Another Letter to Keep

As you can see, this letter was written in 1961 and I was living in Seattle by then.  I loved Steve's illustrations on his letters.  It was a very personal and homey touch.

I have already read this letter to Steve over the phone.  But I still wanted to share it with the rest of you.

A Pink Rose in the Rain for Judy's Birthday. Happy Birthday.

Memories of Judy's Past

As you can see, Judy was always very creative, especially when she had an ulterior motive. I can remember receiving this wonderful newsletter when I was so homesick for family and Penrose, and laughing at the inventiveness of my "little" sister. Be sure to enlarge this so that you can read it. Only family members can interpret certain parts of this letter.

Happy birthday, Judy!

Happy __ Birthday, Judy

Because tomorrow is Judy's birthday, and because I am headed to Phoenix to watch a granddaughter in Alice in Wonderland (she is young Alice), I wanted to post this tonight, as this is an event not to be missed. This is one of my favorite photos - Judy calmly (?) reading to Steve and me. Life was good! May the day be full of fun and may this next year be better than the last year. I am thankful for you, for your laughter, as well as for the serious moments, and for sweet memories. Happy Birthday, Judy.

Steves Letters

Postmarked 1959
Dear Judith,
"My dear loving, loved (sometimes) sister, a miracle has occurred.  We can now start communicating again and still have a good dear feeling toward each other."    (to whom was this referring?)
"Everythings fine up here.  We work, we earn, we eat, and we pay.  My back is about ready to drive me insane if I'm not already there.  I think I've sprained it, or maby its a slipped disk, or maybe-if you see any red stains on this letter you know that it is broken.  I really haven't seen the DR vetenarian yet so I really don't know whats what.----------
     What do you mean from balls to girls?  I don't even look at girls any more.  That is not unless I see one.  Danny has kind of gone, gone, gone on himself or either else I have.  May I got his girl again.  You know I've started a new fad I have to tell you about.  Most of the other boys hate it (beacause it take their girl) unless they join our ranks.  But boy it sure gives the girls a thrill.  It's the old give and go.  You know where you give them all your gush then ya mush on. 
      I still think though that Danny and I are the only high school kids that haven't been on a party.  Aren't you proud of me?
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      By the way I'm enlosing a picture of me and of Mike.  (two different poses of his class picture)  Speaking of twins being exact, notice that the mole on his neck is in the same place as mine.
Well no time to gab.  Its the old give and go process you know.
                                                               Love,
                                                                  Stephen Blood Jr.
                                                                   Mike Blood Jr.
P.S.  Write

When Steve Was Cool

I have lost the envelope and have no date for the following letter.  I am thinking it was while I was at BYU.



Dear Pudy,
     I'm piping in on you baby and sending this with the cats when they blow.  Like I've been buzzed by germsville again.  Cool, I live and breath but not very good though cause I've got a 'll of a throat tickle.  Like dad I've got the flew to go with it. 
     Life is but a merry merry go-round isn't it?  Like the cats will probably tell you all this sand and dirt before you shake down this cool line.
     I was going out for basketball this year but I guess that Santa fixed that for me.  Some people are just naturaly attrached to me and I guess that the wheel at the germ center is one of those kind persons.  I would have had good chances fo making the varsity reserve.
     Last Saterday afternoon I felt real good and pulled a fast one on the cats and got my drivers license. Of coarse I got it with the idea that I would  Blow the works while they were gone but fortune smiles down again on asweet dear little boy.  How square.
     I don't know why I bug you with all of the jazz.  I guess that I write to you like this so that you won't understand me.  ARe'nT i A goood tyrep thuogh?
     Well I'm going to the flats for a few zs.  I'd tell you happy hunting but I don't think that it would do you any good.

                                                                         Love,
                                                                             Steve

Another Piece of the Puzzle

Does anyone know the history? This was in some of Mother's papers.

Lobolly

Written in a little journal Dad kept: "Feb 12 rained all day everything a lobolly where Paul leveled for garage. didn't do much stayed in house and talked . . .

Great-uncle Isaac Wasden

This is another picture of our great-uncle, Isaac Wasden. Even though he lived in Garland, in what used to be the old bank, I can't remember ever meeting him. Do a search of the blog, using the "B" search in the upper left hand corner of this page to see a later picture of him. He was Grandpa Wasden's half brother. There is quite a story of his marriage and how he ended up living in Garland. Check out the Wasden family bulletins that you all have in your files.

The Wasden Family

This picture was taken from the Pocatello newspaper of Idaho's Attorney General, Lawrence Wasden. We assume that those bearing the Wasden surname may be distant relatives. Anyone see a resemblance to anybody in our branch of the family?