This is the first letter I wrote to Velna when I returned home to Penrose after my first two quarters at the University of Wyoming. We met in January 1950 on a blind date. I was 17 and Velna turned 17 on May 24.
Hi Velna--Gee whiz its really good to be home except for the fact that six one five Flint is 450 miles away. And gee whiz some more I take back at least half of all my complaints about Cinder City--I didn't get a bit of mud on El Fordecita (my '41 Ford) until I got up here in God's country and started finding the mud holes--now I've got a two-tone job again. And it snowed so much a few days ago Dad said he had to clean the snow out of the ditches before he could finish irrigating. But it is green anyway and things are growing, sure looks good.
Had a gay party coming home (from Laramie) Fri. We finished packing at 1:30 Fri. morning., then went down to Dunn's (coffee shop), ate breakfast, barely, got to sleep when in comes sweet passion flower Davidson at 4:25, so we loaded up and left. Noticed about 80 miles out of Lander that ye olde gas tank was empty, but we made it another 75 miles before we finally ran out of gas. What fun. Ate dinner at Mary's (classmate from school who was from Cowley, her sister lived in Riverton), dumped her off there, then came home. Made it at 6:30 after taking every one home.
So yesterday I had a sentimental reunion with my dear old short handled hoe and the beet field. Maybe I'll commence to catch up on my sleep this (ink ran out, no more blue, only green) week. Please forgive me for being a sleepy deadhead practically every time we went out--(since I worked part time jobs into the night while at school).
My Sis (Louise, almost 19) took me to Cowley to the show last night, or rather I took her and she paid my way, pretty slick, huh? Was Inspector General with Danny Kaye.
The crops are in general 2 or 3 weeks behind usual. Mom and Louise are going to Salt Lake to conference on Fri. Dad was going to send me along to drive but now it looks like things will work out vice-versa.
Feel healthy again. Got off to a good start Thursday at your house. Been gorging myself on fried chicken, strawberries, ice cream, cake, steak, etc., etc. (My food fare was pretty meager in Laramie), anyway you get the general idea.
Had another happy reunion with my dear pig family. Dad sold a few more last Saturday so there are 27 little ones left (I was never given any money for the sale of my pigs). Steve (6) and Ann (7) appropriated 2 orphans from an old sow that lost practically all her pigs and the little devils follow them all over the place. Ann pulled a slick one though. Grandpa gave Judy (fifth grade next year don't know how old) a kitten so Ann traded straight across--was quite the comical transaction. Mom just about exterminated the whole works yesterday--they found a hole in the pen so she got her cucumber patch rooted up.
So I'm really glad to be back except I miss my Favorite Blonde. I guess there's nothing I'd quite rather do than farm and nowhere else I'd rather do it than here. But gosh knows what will show up or turn up in the course of events.
I guess if absence makes the heart grow fonder I'll really be bad off by fall. I don't see how it can much, really. I guess I've been stuck on you in a bad way since our first square dance and honestly I can't figure out why you put up with me for as long as you did, I was always such a deadhead. Gee whiz I guess I'd better shut down my collection of remorseful tales for this time before I run out of paper. I'll be looking forward in a big way to hearing from you. Write soon. With all my love, Dwight.