A Letter Written on Aug 24, 1919

39 Baker Street,
Saranac Lake, N.Y.,
August 24, 1919.

Bub dearest,

You can just bet I was glad to get your nice long letter.

It sure is true, isn't it, that a farmer's work is never done. At least, you are always "at it" in your letters! But then when you add your apartment hunting and wanderings about the big city surely you are going some. However, I do wish you and your mother luck in apartment hunting. I hope you soon find what you want where it won't be necessary for you to shift the furniture about on pullies [sic] as you suggested!!!

Yep, dear, I'm waiting for your next letter to tell me what you think of Kathryn's picture. I promise I won't tell her.

You sure are a great kidder, aren't you, you villain!! I'm so angry!!! - I'm even going to tell Grace, old scout, what you asked me too [sic] in your letter. This shows the fickleness of you men! Oh, my soul!! [and she clasped herself in desperation!!!] Doesn't that sound dramatic?

You know, Bub dear, there is nothing like being needed immediately at ones [sic] new job. Just received a letter from Mrs. Falconer, head at Sleighton Farms, who wants both Dick Gidley and myself to come to Sleighton immediately. We are needed now!! - Friday at the latest. If I do leave here earlier I'll have to leave this Wednesday morning and will be in Yonkers Thursday night. Suppose I leave it that I will call you up when I get in Yonkers and then we can see when we can meet. How is that, O.K.? You see the difficulty with me is I'm waiting for word from Dick and she has not yet told me when she is going. We both are going "to Onct" [?] you know! We're to meet in N.Y. in the Big City - Dick never having been about there much alone!

Dad has decided that Kid is not to come down until the middle or latter part of September so you see she will have a few more weeks up here. Lucky kid I should say. It is just this time of year that it is most enjoyable up here.

Did I tell you that Mother and Father have decided to stay up here another winter? The doctor told Dad he could go home if he wanted but thought another few months up here, because of the last attack of flu he had, would make it that much better for him in the end.

Bubby dear, ask Ken for me how his new Sunday afternoon belle is? By the way, did Carl Danner [?] say anything about Ken's friend when he was at the house? I've laughed more about that to my self. You know it wouldn't have been half so funny if Ken hadn't been all tagged out in his swell silk suit!

Let me tell you what I did yesterday, when the letter came telling me to come directly to Sleighton I began looking over my wardrobe. Well, never before did I know I had so many togs for all day long I did nothing but wash & iron and press. Mother spent most of the day laughing at me. You see, if I came down Wednesday, why there isn't time for me to send things to the laundry so I really became industrious and did them myself.

By the way, Bub, you needn't think you are the only one who bathes occasionally! I've been indulging in daily dips in the lake as well as a few plunges elsewhere!!

Have you and Ken continued to be industrious with the cider press. My mouth has almost "watered" every time I tho't of the good cider we had. It is true I guess, that one never truly appreciates a good thing until it is gone!

This morning we had all planned to go down to church and hear Dr. Parkhurst from New York but just as the church bells began to toll a terrific thunder and lightening [sic] storm came up and as a result home we stayed.

Well darling I must quit now and go for a walk with Daddy. I so hope tho' that we can plan to see one another before I sail down to Sleighton for I do want to see you, dear, -

All my love & kisses,
Fran.