"Saturday night we went to town to see 'Lad, Son of Lassie.' It was fine and although Stanley was tired out from carrying water all day to the threshers he wouldn't have missed it for anything.
"We got our threshing done last Friday and then I helped Irma and Alice cook for threshers on Sat. and Mon. so I feel like I had my share. They finished the threshing in this community Mon. evening."
-- Letter from my grandmother, Bloomington, Kans., to my father, Boulder, Colo., Wednesday, July 25, 1945.