Wausau, Wis.
Dearest Sweetheart:
While Nancy Leigh is having her lunch I’ll try to write to you. She’s been so restless all day so far — I think she maybe had a little “tummy ache.” I hope she will be better after being fed.
How is your cold Dear? Did you doctor up good? It must be that same kind of cold you had a year ago Christmas — the warm, dry air irritated your throat so much then too.
Our little Sweetheart is bothered so much with the hiccoughs yet — I believe we’ll have to ask Dr. Reist what to get for them. Castoria doesn’t take them away anymore, and it’s terribly hard to get her to swallow water. She spits it out as fast as it’s given to her.
That “stitch” in my hip seems to be getting better since the electrical machine treatments. I hope it leaves me entirely.
Did you read about the accident on the road to Stevens Point? One man from Wausau (Walt Zastrow) was killed and three others hurt. Fred Schaumburger is married to a girl who used to work at the Marathon Shoe Co. “Cat Eyed Lil” as you call her met her boyfriend through this W. Zastrow she said. She & Nell had a fight — it may not last long.
We had some more snow during the night, but not very much. Did it snow any down there?
This afternoon I’m going to wash my Mother’s hair if Nancy Leigh gives me a chance. That is the important little person who will do the deciding.
Wallie, did you get those boards for the table when you went to Harry’s? I’d rather have them unfinished than not at all.
I don’t know of much news today Sweetheart. I want to mend your sox if I can possibly find time.
We measured Nancy Leigh last night and she is about two inches longer than when you measured her. She grew that much already. You will hardly know your big daughter.
You can tell me what Oscar said about our girl when I see you again. No doubt he told his Mother. Have you seen her since you are back? You mustn’t work too hard, Dear. You know, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”
I haven’t been out yet. Perhaps if it’s nice, I’ll get out next week. Gee! it will seem good to bundle Nancy Leigh up and tuck her in the pretty buggy her daddy fixed for her, and strut down to Greenfield Ave. The fresh air will make her tired & I want to sleep.
Well Sweetheart, I think I’ll have to quit — can’t think of anything else, except to remind you to bring your soiled clothes along. (I’m taking for granted you’re coming.) I didn’t receive a letter from you yesterday or today yet — hope I have one this afternoon.
All my love to you,
Mabel.
With a Carload of Love... 