7/28/39 "I am still in bed, much to my disgust. That awful
pain when I move is sapping my vitality... Doctor came and
said I would have to make myself get up and walk... I tried
getting up every day but the pain was so severe that I quit,
and I suffered so long afterwards with it. However, I will
try again...I am getting sore and lame from inactivity, and
my folks are all ready to throw me out...
"Just as soon as [youngest daughter] and husband heard that
[Husband] was let out, they moved back home to help us, so we
have help...they now pay the running expenses here instead of
rent. It seems so queer to me not to have any money coming
in, for I have always had [Husband]'s pay to do with, but to
be without any money burns me up...
"Do you know what that scoundrel [Husband] said to me? and
let me tell you he is one bad egg. He said 'I'm going to get
a job. Do you think I am going to sit around here all the
time doing nothing like you are, lying in bed all the time
doing nothing?' And here I have pieced 2 quilts for the
girls. Did he get his head snapped off, just in the way
wives know how to do it, and what all he did on his vacation
was plenty, and just as [daughter] said, he acted just
like the cat that swallowed the canary. So smug.
"I can't write much of any interest to you because all I know
or see is from the bed, and what news the family bring in, I
could make up a lot of stuff and tell you...
"I still have much faith in your work, believe it or not. I
wish that bladder trouble would leave me. I am going to take
to drink.
"We are going to have stuffed white fish for supper. I am
hungry all the time and ready to eat. I love dressing, don't
care much for fish, though [daughter] fixes up quite a few
fish dodges for us.
"I wish something lovely would happen, something big and
worth while. Did you ever feel that way?"
8/01/39 EC's letter: "Do hope you are soon feeling a lot
better. Still feel if you could, even in this hot weather,
bake that Mutton Tallow-Turpentine-Camphor in your back, over
the bladder area, you would get relief - unless something is
growing there, and it should halt even that."
8/10/39 "I am better. I get up and walk around the house
now. Knees and ankles very painful. I hope to get
downstairs very soon now. [Daughter] is in the hospital with
appendicitis... I guess you didn't understand my last
letter. I should have told you I was only kidding about
[Husband]. He and I always are handing each other slams and
digs...
"I have been upstairs in my bedroom since last Feb. I sit at
the window now and look down on my garden. There is nothing
in it but hardy phlox. [Husband] is very lonesome with
nothing to do, and there would be plenty to take up his time
on a farm. He could look after the poultry... I wish we
could all go on a farm, then I would have all the flowers I
want...
"I must close now. The doctor likes me to walk around as
much as possible, but I am not very good at it yet, although
he thinks I am doing fine."
9/01/39 "I am not improving very fast. I look as if I had
been shot at and missed. It is hard for me to get around.
My knees and ankles are still sore and painful, and my head
is woozy."
10/12/39 "My blood pressure is up and I am crabby... I would
say that the pus that is draining out from that old sore
bladder is awful. I am just like a rotten apple, rotten all
the way through. I wonder what keeps me alive."
10/27/39 See
464-29.



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