I was home in Penrose that summer after I finished school at the University of Wyoming in May. I had a job working in the insurance department of the First National Bank in Powell, 13 miles from home.
June 29 1950
Dear Dwight, I was beginning to wonder if I was going to hear from you but I got your letter this morning. The folks went on a picnic this afternoon so it is quiet (for a change). They left me here because I have to go to work at 3 p.m. My cousin from Idaho is here for about a week, he is Frank's age and Mother is trying to find something for him to do.
Today will be my seventh day of work. We are supposed to have a day off each week after this, I hope so because it gets kind of tiresome to work every day. Mr. Peterson, the new owner, has really remodeled it. It is kind of fun to work there but by 10:30 I'm pretty tired. Sunday evening we were just swamped, we had to practically run every where. Monday night was pretty busy too. We didn't get the dishes done until 11:00. Most of the customers are these old maid school teachers. Thrill.
Dolly and Kathie are gone to Iowa for a week to a Presbyterian convention. Jean is in Kemmerer, Nina is leaving any day now, so here I am. Lyell works in the daytime and I work at night so we don't see much of each other either. I guess Dolly is going to Lander as soon as she gets back and stay for about a month.
We got a letter from Aunt Norma today and they want us kids to come up Sat. and go to the Park with them for about 3 days, over the 4th. But we can't, because I'm working, and Frank just got back from there about 2 weeks ago.
I sure hope you do get to come back, we'll just have to keep our fingers crossed. I liked the comments you made about the Campus Shop and also the good English you used. It sounds as if you are having a good time. I just fool around in the morning, practice baton, etc., and go to work in the afternoons. Thrilling existence, I'd say?
Well I finally got around to getting some stationery, fancy, huh?
I guess I'd better be getting ready to go to work, it takes me between 15 and 20 minutes to walk up there. Please excuse all the errors, my brain isn't working so well today (as usual). Write real soon because I sure look forward to getting your letters. Love, Velna.
Note: I just don't know what to think every time I read one of these letters for the first time in 66 years. I don't know whether to cry or laugh, and some times I do both. These letters portray such an indelible part of my young life, events that I remember more clearly, of course, than those that happened in my later years. Every thing seemed so important then, so hopeful, and full of possibilities.