marriage?
No. 2: What do you mean when you say “I love you”?
I’m kind of blue right now, but I hold you very close to my heart. Take care, and I will write more some other day.
And I love you,
Eugene
October 18
Hello, my dearest Eugene,
Oh, what a day! I feel like I’ve been run through the mill. We had hay this evening—two loads of it. Dad drove the baler, dropping the hay on the ground. Betsy drove the team, while Don stacked the wagon. Rosanna and I pitched the bales up. There was so much trouble with the baler that we didn’t get the whole field done. Now our elevator isn’t working, so Don drove right into the barn, throwing the bales up to us in the mow by hand. Talk about work…dragging those bales around. Ugh!
Mom and Betsy helped in the haymow for a while, but Mom is older and Betsy is a young girl, so Don and I ended up doing the second load by ourselves. I guess I shouldn’t complain because the bales were lighter than they are sometimes.
Betsy and Larry received their report cards today. Betsy did really well, all A’s except for one B. Larry did exactly the opposite: Two D’s, and one F, the rest C’s. We were all very disappointed, the poor guy. He’s different from the rest of us, but I say that even if he isn’t so good at school, that doesn’t mean he won’t be a success in life. He takes a great interest in growing things, and I think he definitely will make a good farmer.
The preachers are having problems with James Yoder again, and this after everyone thought the problem with his Calvinist beliefs had been resolved. I could see when the ministers came downstairs last Sunday morning that something was bothering them. Bishop Enos called a members’ meeting after church. He said they hope to settle some of these points satisfactorily with James in the next two weeks.
Melvin’s wife told Mom that she has never pitied the ministers more. This seems to be a very hard case for everyone to handle. There are whispers going around that maybe the ministers aren’t handling things correctly, but I’ve decided for myself that I will definitely stand by the ministers. Also, I’ll try not to be hard on James or his family, and fast and pray for both.
Earlier in the afternoon, Mom and I drove up to visit Della at the hospital. She seems to be getting along fairly well. She had some sort of opening made in her stomach, like her brother Floyd did the other year, but at least she doesn’t have cancer. The problem was a blockage caused by an ulcer, whatever that is.
The mail service is a little twisted, I think. Today I received your cardand also a letter. But nevertheless I was glad for both. I just reread them. Thanks so much for the card.
I placed a letter in the mail today and would like to put this one out tomorrow, but I’ll wait till Wednesday, I think. That way you’ll get a longer letter.
Wednesday morning…
Here I am again. I want to hurry and finish this letter before the mailman goes. This is a very windy, cloudy, rainy, dreary morning, so maybe it’ll hurry up and get cold enough to snow.
Dad, Don, and Larry went to the Worthington livestock auction last night, taking two of our cows along. Neither was worth much. Now we are down to milking eight, but still have two heifers who should deliver their calves soon.
My mom picked up your mom yesterday morning. They went to Leann’s place for a coffee break, they said. The real reason was Mom wanted to pick up a quilt. I don’t know what your mom’s reasons for going were. Maybe she just wanted to visit.
Tonight the young folks have a gathering at Monroe’s to clean up, since he and his wife have purchased a new place.
We finally got the last load of hay in yesterday evening. Afterward, Rosanna, Betsy, Mom, and I were sitting in the living room resting, discussing, of all things, what names I want to give my children. Rosanna and Betsy were offering all kinds of suggestions. Suddenly Betsy said, “Wouldn’t Eugene
No. 2: What do you mean when you say “I love you”?
I’m kind of blue right now, but I hold you very close to my heart. Take care, and I will write more some other day.
And I love you,
Eugene
October 18
Hello, my dearest Eugene,
Oh, what a day! I feel like I’ve been run through the mill. We had hay this evening—two loads of it. Dad drove the baler, dropping the hay on the ground. Betsy drove the team, while Don stacked the wagon. Rosanna and I pitched the bales up. There was so much trouble with the baler that we didn’t get the whole field done. Now our elevator isn’t working, so Don drove right into the barn, throwing the bales up to us in the mow by hand. Talk about work…dragging those bales around. Ugh!
Mom and Betsy helped in the haymow for a while, but Mom is older and Betsy is a young girl, so Don and I ended up doing the second load by ourselves. I guess I shouldn’t complain because the bales were lighter than they are sometimes.
Betsy and Larry received their report cards today. Betsy did really well, all A’s except for one B. Larry did exactly the opposite: Two D’s, and one F, the rest C’s. We were all very disappointed, the poor guy. He’s different from the rest of us, but I say that even if he isn’t so good at school, that doesn’t mean he won’t be a success in life. He takes a great interest in growing things, and I think he definitely will make a good farmer.
The preachers are having problems with James Yoder again, and this after everyone thought the problem with his Calvinist beliefs had been resolved. I could see when the ministers came downstairs last Sunday morning that something was bothering them. Bishop Enos called a members’ meeting after church. He said they hope to settle some of these points satisfactorily with James in the next two weeks.
Melvin’s wife told Mom that she has never pitied the ministers more. This seems to be a very hard case for everyone to handle. There are whispers going around that maybe the ministers aren’t handling things correctly, but I’ve decided for myself that I will definitely stand by the ministers. Also, I’ll try not to be hard on James or his family, and fast and pray for both.
Earlier in the afternoon, Mom and I drove up to visit Della at the hospital. She seems to be getting along fairly well. She had some sort of opening made in her stomach, like her brother Floyd did the other year, but at least she doesn’t have cancer. The problem was a blockage caused by an ulcer, whatever that is.
The mail service is a little twisted, I think. Today I received your cardand also a letter. But nevertheless I was glad for both. I just reread them. Thanks so much for the card.
I placed a letter in the mail today and would like to put this one out tomorrow, but I’ll wait till Wednesday, I think. That way you’ll get a longer letter.
Wednesday morning…
Here I am again. I want to hurry and finish this letter before the mailman goes. This is a very windy, cloudy, rainy, dreary morning, so maybe it’ll hurry up and get cold enough to snow.
Dad, Don, and Larry went to the Worthington livestock auction last night, taking two of our cows along. Neither was worth much. Now we are down to milking eight, but still have two heifers who should deliver their calves soon.
My mom picked up your mom yesterday morning. They went to Leann’s place for a coffee break, they said. The real reason was Mom wanted to pick up a quilt. I don’t know what your mom’s reasons for going were. Maybe she just wanted to visit.
Tonight the young folks have a gathering at Monroe’s to clean up, since he and his wife have purchased a new place.
We finally got the last load of hay in yesterday evening. Afterward, Rosanna, Betsy, Mom, and I were sitting in the living room resting, discussing, of all things, what names I want to give my children. Rosanna and Betsy were offering all kinds of suggestions. Suddenly Betsy said, “Wouldn’t Eugene
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