June 30, 1918
Dear Sweetheart Henry,
Well, I find myself once more indulging in my favorite joy, writing to the greatest fellow on earth. I received your letter of Tuesday night, the short one yesterday. Believe me, they couldn’t keep me in the berry patch one minutes after I saw the mailman.
Well, I had fine luck, even though it was a short one. I also received a card from Suzie Egbert, from Layton, who is on a mission in California. She was the one whose dance I went to. She is doing fine. I’ve worked in the berries from 6:30 to 9:10 is a pretty good day, don’t you think? We picked 15 cases of berries and 4 large sacks of beans. I sure felt as if I were a Hooverized farmer.
Well, that party was last night and Deloras wanted to go so I had to go
with her. I was tired, but I went for her sake, for we never feel better than when we do for others rather than for ourselves. There were only a few other single folks, besides Deloras, Natalia and I, but they all seemed to have a good time. I played quite a few songs; national and sacred, and they sang. They had Brother Cannon talk first, then Br. Joseph E. Robinson, then Bro. and Sis. Wadoupps spoke.There was one thing that seemed to impress me. Bro. Robinson said he was looking for great miracles to be brought about in the Hawaiian Temple. He said the people there had not kept an account of their ancestors, therefore some information would have to be given through those gone beyond, or angels. I surely am of that opinion and I am going to watch for it.
In Bro. Wadoupps’ speech, he said that in the Salt Lake Temple alone since it opened last August there had been 53,000 endowments given. Isn’t that wonderful? That, together with what others have done will surely help to roll out the work of the Savior. Bro. Wadoupps and family leave next Thursday. Uncle James came up for us last night, but Bro. Cannon brought us home.
Well, today is our Primary Officers’ Meeting at Centerville. Lucile phoned us and said she would take me up in the car. She is very good about calling me and I surely appreciate it. Uncle James has just gone to Centerville and it is 10’oclock. Meeting starts at 2 so if my writing is punk, excuse it as I must get ready.
Well, you said in your letter you’ve been “posing for moving pictures.” I say: “Do you like your job?” Henry: “Well I otter, for I get $30 a month.” Violet: “Well, you change places with me, Henry, I should say I would come on over.” Ha! Ha! Do you recognize the piece?
Well, the mailman came, and there was not letter for today. I was told this morning I was selfish and expected too much, but, oh how I look forward to a Saturday letter, for it means I don’t get one Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. My, how long those are days without a letter. “Well Violet, you shouldn’t be so foolish, for you can read your letters over.” Sure, that’s right, that’s what I’ll do. If Papa will let me take the horse, I’m going down to the post office in the morning.
That reminds me. What do you do will all my letters? You didn’t take that large picture of me, did you? Have often wondered, as I saw one down at your place, and I was wondering whether you had two or left it at home.
Haven’t you heard anymore, dear, about your school and what will come after? Are you still working on the building? I do hope, sweetheart, that you will be careful. Mrs. Stoker was here last night to see about Red Cross Work. Mamma said Louis was with them. Viola said on her card that she was thinking of going to Idaho.
Well, it is getting late, as it is almost 1:30, so I will say so long.
With all the love she has, I remain always your sweetheart.
Violet X X X
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