champagne once in a while.  Ha!  Well it is about time for my afternoon class, so I will close for this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Your old schoolmate&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd Heller.&lt;br /&gt;415 South Darling St.&lt;br /&gt;Angola Ind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ans soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110824003089582856?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110824003089582856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110824003089582856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824003089582856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110824003089582856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/june-10-1919-from-lloyd-heller-to-zoie.html' title='June 10, 1919, From Lloyd Heller to Zoie'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110823909162896436</id><published>2005-02-12T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:11:31.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 1, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>403&lt;br /&gt;June 1, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owing to the holiday on May 30, and the consequently very heavy mail Saturday, I had not the pleasure of receiving your letter until almost (Sat.) noon.  This is a very hot Sunday, in fact it is  warm, and I am wondering if your weather is so extremely uncomfortable also.  But I presume that you have (or have had) an opportunity to enjoy a car ride thru the breezy air of open country.  It is a most exquisite pleasure on such days as these and the chance of good fortune should be appreciated.  I was out in a big &lt;a href="http://www.ifrance.com/trombinoscar/1918-1919/cole1901.html"&gt;Cole&lt;/a&gt; the other evening and the event reminded me of course of days long since past and forgotten, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College life is a wonderful and valuable experience in which, life itself, knowledge, work, and romance are blended strangely together to give a person learning.  Learning is not an accumulation of facts, but the creative ability to make a relationship between facts.  There is produced a state of mind which is aloof from the incredible number of trifles and small frivolous affairs of so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;men &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;women&lt;/span&gt;.  Let us hope it (learning) produces good taste in as many things as is possible for as Ruskin, the great critic of architecture and social life, says; "&lt;a href="ttp://www.scholars.nus.edu.sg/landow/victorian/authors/ruskin/atheories/1.2.html"&gt;Good taste is a moral quality&lt;/a&gt;".  It is an expression of good or bad intellectual and moral qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry you had to stop your work in order to write to me; who by the way does not consider himself so very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you during vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110823909162896436?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110823909162896436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110823909162896436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110823909162896436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110823909162896436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/june-1-1919-from-richard.html' title='June 1, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110795362670636033</id><published>2005-02-09T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:53:46.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 26, 1919, From Lillian</title><content type='html'>Van Wert, Ohio,&lt;br /&gt;May 26, ‘19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you have received my card by this time, and am sorry it is necessary to write again, concerning your coming, but Wayne has the measles.  He first took sick last Thursday evening.  He is getting along all right and they are coming out thick.  We keep him upstairs in the sleeping porch.  If it is so you can come, and you're not afraid we want you to come anyway.  Just use your judgment about it.  We received a card from one of the neighbor boys.  There are eighty-three in the Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In haste,&lt;br /&gt;Lillian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110795362670636033?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110795362670636033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110795362670636033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110795362670636033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110795362670636033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-26-1919-from-lillian.html' title='May 26, 1919, From Lillian'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110795339930418353</id><published>2005-02-09T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:52:56.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 26, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>May 26, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received your pleasant letter on a fairly decent day, although I believe it did rain some Saturday. I must be peculiar when it comes to moods on a rainy day, for I feel just as happy. Perhaps it is because I rejoice in company that conforms to my own spirit. I think I should read the bible more and thus be able to find an explanation for anything. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; to Sunday School last Sunday (Dimanche dernier) Pres. Bryan, president of Indiana University, teaches the students' class. He is a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a fair day for me, but the end is not yet. Ha! I have some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very agreeable&lt;/span&gt; lessons for tomorrow and they are yet to be prepared. I am no longer a soldier, having received another discharge. No Military drill for me this summer. Ha! You guess? Hope you are having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110795339930418353?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110795339930418353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110795339930418353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110795339930418353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110795339930418353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-26-1919-from-richard.html' title='May 26, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110795416891328602</id><published>2005-02-09T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T08:11:02.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 23, 1919, From Richard</title><content type='html'>May 23, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have enough time to write to you before the six o'clock mail leaves the town; therefore you ought to receive my letter tomorrow, Saturday. I have been awfully busy! I suppose you have been also in the same circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thru with military drill for this term, and turned in our uniforms this afternoon. It was an exquisite pleasure. Yesterday was All-University day and as it rained most of the time it was not a complete success. The important thing which did take place was the &lt;a href="http://www.homepages.indiana.edu/082302/text/freshmen.html"&gt;Freshmen against Sophomores &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which was begun about 2:00 o'clock and ended fifteen minutes later. The battle of Jordan took place on the muddy field of Jordan and was a most desperate and thrilling fight. You can imagine the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mix-up&lt;/span&gt; when the shot was fired to start business. We Freshmen charged to start like Napolen's [sic] Cavalry at Waterloo, and it was a Waterloo for the "Sophs". One fellow had a shoulder dislocated and all came out of the fight as muddy as swine (?). I only lost a few buttons and got all muddy. You know it is a college tradition for the "Sophs" to try to "lick" the Freshmen. We simply over-whelmed them and enjoyed the procedure too. A part of the events of yesterday will take place tomorrow, only they will be more peaceful mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be worked very hard from now on by the teachers. I have to read Vanity Fair also yet. Ha, ha! And it is a novel without a hero. I am drifting towards the inevitable end so I shall check my pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to hear from you soon, I remain yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110795416891328602?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110795416891328602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110795416891328602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110795416891328602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110795416891328602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-23-1919-from-richard.html' title='May 23, 1919, From Richard'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110795308947245436</id><published>2005-02-09T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:44:49.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 19, 1919, From Luella</title><content type='html'>Indiana University&lt;br /&gt;Le dix-huit mai, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to write letters on Sunday?  Or is it the same as studying on Sunday?  I have not opened a book to-day.  A speaker who was here recently said we should be efficient enough to get our lessons before Sunday.  I never can study on Sunday no difference how hard I try--for my mind seems to be far away from my lessons.  That is what all college students say.  Something must take the power of concentration away from books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been to school since last Wednesday and I do not know when I am going back.  About all I have to do is to write letters.  I have been writing home every day and that takes up a great amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you been doing since school is out?  Do you not wish you had some of your high-school days over again?  You know when a person is in high school they are care free; after they are through high-school they are more responsible for themselves, especially if their folks are poor financially.  Though the best all around good people in college are those who work their way through college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fine motor ride this after noon.  It was certainly a lovely day for motoring.  The country is so beautiful for motoring or for hikes.  Though I have not taken so very many hikes so far.  It is no fun to go unless one has good company.  Good company can hardly spare a whole day off very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 11.15 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy all fore noon and have not done much either.  Have been looking for a dress pattern but I have not even decided upon that.  I did rid out my trunk--but it is almost full again and I have nothing in it either.  I do not see how a person will get every thing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire engine was out here while ago for a fire near but they got it out.  I do not know what caused it but it must have not amounted to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I got that camisole to [sic] large but probably if it is drawn up some and washed it will be all right.  For my part I do not like them large but most every one down here gets them large--of course they do not dare to fit tight at all.  I suppose you received lots of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not think Rev. Snider set a bad example for the Willing Workers?  They are taking it up any way.  There are seemingly bright prospects for some of the others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed I did not get any mail this fore-noon.  I am going to call Richard for he very likely received some for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are enjoying yourself instead of feeling lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiringly yours&lt;br /&gt;Luella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110795308947245436?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110795308947245436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110795308947245436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110795308947245436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110795308947245436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-19-1919-from-luella.html' title='May 19, 1919, From Luella'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110791017009545815</id><published>2005-02-08T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:49:30.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 19, 1919, From Richard (Includes Esther's Reply)</title><content type='html'>Bloomington, Ind.&lt;br /&gt;May 19, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you were expecting a letter from me today (Saturday); but circumstances have kept me from writing sooner. The sacrifice of time and spirit in doing so might have been the proper course. Still, I do not suppose that I trouble you very much, except when I present an enigma in some of the many different forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shall not explain any of my previous statements, for judging from your last letter they were harmless. Did you not say once that you were too honest? Perhaps you are too innocent, or too easily influenced also. I can assure you that from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your own&lt;/span&gt; estimation you are no know-nothing. Of course I shall not think so either.  It may be well that all I say is not transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had understood that Snider (Rev.) was not to be married until June. No doubt he surprised several. I wish I could congratulate Harry Cooper also. Marriage is a popular, interesting and mystic game to play. Since music is a part of the game, I may say that Mr. Piatos is a Filipino, who does not dwell here, but merely was visiting. Yes, we have a rather small orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very busy and shall be until the end of this term. There is so much to do that one is never idle. I attended an M.E. social (the I.U. students class) last night and had a very pleasant time. Tonite is a "mixer" for the unorganized students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aeroplane has just been in the town doing some clever flying for us. I think it has already returned home, wherever that might be. A big ball game is also on with Ohio State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that this letter meets with favor, I remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I shall be home a few days at least.  It is uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;R.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A rough draft of Esther's reply was enclosed in the envelope.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva Ind.,&lt;br /&gt;May 22, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since letters are an unsatisfactory means of arriving at an understanding I shall not say any thing more for the present about that "mystery".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You surely must be busy if you went to all the things you named besides keeping up with your regular work. How are you getting along with your violin lessons? Clark has been attempting to play a little bit on ours the last two or three days in order to take up some of his spare time this rainy weather. It has rained every day but Sunday. Do you get any more sunshine than we, I wonder. Doesn't it effect [sic] your nerves? (disposition) If we were to have such weather for long I'm afraid I'd be a regular bear. It was rainy at the class meeting. [The meeting] was at Bertha's last Tuesday evening. There wasn't a single car there, which is unusual for this country, considering the condition of the roads and the weather. There was a good crowd, more than I expected. I think every one had a good time. We "Unwilling Workers" are trying to find something we can do for Childrens Day. What we want is difficult to find. We want something that won't require much work or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; and yet will be nice and unusual. I mentioned a tableau but I don't know whether that would do or not. We may not give anything at all which would be satisfactory to the majority. Alva said if they only wanted a dime or a piece of cake we could easily give that but he didn't know of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-night Clark took Ruth to prayer meeting. Doesn't that surprise you? But there's a reason. Ruth's class is going to organize too, either before or after prayer meeting. I think it must be after its getting so late now and they haven't come back. And last evening he took me to choir practice although he had planned to go to the movies. He didn't want to go and neither did I but I had to meet some of the members of a committee. Everything I have done and every where I have been since school was out has been connected with Sunday School. The next class meeting will be at Martins probably on the ninth of June. We (the W.W. Class) talked of going to Hoagland some Sunday in time for S.S. and surprise Mr. Snider. June 8th was mentioned as a possible date. I don't think he is really married yet though I have heard that report, several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday our whole family took dinner at Amos Shoemakers. We had a good time. We played several games of croquet. The boys played one game that I thought they never would finish they spent so much time in argument over the rules and so forth. Maybe thats [sic] the way one is supposed to play, I never knew the rules well enough to have much to say. I am hoping we can have a better croquet ground this summer than last. You know how rough it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110791017009545815?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110791017009545815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110791017009545815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110791017009545815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110791017009545815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-19-1919-from-richard-includes.html' title='May 19, 1919, From Richard (Includes Esther&apos;s Reply)'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110823726197985971</id><published>2005-02-08T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:41:01.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 11, 1919, From Richard (Includes Esther's Reply)</title><content type='html'>403&lt;br /&gt;May 11, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Esther:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; letters, but I shall not wish that you stay up all night in order to write a letter to me, unless you think it is really important. I wish, however, that I could write you a longer letter once. No doubt you would be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Esther, your graduation must have been very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stormy&lt;/span&gt; all the way there. Starting Sunday, I suppose. Everything was calm and peaceful here Sunday evening. Not a drop of rain; or a single tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Junior Reception and Commencement night! You don't mean to say that the class sat on the stage alone and the curtain was raised when all were posed as so much stage decoration! You must surely be joking for once. I looked up your program and find that there was a march, so that strengthens my conviction. But then I believe Tressie said that in order to get to hear the exercises she stood up in the back of the room. Some impropriety &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; have happened. And what do you mean by this statement: "But I did carry one commencement night." Really you are getting "farther" and "farther" each day; or I am absent. It is nice however that you got paid well for graduating. Seven dollars and seventeen cents is not bad, apiece. What memento did your class leave the school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I remember the rifle practice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that Sunday&lt;/span&gt; in the timber. Gee, weren't we sinners? (Were you to S.S. today; I was not.) I wish I was out there shooting now; again. Since I have been down here, I have learned much more about the army than while in it. We had bayonet business the other day. Don't shudder, it is nice to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, did they use Clark's contraption to get the curtain up?  Ha, ha!  Pardon me, for it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; not be such a happy medium.  I am yet in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be too rude to you; but are Elizabeth and Laurence to be married on that trip, before or after? I would find great delight in being with you in Indianapolis or Bloomington, but it might be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't you think it would?  The conditions are questionable; in case it is a honeymoon trip.  I am speaking frankly to you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; when I say that I prefer different company, if I did get to go. One's associations must be like a ladder, and with the most emphasis placed upon the ideal which is on the higher step. But what I have run into saying is only connected indirectly with the subject of main interest to you, perhaps. On a whole I think the plan you propose is impractical, considering the conditions of us all. Please don't think I am a snob because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were so that you and I could motor to Bloomington. If you could, or should ever happen to come here I assure you that you should have a very pleasant time. And I also. I may not be here in June, however. Why, June is the month when matrimonial "barks" are launched, isn't it? The first thing I know I shall be drifting from &lt;u&gt;what&lt;/u&gt;? into the beautiful, shady lanes of romance.  Esther, are you romantic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to prepare an argument for Tuesday on the Philippine question of Independence. Tonight I have a date with a Filipino, for the sole purpose of achieving said debate. Ha. They are certainly cute, interesting people; and easily influenced along the lines of courtship. Last night Rush, Piatos and I with the aid of Conelly called up four girls (different) and proceeded to get stung thrice and very gladly received once. The idea was to play for them over the telephone. Rush &amp; Piatos play mandolins. You should hear our orchestra give its entertainment for the girls' special, beneficial amusement. House, the democrat, went home this week end. I am alone at present. With well wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still with Sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;This letter means what I intend; but there may be some obscurity.&lt;br /&gt;R.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A rough draft of Esther's reply was enclosed in the envelope.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geneva Ind.&lt;br /&gt;May 13, 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Richard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I will answer your last letter first. Can't you believe it when I say that the class sat on the stage when the curtain was raised and didn't march in at all? That is what actually happened. I know we had a "March" on the program but those programs were printed quite a while ago. We changed our plans after we found it would be almost impossible to march in. The class was not up there alone however for Mr. Neusbaum, Mr. Walker, Mr. Christian, the speaker, and the minister were there too. We hadn't expected all of them to be up there. Things didn't go according to our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked if Elizabeth and Lawrence were going to be married while on that trip to Indianapolis. No, I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;they will for some time but I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; any thing about it. I wish Elizabeth would and would invite me for I would like to see at least one wedding before I die. It might be inappropriate to say here that I heard on good authority that Harry Cooper was married. He was at S.S. Sunday with a girl I didn't know. When the services were over I asked who she was and was told she was his wife. Emil told Clark that Harry said they were married so I suppose it must be true. I think he is beginning married life pretty young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Snider started the marrying idea in that class, Harry Cooper took it up, now I wonder who will be next. Several of the members of the class are getting to be of an age where such things should not be surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you may not be in Bloomington in June.  Then may you after all be home this summer?  Or do you know yet definitely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I romantic? Some one else would probably be better able to tell than I. I think almost every one, no matter how practical they may appear ordinarily, have something romantic in their makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hear your orchestra. Are there just the three pieces in it? Who is Piatos? I don't remember of your ever mentioning that name before. I thought I knew the names of all who lived at the same house you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you didn't understand what I meant by saying , "But I did carry on Commencement night." I think it will all be perfectly clear to you though if you will ad an "e" to the "on". That changes the meaning a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as to the other letter. I didn't get it until Monday. I was somewhat surprised and very much puzzled as to just what you mean. I didn't answer it immediately because I thought I would probably get another letter from you to-day that might help enlighten me concerning the other. I will gladly explain or tell you what ever you want to know if you will just state plainly what. (Pretend I am in the primer class.) I have thought and thought and the more I think the less I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110823726197985971?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110823726197985971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110823726197985971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110823726197985971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110823726197985971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-11-1919-from-richard-includes.html' title='May 11, 1919, From Richard (Includes Esther&apos;s Reply)'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10329751.post-110790976705869033</id><published>2005-02-08T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:42:47.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 15, 1919, From Mrs. George Woodring</title><content type='html'>May the 15 1919&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend Esther when I received your announcement I was sick for I could not get to town am better, will send this with the greatest of love.  Buy what ever your fancy wants and remember me may your life be only sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Geo Woodring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10329751-110790976705869033?l=letters-to-esther.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/feeds/110790976705869033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10329751&amp;postID=110790976705869033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110790976705869033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10329751/posts/default/110790976705869033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letters-to-esther.blogspot.com/2005/02/may-15-1919-from-mrs-george-woodring.html' title='May 15, 1919, From Mrs. George Woodring'/><author><name>Shelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10251181538349476228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
