Wed. Eve

(Postmarked June 12th, 1918)

Dear Myron:-

It’s almost time for the mail so I’ll have to hurry as I want to surely get this in today’s mail.

Ransom has some business letters to write so he has taken our only pen and I’ll have to finish this with a pencil.

How about Syracuse — did you make it all right? But of course you did.

Say Myron will you mind getting your birthday present now? We rather wanted to wait until then but as you are going across so soon Ransom and I decided we had better send it to you now and not take a chance after you get to France. Please accept it as a token of our best wishes for a long and happy life for you.

We have no man yet but are doing splendidly under the circumstances. School will be out tomorrow and then the children can help a good deal.

Ransom went out to court Monday but, after he told the Judge how many cows he had to milk with no man to help him, the Judge told him to go home and look after them.

It rains and rains so that, if we had a man, there isn’t much that he could do. The planting is all done and it’s too much to cultivate a good deal of the time.

Well, Mr. Chase, the milk-tester is here and will be wanting his dinner soon so guess I’d better stop writing and get busy.

Let us know where you are and what you are doing just as often as you can, won’t you.