(Postmark illegible. Could be November 12th, 1917)
My dear Brother:-
I ought to have written you last week to let you know how the boys got home but I’ve been SO busy and I knew you’d know we would send you word if any thing had happened so I just didn’t write. They arrived about half past eight all in good condition and spirits but we didn’t get to bed ’til about eleven as we had so much talking to do. In fact I don’t believe I have heard ALL about the trip yet although I get Ransom started talking about it every once in a while and try to imagine I can see you boys all over Boston. I’m glad they stayed to see the camp Mon. morning – they saw some of the drilling and your quarters and said every one was very nice and accommodating but Ransom didn’t feel at all as if he wanted to stay. I think you must have certainly had a great trip and I’m SO glad they went – I think it did them all good. It did me good too as it was the nearest I could get to going myself. I want to thank you for taking pictures for me and will send you some as soon as I get them. I only got them sent out a day or two ago.
Ransom went out to church this morning and just this side of Hudson Falls he met that Mr. Warren in a Ford car coming this way. Ransom thought Warren didn’t know him.
Do you hear any more about going south? I can’t bear to think of your going but if it will be better for you we can put up with it I suppose.
Ransom got smashed up the other night – he was down to the Grange and when he started for home he burned out his lights to START with. Then, just outside the village, he overtook a hay rack load of basket ball boys. They didn’t have any light and Ransom’s kerosene lamps didn’t throw the light far enough ahead so that he was almost on them before he saw them. He put on the brakes and stopped as soon as he could but not before he smashed a bicycle they had tied behind. The hood on our car was jammed back into the windshield and the radiator was pretty well twisted (had to get a new one). However, no one was hurt and Ransom took the car out yesterday and got it all fixed up again.
I don’t know whether Bert is through digging potatoes yet – Ransom when up Friday after noon and helped him and intended to go yesterday only for the accident Friday night.
I see that the women can vote in the future. I really don’t care a snap to do so, but it gets my fighting blood up to hear any one say we are not capable.
Well, they say “the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world” and Ransom is doing it now – or shaking the crib instead – so guess I’d better take the job away from him – “women�s rights” you know.
Maybe I can write a decent letter some time but I don’t know when it will be.