Home

What's New

Photo of the Month

Minerd.com Blog

Biographies

National Reunion

Interconnectedness

Cousin Voices

Honor Roll

In Lasting Memory

In the News

Our Mission and Values

Annual Review

Favorite Links

Contact Us

 

Nett-Helen Letters

Letter from Nett to Helen - March 8, 1888

Return to Index

 

3)Thurs Morn “8”,

Dear ones again

 

'Are you thinking this is my birthday? Dick went up to the Store last night to see if there was any mail but I did not smell a mice till this Morn when I was dumbfoundedly surprised by the reception of a beautiful glass bread plate & a lovely silk kerchief laying in it.'

I will try finish now so as to send this off this afternoon. this is a dull cloudy morn with wind in the South & looks Iike storm of some kind. it seems we are having so much cloudy damp & foggie weather. a days sunshine is delightful. Dick come home last night & said he had been catching cold al I day & woke up in the night with a fearful headache. & could not rest & got up before it was quite light with a terrible aching distress in his lower bowles. & alI I done for him did not relieve him so Late went up to our Dr Magoogan & got some Medicine. He said that it was Gastration of the bowles & for us to give the medicine every too hours & if he was no better by noon he wants to know for it may be something else. he dont seem any better & has a good bit of fever. but I thank fortune we have a Dr right at home & nearly everyone thinks he knows something. Are you thinking this is my birthday? Dick went up to the Store last night to see if there was any mail but I did not smell a mice till this Morn when I was dumbfoundedly surprised by the reception of a beautiful glass bread plate & a lovely silk kerchief laying in it. I had not thot of such a thing. he tried to get me a cake stand but they had none. I am just as proud of them as can be. the too was $1.25 but I told him we could not afford it but he thot I deserved something nice once in a while. Lester Dunha has been after Late hot & heavy to rent his house & garden patch. came back this morn & could hardly take no for an ans. but Late knows the Dunhams to welI to let them have it--Tom Roby cant get athing or any satisfactlon from them for what they owe.

Mort D. & Lester has had nearly every hoof taken from him. & Late knows to let him have it he would not get a cent. & his house would tore to pieces by his famiy. then his wife is a second (Helt) Maxwel & we dont want her in the neighborhood. Mabels hair is coming out till her head looks almost naked. I can just brush my hand over her head & the hair flies in every direction like it does off the horses. It has been so long since she was so sick. I began to think it would not come out. Mabel has got all of her little wheelers yet as she calls them & keeps them in a ldelope. Envelope. We have not heard from McCarty today. but dont suppose he is any worse or we would have heard from there. Drs Tipton & Madaris have disolved. & Tipton has taken about alI of Madaris practice away from him. I told Mrs Williams I did not think you would charge her for onion sets but she said she did not want them for nothing or expect you to send them that way. what if they are small just so they will grow & raise onions.

Potatoes are $1.40 per bu but we will have ours to buy whatever they are. & we want to plant a big patch. & mulch them. I think I have already asked you for to many seeds. O this is such a provoking day. the winds blows so hard & I just now went out to get a shovel of coaI & the wind took my dress & apron right up over my head & I had a big wiggle to get them down & scattered the coal till I got mad. Butter is 15₵ & eggs 10 they dropped down to 8½ for a day or too in Isabel. then come up to 10 again. Our hens has been doing first rate lately. till last night I went out to gather the eggs & I couId not see any signs of but three & they had been picked open & eat. I guess the old fool chickens done it. Mabel has just said that Grandpa must not forget the apple & Dickie bird. she talks so much about her bird Aunt Helen is going to send her.

 

Copyright © 2017 Mark A. Miner