“Sun.
morning we went down – we had a hard time getting used to going out back when
it was convenient instead of waiting until it was necessary. In the kitchen an old man said, ‘Good
morning, girls. I’m Mrs. Hardeman’s
gardener.’ We were very agreeable & soon Mrs. Hardeman came in &
said. ‘Did you meet my boy friend?’ We said yes.
(He is 78 & she is in her middle sixties). Then the boys came in
& called him Pop. It turned out that he was Mr. Hardeman & I love him. He says very little, but he’s a peck of fun
when he does. They call each other honey
all the time.....
“We
can tell the family is democratic, loving, cooperative & Christian from a
few hours being with them. They all help
each other & tell nice things about each other. This morning, we did hear Walker almost howl
Howard out, but it’s the first sign.”
--Letter from my
mother, possibly in Missouri, to her father and sister, Hutchinson, Kans.,
about July 5, 1946. This was written
while she was in Methodist Youth Caravan, travelling to churches in rural areas, staying the families, and helping churches work on youth programs. She was 19 and getting ready to start her junior year of
college.
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