Sunday afternoon. March/5^th

Hello my Soldier:

We’ll be going to church in a little while I suspect, how about you? Did you go this morning? We had a great service this morning. We like Mr. Morris more and more and with the choir doing so fine too, things are almost too good to last, I’m afraid one or the other will bust. I shouldn’t say this; ----but we had had such a lot of struggling, that now for things to be so pleasant and such nice singing with such a large choir, it just don’t seem like us.

Again I’m asking you, have you ever heard personally from Mr. Morris?

Your Daddy and I had a nap, he is now looking at the paper for the second time, has built a shelf in the cellar for extra jars for me, went up stairs awhile and soon we will be eating supper.

You said in your letter of the 27^th Feb. it was actually hot down there. Well, this morning when we got up it was snowing. It didn’t last long, but the cold has. Yes, it’s quite cold here so it isn’t spring with us. Bet it is cold down there with Papa.

Monday.

To look out for front room window makes me you are here, for there’s a small green car just exactly like yours, except there’s no college stickers on the windows and wind shield. Mr. Pulliam came here awhile ago to collect and ask Ada if you were home, because he too, recognized the likeness in the cars.

You’ve missed the coal job again, yes, we are having coal put away.

Mr. Russell has sold his house and every thing in it, to a nurse, her sister and two children, so Mr. Schultz told Ben. I really do not mean that those folks bought the things in the house, they did not, but he did sell his things; perhaps to various people. He is going to live with some friends in Ginter Park, and I think he is very fortunate to have some old friends who would want him, and be able to give him a home at a time like this. He certainly has gone back in physical appearance lately. I feel real sorry for the old man.

Tuesday.

We didn’t hear from you this morning. Guess I will in the morning since it has been a week since your last letter.

Good bye now and love John Milton from us.

Hope you are well and every thing is going alright,

Hi, son –

Saw Mr. Floyd Bradley Sunday morning at church. He and a group from Barton High (Mr. Buford and your friend Mr. Showen were in the party) to hear a preacher from Texas who preached for us Sunday morning.

I asked Mr. Bradley about the boat (maj. Dickinsons) They are going to see, and I asked him to let me know what price that would put on it when they settled the estate.

If it is not too high I might consider getting it. What do you think? You know something of its conditions. Are you interested enough to go in with me on the deal? A snatchy note but I guess you can get funny ideas.

Dad