Dear Mom, Worked on taxes, and for a treat we're going bowling with Dallas and Chloe, and maybe other people too. Not so much a treat for Ron, but he didn't help with the paperwork anyway. Love, Ruth
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Dear Ruth,
But I hope he plowed out your driveway so you could get out to go bowling? That's worth at least a few pages of tax stuff, don't you think?
We need to start ours, tho our appointment is not until early April. Best to get it done. I think that will be the big push for the weekend. Yuk.
I have been reading all the letters that Karen sent back to me, all the ones I had written her since 1960. Sure wish you were here so I could read you the funny parts. So much of what happened to John and Nema around the time of your birth I had completely forgotten about--- and if I ever need a record of our early goats' names, they are all in there.
Gosh, we had a huge amount of company (daytime and overnighter's) when we lived at the old house, and even the first years here... I had to put a stop to the flow by the time you were a toddler--- all that extra cooking and cleaning wore me out.
Your baby expressions were priceless, all 3 of you. It is lovely to have the record of all those years. People don't write letters anymore, and that is too bad, because this is like an intense run down memory lane. I am in a time warp. It is the first time I've looked at them since I wrote them so many years ago....
Once again I am nursing you and you are teething, and playing on the floor and learning to stand up by my chair as I write. And one letter I wrote at 4 am when pregnant with you--- because you were doing your hurdles and I was sure you were going to be a boy and run track.
I'm up to 1979 now. I sure did work hard. My wheels of cheddar were 2 1/2 pounds and looked very professional. There were always 5 loads of laundry needing folding, and after you could walk, the floors stayed pretty dirty because there were so many other jobs more pressing. I seemed to be involved with cleaning out the cellar often, and trucking stuff to the dump. That hasn't changed.
I read so many letters about cleaning out the barns that my muscles are sore tonight.
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Dear Ruth,
But I hope he plowed out your driveway so you could get out to go bowling? That's worth at least a few pages of tax stuff, don't you think?
We need to start ours, tho our appointment is not until early April. Best to get it done. I think that will be the big push for the weekend. Yuk.
I have been reading all the letters that Karen sent back to me, all the ones I had written her since 1960. Sure wish you were here so I could read you the funny parts. So much of what happened to John and Nema around the time of your birth I had completely forgotten about--- and if I ever need a record of our early goats' names, they are all in there.
Gosh, we had a huge amount of company
(daytime and overnighter's) when we lived at the old house, and even the first years here... I had to put a stop to the flow by the time you were a toddler--- all that extra cooking and cleaning wore me out.
Your baby expressions were priceless, all 3 of you. It is lovely to have the record of all those years. People don't write letters anymore, and that is too bad, because this is like an intense run down memory lane. I am in a time warp. It is the first time I've looked at them since I wrote them so many years ago....
Once again I am nursing you and you are teething, and playing on the floor and learning to stand up by my chair as I write. And one letter I wrote at 4 am when pregnant with you--- because you were doing your hurdles and I was sure you were going to be a boy and run track.
I'm up to 1979 now. I sure did work hard. My wheels of cheddar were 2 1/2 pounds and looked very professional. There were always 5 loads of laundry needing folding, and after you could walk, the floors stayed pretty dirty because there were so many other jobs more pressing. I seemed to be involved with cleaning out the cellar often, and trucking stuff to the dump. That hasn't changed.
I read so many letters about cleaning out the barns that my muscles are sore tonight.
Love,
mom
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