“At Chaffe[, Missouri,] there’s a wild P.K. [preacher’s kid] to reform. The girl is adopted and has a bad reputation.... Sat nite... she is at the neighbor’s but comes after several callings, with her hair up, eyebrows in an unnatural shape, greets us politely. She is tall, blonde, thin, wears short skirts...Sun morn: Dr. Polhamus gives further information that she is maybe going to Baldwin-Wallace [College] this winter, and that she has had a beauty course & is licensed. He says to me nearly in a whisper ‘I hope you can get hold of my daughter for Christ and his church. She thinks a lot of you.’ At table he defends her about missing these 2 years since hi school. She has gotten some heck raised, a beauty course finished, and some growing up done. Mother is less sympathetic about the matter.... Mom [a fellow caravanner, not the woman’s mother] says (Mom is very bashful) that she is boy-crazy & ‘acted bad with boys.’ One never knows what Mom means, but she also said some of the women refused to have her in their houses.... Wed morn... Went to town with her. Interesting remarks:... She worships the ground [her father] walks on.—She has to see, feel, or touch to believe – She thinks people are interesting and tries to be nice to all. Isn’t too crazy about going to school.”
--Letter from my mother, Grand Rapids, Mich., to her family, [Hutchinson, Kans.?], Monday, August 26, 1946. My mother had been in a youth caravan in Chaffee, Missouri, the week of August 3.