Letter #38
June 22, 1918
Bountiful, Utah
Dear Sweetheart Henry,
Yes, I am writing again today but I just couldn’t let it be three days of waiting for you, for you know I’d have to wait until Monday to post a letter. Well, I’m going to tell you the honest, gospel truth this morning, but don’t tell anyone ….here it is… I’ve just gotten up. Since you left, I’ve had to get up early, but this morning is the latest I’ve slept in. I told Mamma that I would have stayed in bed all day, but I wanted to write to you. I don’t know whether I’ll get it done or not. Now you can see what a lazy girl you’ve gotten to be. Well, when you come back, I’ll be trained differently, especially when my 5:30 A.M. soldier is around. Well, you will forgive me dear, won’t you? Thanks. And I promise not to lie in bed after ____ o’clock. That’s fair, isn’t it? I went to a party with Deloras. I didn’t feel extra good, but I had to take charge of the entertainment and it kept me busy. Now don’t worry, because I’m fine this morning for I feel I could lick anyone today.
Mamma and Papa and I don’t know who else are going down to Uncle John’s tomorrow.
Well, Sunday school starts in the morning. I guess so
, unless The Clipper says not. [Referring to the 1918 statewide influenza quarantine… no school, no church, no public gatherings]. I surely am glad. On every side you hear people say how glad they will be when it starts up again. I believe we will appreciate it more. I don’t know where to start in with my work. Say, do you still enjoy The Clipper, sweetheart? A great deal of the news I don’t write about because I know you get it in The Clipper.Irene Thurgood phoned this morning to tell Deloras goodbye. They are going to move. Guess where? Centerville? no… West? no… Kaysville? no… Clinton or Kaysville? yes, to be sure. Where else, for that is the best place on the globe to some folks. Deloras feels badly about her going. She says she will be a fifteen minute walk from the station. She didn’t know the place they had bought but she said it was about eight acres and was a berry farm. There is a five roomed house on it. Do you know where it is?
I heard something this morning that kind of frightened me at first, as there are so many deaths now. Mamma said Jack Parrish was very sick. Thursday he fainted in the office and they took him to the hospital and it took two hours for him to come to. When they were bringing him home yesterday morning, he fainted again, and they thought he was going to die before they could get him home. Mamma phoned to the Fords this morning and he is better. The doctor said it was the heat and a nervous collapse. The heat is surely dreadful here, for that Pickering boy died of sun stroke.
I am sending you a little flag that we stuck in our ice cream we had last night. We had three small scoops, the one on top had a flag in it, and berries were all around the bottom. They surely had things fixed nice. We had one large light and the jack lanterns. I took our own flag down there and we hung that up. The party was a gingham and overall party. Bro. Malcolm wore his coveralls. This is the flag that I enclosed in the letter ….. the ribbon was originally on the spoon, so I took it off and tied it onto the flag. Do you like it? I participated in some of the games. Mabel and I did the three legged race. Alma Hardy and Hilda ran against Olena and Rulen Ford. The first pair just went a rolling.
Now don’t think that because I am telling you this that I didn’t miss you, for only my heart knows how much.
Don’t worry about Violet and ‘the men’, because I’m just as good as married, they think, which makes me happy. Well, love, must close for now.
Oceans of love for you! Love, Violet.
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