January 8, 1950
Dear Old Bubbie Dwight,
I miss you a lot. I can't even be ornery. Oh! Yes. Art wrote Louise a letter. Today we started the game of Pit. We didn't get very far. We played with the bull and the bear. It's fun, but there isn't much excitement in the game. The scores are Daddy 5, Louise 210, Elizabeth 270, and I got 155. That's all the farther we got.
The other night I dreamed that you couldn't find a job and only 5 people are going to school so they weren't going to have school so you came home.
Mr. Harris's plow got stold. See he left it over at Rosie's place. He went to get it and it wasn't there. Your children (pigs) are still here and o.k. so you don't have to worry about them.
Your old Bubbie,