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LETTERS FROM MONA -Part 33- Sept. 3 – Sept. 14, 1914

September 3, 1914

Dear Diary,

The evening light is fading as I sit amid my garden. Like the light my garden too is fading, won’t be long until fall is upon us.

I am feeling rather blue tonight. I just returned from Vera’s where I spent the afternoon, helping her pack a trunk for her move to Belle Fourche. She has found a job in a boarding house working as a cook. I know she is glad to be setting off on her own but I can’t help wishing I could be on my own too. Except I know I’d miss everyone here terribly and they surely need my help.

Vera and I had such fun this past summer trading our secrets, singing with her guitar, and just talking and talking.

I am still hoping we will move to Belle Fourche this fall but so far Papa has found neither a place for us to stay or any work. If we don’t go I will surely miss her company as there is no other girls around her my age who haven’t married. If only Roy hadn’t promised to wait until I was 21 before he would entertain marriage, things could be different. Three years seems forever and I know he won’t go back on his word to Papa. And I also know he is the only one that will ever be for me.


Nagrom Wn.

Sep. 5, 1914

Dear Mazie-

I heard from my two brothers over in the harvest fields this week also. They were both getting along pretty good though they were having to work pretty hard.
Grover West is also working with the same machine. I hope he comes over here when threshing is over for I would like to see him.
I haven’t had any letter from Justin yet, but I had a letter from my Aunt today and she said that Justin was away digging clams and that Lillian was staying at home and had been picking berries. I suppose Justin must be over on the place at Arletta though she didn’t say. I don’t see why he won’t write to me, guess he must be mad at somethings, though I can’t think of any reason.
Well I guess Amber Winter is now Mrs. Henry. I heard they were married a week or so ago. Mother said they had a big time at Henry’s in honor of the bridal couple, wish I had been there and helped them had a good time. She promised me an invitation to the wedding but they must have forgotten me for I not got any.

Well here I am once again for another talk if you have the time this evening. This is only Sat. evening but as I am going to work tomorrow can’t wait till Sunday this time. Letters have to leave here on the morning mail or you don’t get it until the Tuesday’s mail.
Well how is the Little girl this evening and what are you doing? Wish could drop in and see for myself. I am feeling as well as usual and am getting along first class. My knee has been hurting me some all week but is better now and I think it will soon be good as new, hope so any way for I don’t want to be laid up any so long as the weather is fine, or at any other time so far as that goes.

Your welcome letter reached me last Sunday and I was so glad. I also got one from Mother and one from Frank Risher and a card from Leah McDonald and yesterday one from Vera. So, I guess I can’t complain now about not getting any mail.
Mother said that everyone at home was well. Said she and Lida were just ready to start hop-picking. They are going to pick up about Orting somewhere. They expect to be gone about 3 weeks and were going to have a good time and make lots of money, hope they do. I guess the folks have entirely given up going to Missouri and I am glad.

Frank said he had been to bush to write to anyone lately. Said he had given up making beads and was now making some kind of cookies and selling them on the street and was doing quite well at it. Better than he did with the beads. He said if he could manage it was going to business college in Sheridan instead of Rapid City as he first intended. Hope he is succeeds for he certainly deserves it. Most people in his condition would be to much discouraged to try to do anything for themselves but he seems to be just as ambitious as any one.

Well it is about time to call it off and go to bed for I expect you are tired of my foolishness.

Tell Vera hello for me and give my best wishes to all the folks. Good-night and pleasant dreams.

As ever Roy


Sept. 5, 1914

Dear Diary,

Exciting news! Grandma Smith just called; Sadie had her baby this morning. A little girl, they have named her Iretha Mable, both mother and baby are doing well. I am so happy for them. I can hardly wait to go and see her but suppose it will be a couple of weeks because I am going to be busy for the next little while cooking for the thrashing crews.

Vera rang a bit ago, too. She isn’t leaving for Belle Fourche this week as planned. She decided to wait until after Clarence leaves for Nebraska later this month. And she said there is going to be a farewell dance for the Waddington’s on the 11th so everyone can say good-bye. She wanted to be sure I could come. I most certainly plan too as it will give us another chance to have a good visit.


Sept. 7, 1914

Dear Diary,

I am sitting under some scrub oaks at Uncle Tom’s cooling off a bit before the threshers come back out of the fields for the evening. Hazel and I are here to help with the cooking. It is crazy hard work but fun because I get to visit with lots of folks I rarely see.

So, imagine if you will, a row of porcelain washbasins all lined up outdoors for face washing. When the men come out of the fields they line up to take turns dipping their hands into the water and scoop it up over their faces and head. Then they lather up with soap and scrub their necks and face, splashing to rinse it all off. When they are finished they empty the dirty water on the lawn and fill the basin up for the next person in line.

 After washing they proceed to the dining table where we have set full glasses of tea, lemonade, and water. And let me tell you they are mighty thirsty; I’d say each man usually drinks at least 2 full glasses a piece. And oh, my do they ever have appetites. It does not take them long to demolish the heaping bowls of potatoes slathered in butter and gravy, vegetables, platters full of meats sautéed in cream and butter, and the fresh bread and rolls we have set out. Then they put a big dent in all the homemade pies, cakes, and puddings we make, too.

Then it’s back in the fields for a long afternoon of work while we wash and get ready to do it all again for supper. Such hot busy work, I think we women are just as tired as the men when the day is done.

Generally, the main food is provided by the wife of the farmer but Uncle Tom has no wife. So, he was very appreciative of Hazel and I coming and helping to organize everything. He even gave us a small payment. I did not want to take it but he insisted and I surely can use it.

 I won’t be cooking for the threshing crews tomorrow; Mama needs me to help with canning, but I probably will go back to cooking after that. Such a busy time, getting ready for winter is tiresome work.


September 11, 1914

Dear Diary,

Clarence was working on the threshing crew I was cooking for yesterday. He told me he doesn’t know how he can bear to leave Vera behind. I told him if he really felt that way he should tell her. I would not be one bit surprised if he doesn’t have her come join him in Nebraska as soon as he has a chance to get settled. Maybe he will tonight at their farewell dance. I am sad to say I won’t make it there tonight. Just too much harvesting and canning left to get done for us to spare the time to go.

Vera said it was okay that she’d make sure we had some other time together before she leaves, too.

Roy wrote that he had hurt his knee jumping out of the way of a rolling log. It makes me feel so anxious, what if it had rolled over him? I could never bear it if something happened to him. Mama says I worry too much about things that may never happen. I know she is right but when it comes to Roy I can’t help it.   

Sadie just called to say they had weighed little Iretha and she’s weighed in at a robust pounds. It’s the first chance I have got to talk to her since the baby was born. She sounded tired but happy. Grandma Smith is still here and plans to stay a couple of more week.

Well, I’d better get back to helping Mama dig up the carrots and turnips. Hazel and Daniel dug the potatoes earlier and are loading them into gunny sacks now.


Mona, Wyo
Sept. 12, 1914

Dear friend, –

I will write you a few lines as I have all my work done for a while.
How are you any way by this time. I am fine. Daniel has gone to the post office and perhaps I will get some mail. I hope so any way.

I got a letter from Lida a few days ago. She said she and her mother were going up some where to pick hops so I won’t answer the letter for a while or until I think they are home. There was a dance at Donald last night, but we never went. I guess they had a fine time though.

Vera has been staying a few days at Rob Waddingtons, she is going down to Belle Fourche to work, is going Friday. I am glad she is going for I think we will soon move down there too. I will miss her while we are there tho. But it won’t be very long I don’t think. Papa and Mama are going down Monday to look up a “location” there (or a house) and as soon as we thrash we will go.

Oh yes I must tell you about Aunt Sadie and Bert’s baby girl, she is awful nice. Is almost a week old. I haven’t seen her but will soon. I am surely proud of her. Her name is Iretha Mabel.

Well Daniel has come with the mail and I have read your letter. Was glad to get it. I was glad to hear you were better but sorry you got hurt. You must be careful as you will get hurt pretty bad for it is dangerous in the woods I think for so many get killed or hurt so often. I hope you will be careful. I have not heard from Frank for a long while but I know he is busy as a bee. And I never do hear from Lillian and Justin. My I could just pull all their hair out if I could see them. I had not heard about Amber and Ode being married yet but thot they surely were.
Well I don’t know much news. Only McDonalds have a new car and are real proud of it of course.

Well I guess I will stop for now.

With Best Wishes as ever Mae.

( China letter inside this envelope, translates to: I am looking for you xmas and I think Clarence is coming and that is our secret so don’t say a word, Be careful don’t get hurt just us four know it, Yours  Mae You must burn all these letters for my sake.

LETTERS FROM MONA- Part 32 – August 23 – August 30, 1914

August 23, 1914

Dear Diary,

I’m back in Mona. Hazel and I came back last evening. My wisdom tooth is bothering me a lot again this morning. I wish it would finally cut through. Mostly it doesn’t bother me that much but today it does. It makes me feel fretful.

I got a letter from Roy. He said he had been helping to fight a fire in the forest. I hope that it the last of those for it sounds like a very dangerous business. It makes my stomach churn just thinking about it. Logging is dangerous enough without firefighting. It’s all so worrisome.      

Hazel says she is ready to go plum picking. There are lots of them ripe now. Guess I should go put you away and join her. We need to can a lot more of them for this winter.


Mona, Wyo

Aug. 24, 1914

Dear Roy,

I received your letters last Saturday. I did well got two at once but they were written a week apart. When you write on Sunday I get it Tuesday and on Saturday I get it Saturday, but we did not get the Tuesdays mail I never got any until Saturday, but was two times glad then.

Was glad to hear you were well and you are still that way. I am pretty well now only have a sore throat and tooth I am cutting my wisdom tooth and Oh, my how bad it has been hurting. It is nearly throu tho it has been for six months. We took in the dance Friday night. Had a fine time most every body did any way. I did not dance much as I got sick about seven oclock and so missed a good deal of the dances. Hazel had a fine time tho. Wish you had been there. Hazel and I went down to Donald last Tues and was there for a few days. We were over to Pearl Hunnicutts you know that is where Uncle Tom and you and I went my we had a nice time. We had a nice crowd at church wish you could have been there too. (Author’s note: Pearl was Mae’s mother’s cousin; Pearl’s mother was another one of the Harden sisters.)

Hazel and Daniel are riding after horses and Mama is picking plums, so I am alone Papa went down to the other place today. He will soon be throu, I will sure be glad for he is not a bit well and I am very worried about him but most every body is sick now. Today is just cold I am almost frozen. Yesterday was just awful hot, that is Wyo for you. My I am glad your folks are not going back to that place for I know you are much more pleased too. Vera was just telling me she got your card. She was much pleased, she says she is crazy over pictures and Lela got your card too. I was there when she got it, she said she had not forgotten you either, I was over and saw Clara and Holley too.

Well I do hope that fire is out by now you must not fight fire any more or I will be worried. Now I guess I will stop and write to Aunt Sadie. I wrote this in such a hurry I don’t suppose you will be able to read it all.

Best wishes

Yours Mae

P.S. We may move to Belle Fourche before long,  

China letter in this envelope translates to: “I missed you so when I was at the dance and I was sick, O, don’t say a word.”


Dear Diary,

August 26th, 1914

The supper dishes are done. And I am sitting out in my garden. It’s such a beautiful late summer evening, the air is calm, the temperature mild and soon the stars will be twinkling like diamonds in the sky. Wouldn’t it be nice if Roy was sitting here with me? For now, I can only wish upon a star.

Vera and I went riding with our ponies today.  We just let them amble along slowly, their ears a twitching and their tails swatting flies. It was such a beautiful day, the air smelled sweet and clean. Occasionally a hawk or an eagle would soar across the sky looking for lunch in the golden fields of wheat, oats and rye.

I had packed us a lunch of sandwiches and cookies. We stopped along Deep Creek. We tethered the horses to a tree and sat under the shade of some scrub oaks. After we ate we laid on our backs and watched fluffy white clouds move across the blue sky. We began to talk of what the future might hold. Like me she was some worried about the thought of war but supposed that the U. S would never become too involved.

Of course, I said I hoped my future involved marrying Roy and Vera said she hoped she’d marry Clarence. When she asked me how many children I would have? I said a boy and a girl for sure and maybe another girl. Vera said she wanted the same. “And what will you name them?” she asked.

I said maybe I’d name the girl Vera after my best friend.

She chortled and said, “Well I’m not naming my daughter after a month of the year.” She added she might consider Mae for a middle name though. She said her girls would be named Dorothy and Ruth. I said if I had a second girl she would be Mary and I teased; Vera would not be her middle name.

 Laughing we decided our boys would be John and James, whoever had theirs first could have first choice of the names. Of course, our girls would be the prettiest ever, the boys as handsome as their fathers. And all would be smart, they’d be able to go to high school, maybe even college. And we’d live in a town where there were proper shops, a theatre and a library.

I closed my eyes and could see it all. Dreaming aloud, I told her about the house I’d have with bedrooms enough for all of us, a big kitchen, dining room with a plate rail to display my fine china and a proper parlor. The front of the house would have a long wide porch across its width, where I’d have white wicker furniture for us to sit on when the day’s chores were done.

Realizing I was getting a little carried away with my dreams I asked Vera what her dream house would look like. When she didn’t answer I opened my eyes and turned toward her. Silent tears were streaming down her face.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked.

“No, it’s just Clarence, I know he will never write to me. He’s not like your Roy. He’s going to forget all about me once he’s in Nebraska and I will end up an old maid for I shall never love another.”

 I tried to reassure her that he would return soon enough, tired of Nebraska and longing for her. But if I am honest I have to say I have the same fear for myself. Will Roy and I ever be together or will he tire of waiting for me to turn 21?  I wish I knew for sure; it would make the waiting easier. 

After we untethered our horses and headed back out to the road I must confess we got confused and headed down the wrong one. The roads out here aren’t so well defined in places and it is easy to get confused as there are miles and miles of hills and little valleys and only a few ranches. We had ridden quite a way before we realized we somehow got ourselves headed to Hulett instead of the road that circles back to Mona. Mama was getting some worried about me when we finally galloped into our yard.

All was forgiven though when she saw we were safe and sound. She knows with Vera leaving for Belle Fourche soon this might be our last chance to ride together for a long, long time.


Mona, Wyo

Aug. 29, 1914

Dear Roy-

I am going to start a letter to you as my dish water is not hot enough to wash the dishes yet. Well I wonder how you are this evening, fine I hope. I am pretty well and do hope you are not lonesome for that is a bad thing.

Vera was up today and I was down there and stayed all night last night, and she and I are very sleepy today, so that accounts for being sleepy we talked about half of the night and I guess the biggest half of that ha ha

Waddingtons are going away to Nebraska soon so she will soon be lonesome too. She is looking pretty blue all ready but I tell her to cheer up so when are together we are all right. I think she will go to Belle Fourche this winter and we are going to maybe, so we will be together. I hope we will not get disappointed.

I got your letter today Harvey Plummer got the mail, and I was glad of coarse to get it.

Well it is so dark I must wash my dishes so will close for to night and will write more tomorrow so good night.


Sunday 30

 Well here goes for another start. I wonder what you are doing to day, fishing maybe. We are going to drive over to the river a while this afternoon and see what we can get there are lots of chickens now and we wanted to get a few buffalo Berrys. It’s pretty warm tho. We had three or four awful cool days but is warm again but not so hot as it has been.

Papa has been cutting the hay up here and he only has one patch of corn to do yet and they will have to stack it and thrash the grain.

Frank Risher is doing fine but is so busy he can’t write to no one hardly. He is going to business college in Sheridan so won’t be home for a long time.

Well I guess I will have to stop and get my bible lesson and get dinner also. Wish you was here too.

I am not working to hard, so don’t say that for I don’t beleave in working hard you know.

Hazel and I are going to cook for Uncle Tom’s thrashing crew. I think so will be busy for a few days.

I haven’t sent that card yet but will soon

Well I guess I have written a news paper all ready. I must stop.

Best Regards

Yours, Mae

LETTERS FROM MONA – part 31- August 14- August 18, 1914

August 14, 1914

Dear Diary,

It is another warm evening but at least we have had some cool ones in between to make it more bearable.  I am happy to write that Mama is back. She looks so much better and seems her energetic self again. I think maybe the rest did her better than whatever treatments the doctor gave. She said she was proud of how Hazel and I had taken such good care of things. Seems like that should prove I am ready and capable of taking care of my own household but I doubt the folks will agree.

We had a real nice crowd at church today. Most of the talk after the service was about that awful war going on in Europe. Some of the folks seem to think we are going to get involved. I sure hope not, I don’t want to think of any of our boys here going to war or worse yet, my dear Roy.

I can’t get it out of my head how awful my Grandpa Smith said the War of the Rebellion was for him growing up. His father died because of that war. He said it was so hard for all the families to carry on with so many of their men gone. Mr. Caple, Roy’s father, told pretty awful stories, too. He said he had been a prisoner in Andersonville. I sure hope this thing in Europe ends quickly, the cost is too big.   

Roy wrote that his parents are planning to move to Missouri this fall. They never did it last year but this year he thinks they will. At least he has no plans of going with them. He wrote that as a child he had no choice but to follow his father from place to place but he doesn’t have to now. Seems his father always thought the grass was greener somewhere else.

It will soon be threshing time here and for that I can hardly wait. And then I guess we will be the ones finding some place to go. I am hoping it will be Washington.  


Mona, Wyoming

Aug 17, 1914

Dear Roy –

I will try to write you a few lines this morning. How are you any way. Well and happy tho I hope, I am pretty well only have some trouble with my throat. I suppose you are real busy working. What kind of weather do you have now days. My we had a few days of nice cool weather but Oh how hot it has been in the last week. It was just awful hot I hope it will get cooler now for I believe we had enough for one year already.

Every one is still awful busy but we will be thru before so very long if a thashing machine will only hurry up and get here, so we can thrash and then I don’t know where we are going to go but some where I guess. There is nothing to do here so I guess we just as well go away.

I just got this far when I got such a headach I had to stop and have had a dreadful headache, it is pretty bad yet but I am going to write anyway for a while. My it is warm this afternoon. There is a dance at McDonalds Friday and Hazel is crazy to go so I guess I will go too. I don’t want to tho. Hazel and I are going down to stay a few days with papa and so will be there until after the dance. I wish you was here to go. My isn’t it awful about the war being so bad?

Well I guess I will have to write to Lillian and Justin before I will hear from them again.

When are your folks going away. I suppose Lida is going is she not? My I am sure you will hate to see them go. I am glad your berrys did so well I think that was a lot. I am glad you have such good times on Sunday for that is usually the lonesomest day. How did you celebrate your birthday worked hard all day tho I suppose.

When are you going down to Puyallup again? Mama was gone nearly three weeks so Hazel and I had quite a time baching. We got pretty tired of it tho. I only got twentyone quarts of cherrys and the birds got the rest of them. My we had wagon loads of them, but did not get quite enough, but maybe we will have a few plums.

I was talking to Vera and she and Florence Ryan were going down by McDonalds tomorrow evenings so Hazel and I will have company on the road. I am awful glad.

Vera was up and stayed all day Saturday. She said to tell you Hello. We surely have some great time talking and planning. Well I will stop and let you rest a while I may send you a card soon as I have one for you.

Best wishes,

As ever Mae


August 18, 1914

Dear Diary,

This is the most pleasant morning, blue sky and not to hot or cool. I am in Donald to keep Papa company for a couple of days. Hazel and I came down yesterday afternoon so we would be here in time for the dance. We picked up Vera and Florence on the way and of course Clarence was along, too.

Vera is so very blue about Clarence leaving for Nebraska with his family. They plan to leave in another month once all the crops are in, here. Mama and Papa lived in Nebraska for a few years. They were just kids though, at least Mama was anyway. Papa says the Waddington’s and Phillips have been following each other around since at least the 1850’s. At least they have no plans of following them back to Nebraska.

I got a terrible headache at the dance so didn’t stay to long. I was thankful we were spending the night here and I didn’t have far to go home.  I guess I slept it off as it is gone this morning.

I must stop now and start making some lunch. Papa has found a few ranch hands to help so I need to rustle up some food for them, just meat sandwiches and oatmeal cookies they can eat out in the fields.

LETTERS FROM MONA -Part 30 – August 1, 1914 – August 13, 1914

August 1, 1914

Dear Diary,

I haven’t written much lately; this is such a busy time of the year I find it hard to spare the time. Mama has never really gotten over the sickness she had earlier in the year and had started feeling rather poorly again so Papa sent her to Belle Fourche to get more treatments from the doctor there. She is staying with relatives. Yesterday we got a note from her saying she is doing some better but will stay a bit longer. I hope she is right about doing better as she hasn’t been good this year at all. It makes me feel worrisome.

Meanwhile Papa is so busy taking care of the farming at both places we hardly see him. This morning he and Daniel left for Donald and will be gone for several days. So Hazel and I are here alone to take care of everything else. Not only do we have to take care of the household chores and garden, but also make sure we feed the livestock and chickens, gather the eggs, milk our 4 cows, get the animals out to graze, put them back in the barn for the night and muck out the stables. To add to that it’s almost time to start picking the wild fruit and canning.

Hazel is pretty good about helping but she is driving me wild with all the singing she does. It wouldn’t be bad if she chose different songs but she sings the same one over and over until I can’t get it out of my head. If I hear her sing by the “Light of the Silvery Moon,” one more time today, she may find herself sleeping under the light of a silvering moon all alone in the garden.

Aug. 4, 1914

Dear Diary,

Down at the edge of our woods we have a good number of choke cherry bushes and they are beginning to get ripe. Picking them at the right time can be tricky, to early they taste horrid but wait until they are black and sweetest and the coons and birds are likely to get them all. So,we try to pick them when they are a deep wine color. Hazel and I went an picked a couple of buckets today. Growing in large clusters they are easy to pick. They are too sour to eat fresh but we sure love them in jelly. Hopefully we will get quite a few more pails full as they surely taste good in the winter over Papa’s flapjacks or smothered on top of a slice fresh from the oven bread.

It rained here quite a bit last week but with it came lightning storms and you know how much I hate those. The day before yesterday our telephone line got hit and it burned out our telephone. It hasn’t been ringing right for a long time anyway but I couldn’t bear the thought of being here alone with no telephone at all. But our dear old neighbor John, came over to look at it and had a spare part to fix what got burned out. So that is a good thing and the rain has made my garden looks so much better which is a second good thing.   


Mona, Wyo
Aug. 7, 1914

Dear Roy,-
I supose you will be very much put out about me not writing oftener but realy Hazel and I are baching here and was just so busy. I thot John was going to the Post office Thursday but he never so there for I am afraid you won’t get a letter very soon. I expect you think I am very careless and I know that I am too. I will try to do much better tho here after.

This is only Friday, and I supose I shouldn’t start a letter so long before I sent it but I was so awfully tired I just had to stop a few minutes.

It keeps Hazel and I real busy doing all the work and chores and we are picking and putting up cherrys too. My we just got back from picking three ten-pound pails and it is dreadful hot too. My we were surely tired, and Hazel wants to go over to grandpas tonight after supper so supose we will walk over there after supper. I am about all in tho.

I sent you a card and had Edna to mail it Tuesday but she never mailed it until friday so you won’t get that very soon either. My I am awful sorry I wonder how you are today? I got your letter last Tuesday and you know I was glad.

Saw Vera twice today, Mama has been gone nearly two weeks. I am getting real lonesome to see her. I think I will go down next week and stay with Papa as he will have some men working and so he needs a cook. Oh my! Hazel says it is time to get supper so will get busy again I will finish later, so good bye,


Aug 8, your birthday

Well here I am again I have been real busy doing the Saturday’s work and am about all in. Am nearly threw tho. I have only to churn, press my dress, make a cake, finish making my bread, and get supper. My seems like I never get throu.
Hazel is riding after horses. My, Daniel phoned and said they were coming home tonight so I am so glad. Mama has been gone nearly two weeks and Papa and Daniel nearly one.

Papa has so much to do and he can’t find anyone to work for him as help is so scarce this summer he is doing all his work alone so far but may be able to get help next week. Everybody wants someone to work but there don’t seem to be very many around here that want to work.

We had several nice rains since I last wrote and some dreadful storms. One time it stormed, it burnt our phone line. I was just about wild. We have it fixed now tho and it works better than it did for 3 years.

My I am glad it is not so warm in Wash. as it is here.

Hazel and I went over to grandpas last night we never started out until so late tho. We never got there until about nine oclock at night. See how brave we are it was awful dark too. There is going to be a picnic at Mc Donalds and a big dance after wards. I (the rest of this letter is missing)


August 8, 1914

Dear Diary,

I am sitting out in the yard as it is another hot evening. The air feels so dry and dusty, it makes my throat scratchy all day. I do hope the weather cools down soon, I have had enough of this heat.

Papa and Daniel made it back here in time for dinner tonight. I was glad I had decided to bake some biscuits to go with our stew and fresh greens. I opened tinned peaches for dessert. My, did they ever scarf down the food. Daniel said it was a heap better than the pork and beans and corn pone Papa had been fixing all week. He even gave me a great big hug and said he’d missed me. It’s nice to be appreciated.

I am feeling rather blue. I long to be with Roy for today is his birthday. I wanted to send him a gift but I had no way of getting one. I did have a card but have been so awfully busy I had to give it to Edna to mail for me on Tues. Only she forgot so it didn’t get mailed until Friday. I was not one bit pleased when she told me. It was all I could do not to scold her and that would have been bad for she was doing me a favor. He probably thinks I have forgotten him which I can assure you I haven’t. 

If he were here I would make him a great big cake. Maybe another angel food as we’ve got plenty of eggs with some berry preserves dripping over the top. He’s crazy for anything with berries. And I’d sing that “Happy Birthday To You,” song everyone has started singing. But he’s not here and that makes me so very blue.


August 10, 1914

Dear Diary,

Now that Papa and Daniel are back I have a bit more time to write. Last night after the supper dishes were done I set off for the top of the hill to watch the sun set. And oh, what a sight it was with the fields glowing gold and the wind blowing them like waves on an ocean. At least I imagine it’s like an ocean for I have never actually seen one. As the sky turned to a purple dusk, I sat with my hands wrapped around my legs, listening to the greatest orchestra of all. There can be no sweeter melody than the sound of a gentle wind, rippling through the grass, accompanied by the chirping crickets and the song of a meadowlark.

It won’t be long now until those glowing fields are just a memory. If only their yield would be as big as we hoped for.  


August 13, 1914

Dear Diary,

I must tell you about a funny incident that happened last night while Hazel and I were finishing up the supper dishes. Someone left the screen door open and a snake had taken the notion to slither in while our backs were turned to the sink. Hazel turned around to put her dish towel down and let out an ear-piercing shriek. “Snake!” I turned and saw that it was just a harmless bull snake and not a very big one at that, but her screams had alarmed it. It had reared itself up to look bigger and started thumping its tail like a rattler. She ran from the room screeching. I grabbed the broom shooed it back out the door as it hissed and reared at me all the while. Papa and Daniel came racing from the barn to see what all the commotion was about just as I swept it out the door. We all had a good belly laugh afterwards, except for Hazel she was amused and you can be sure she is going to be sure the screen door is firmly latched from now on.

I better stop writing and see what the shouting in the yard is about. Hopefully it’s not another snake scare.

LETTERS FROM MONA – Part 28 – July 1 – July 11, 1914

July 1, 1914

Dear diary,

My was yesterday ever a busy day for it was Hazel’s 14th birthday. Mama and I were busy fussing over the house and making the cake in preparation for her evening party. Hazel wanted a Devils food cake which has been all the rage around here this year. Mama made the pies and I made the cake. Here’s the recipe I used.

“Devil’s Food
1/2 cup of milk
4 ounces of chocolate
1/2 cup butter
3 cups pastry flour
1 1/2 cups of sugar
4 eggs
2 teaspoonfuls of baking powder
Put in a double boiler four ounces of chocolate and a half pint of milk; cook until smooth and thick, and stand aside to cool. Beat a half cup of butter to a cream; add gradually one and a half cups of sugar and the yolks of four eggs; beat until light and smooth. Then add the cool chocolate mixture and three cups of pastry flour, with which you have sifted two teaspoonfuls of baking powder. Beat thoroughly for at least five minutes; then stir in the well beaten whites of the eggs. Bake in three or four layers. Put the layers together with soft icing, to which you have added a cup of chopped nuts. The success of this cake depends upon the flour used.”
Mrs. Rorer’s New Cook Book, Sarah Tyson Rorer [Philadelphia: 1902] (p. 619)

Boiled icing
One cup of sugar (granulated), quarter cup of water (cold), one egg (only white, beaten stiff). Put water on sugar in a saucepan and let it boil until it threads. Then remove from fire and pour over the stiff white, beaten until it thickens. Put on the cake at once.”
The Oracle: Receipts Rare, Rich and Reliable, The Woman’s Parish Aid Society of Christ Church, [Tarrytown: New York] 1894 (p. 88)

And if I do say so myself the cake turned out mighty fine. And since not a speck of it is left I’d say others thought so too.

We had a nice crowd over. Since the weather was warm and fine we pot-lucked it outside. And of course, everyone brought something to share. So many good things to eat, smoked ham, biscuits and bread, fresh garden vegetables as well as pickled canned goods, my cake and Mama’s pies. Hazel proudly showed off her new middy blouse Mama had made her. Everyone said it was better than store bought. I’d embroidered some tiny red rose on a new hanker-chief to remind her of all the rose beads we have been making. Ha, Ha. And Daniel saved a couple of his pennies to buy her some chocolates. And she loved the scarf Roy sent her. It was so thoughtful of him to remember her birthday. He is such a good man.

As the sun set the men lit a bonfire and we all sat below sky of twinkling diamonds swatting mosquitoes, talking and singing.

Two of the neighbors brought their violins and played some tunes while we all visited. Vera played her guitar some too, and everyone sang along to it. All the music made Hazel very happy as she loves it more than anything. “When Irish Eyes Are Smiling” seems to be the favorite of everybody, not that we sound so awfully good but it’s fun just the same. And as always when the word Irish or Ireland comes up Papa and his siblings have to remind us all the Phillips money woes will disappear once their Irish ship comes in. Honestly even if was and true and his Great Grandfather, Patrick O’hara, was entitled to some great Irish estate, it would be divided so many ways by now it wouldn’t amount to much. Papa himself is one of 13 siblings and then there are all of his many cousins.

The coyotes were yowling at us by the time the party broke up, it must have been at least midnight.

Makes it hard to get up the energy to do much today. I think we will just have some leftover ham and cold biscuits for supper tonight.


Mona, Wyo
July 4, 1914

Dear friend,-
I have not received your letter yet but don’t supose I’ll get it until Tuesday or Wednesday so thot I would write any way, so you could get it.
Well I wonder what you are doing today, this is the 4th. I will tell you how we are spending it. Yesterday we started up to my Uncles who lives about twenty five or theirty miles from here. We started at seven in the morning and got off the right road and went so far out of our way. At twelve thirty we stopped for dinner and then we drove about two miles when here we meet them coming down to our place. I guess we were all sure surprised and it was fifteen miles on to their place and the roads were so rough that we decided to all come back here so started, and we ate our supper on the river then came on home got here about ten oclock last night and I was never so tired in all my life. We all were. I have not felt very good so I guess that made me worse. Today Grandpa and Grandma came over and we had ice cream and so spent the fourth at home. Aunt Sadie and Bert were not here tho. I wish they could have been. My I was surely glad to see all the folks they have a baby we had never saw and they named her Zeta Mae, so I have name sake.

Well it is getting dark. I don’t supose you can read this so will write more later, good night.

Well here I am today this is Sunday. We are still pretty tired yet. I don’t know when we will get over that trip. We made ice cream again today. I wish you were here. I supose you will be going back to Nagrom today or tomorrow.
I gave every body I saw and some I didn’t see some cherrys and I counted them all up that had some and there were forty, so you see how good they must have been. McDonald’s and Clara and all them said they sent their best regards and would like to see you and have you come see them and they had not forgotten you.
Well I will close. I hope your arm is well.

As ever,

Authors note: This photo is of a portion of the actual letter and dried flowers still with the letter.


July 6, 1914

Dear Diary,

Well the fourth has come and gone. We never did get to Hulett as they came here instead. I could have gone back with them but decided not to. The folks can use my help and I hate to have Uncle Will have to go to all the trouble of taking me back.

Oh, and I must tell you if anyone ever tells you that rattlesnakes always rattle before they strike, don’t believe them. I know because one almost caught me this afternoon. Mama had asked me to fetch some cold water from the spring so I grabbed two pails and marched off to get it. I was so busy hoping I’d get a letter from Roy today I didn’t notice the rattler until it was inches from the toe of my boot. I jumped backwards just in time.


July 9, 1914

Dear Diary,

Today I finally got up the courage write to Roy and tell him some moths got into the beautiful fur cape he gave me and damaged it in a couple of spots. Fortunately, they didn’t get into the hat or muff. Vera said I should tell him for she thought the place he purchased them at could repair the damage. I hope so and I hope he isn’t too mad. It was very careless of me not to take better care of them.


July 10,1914

Dear Diary,

Our old neighbor John came by today with the mail from Mona and a couple of Jack rabbits he had shot. My they were so nice and plump. Mama thanked him and invited him to stay for dinner which he accepted. Then he and Daniel went to work to dress them while we fixed up some baked beans, corn bread and coffee to go with them. Trust me when I say it all smelled so good and tasted good too.


July 11, 1914

Dear Diary,

The folks left this morning to go to Belle Fourche for a few days. I probably won’t get much of chance to write in you with just me to hold down the fort. Well I will have Hazel and Daniel here for some company. We have had quite a few lightning storms; I sure hope we don’t get another one while they are gone. I worry so about getting a lightning strike on one of the outbuildings or worse the house. It’s hard to be the brave one for Hazel and Daniel when the truth be told I am more scared than they are. I know I have said it before but I hate lightning storms.



LETTERS FROM MONA – Part 27 – June 19- June 29, 1914

June 19, 1914

Dear Diary,

My I have been working so hard helping Mama and then Papa with the crops. More than I have ever done before. So far this is the busiest season I remember. My hands look so stained and rough. I’m going to ask Mama if she has any healing cream she uses to spare as I could surely use some.


June 20, 1914

Dear Diary,

It’s a quiet evening. We had a cold supper tonight so there wasn’t much to do for clean-up. I am sitting out in my garden watching it grow. Hazel says I am crazy but it’s growing so fast this week I really do think I can see it grow.

For a change Papa is done for the day and enjoying one of the many periodicals we subscribe to and Mama is working on a new middy blouse and skirt for Hazel to wear for her birthday. Supposedly the blouse is the latest in middy styles. Hazel picked it out of the Sears Catalog and Mama is copying it. She’s incredible, she can just look at a picture in the catalog and then make one like it. She’s teaching me her secrets and I have to say I am getting pretty good at it. This middy will be a tan color with a red sash belt and bow tie.  The belt goes around the hip and is kept in place by slits in the fabric which the belt is threaded through. It also features a squared front collar and is rounded in back and a red bow tie. She’s going to love it.

Vera was over this afternoon; we sure had a good chat. She says the new ranch hand working at the place across the road from them is smitten with me. She thinks I should pay him some attention. So handsome she said and more importantly lives here not in Washington. I did talk to him for a bit at the young people’s meeting and he is easy on the eyes but I absolutely am not interested in courting him or anyone else around here. I told her she could have them but she laughed and said no way she has has found her guy. Clarence is her one and only. I told her it was the same with me, Roy is my one and only.

I’m kindy afraid I feel another one of those sick headaches coming on again. I hope not, I can’t stand them and have been having them too often lately. When they get bad I can’t do anything, not study or even eat.


Mona, Wyo

June 22, 1914

Dear Roy-
How are you today? I surely hope you are fine and that your arm is well am sorry you are having so much trouble with it. I am pretty well except have a terrible headache today but will get over it I guess.
Bert and Sadie were here today they just left a little while ago they are going down home. Aunt Sadie is some ancious to see how every thing look in her garden. She just planted it and came up here. Bert just go back from shearing, Saturday. I am alone just now Mama went over in the field to where Papa is working and Hazel and Daniel are at school. I got a picture of Lillian and their big boy Saturday.
I really almost went crazy over it. Was so glad. I also got a letter from Lida, she wrote a nice letter.
Vera was up day before yesterday and I was down there the day before that.
I helped Papa in the field a little last week and want to help him some more soon as I can. My garden is looking fine, I stay in it half the time. I just have lots of comfort watching it grow.

 I suppose you are working hard today in the woods. Grandpa has a great time looking throu his glasses at that big tree in that picture. I wish I knew where to get a few pictures of some more large trees he enjoys looking at them so much. Justin said in his letter he was thinking of going to Buckley to work, so perhaps he is there now.

 Got your letter of course Saturday. I guess we will get our mail at Mona from now on and then I don’t know when we will get as we won’t be so handy but perhaps John will get it for us as he is always going.

Well my headaches so I will have to stop for now will write more tomorrow as this is only Monday. Good by until later.

Here I am this morning but don’t feel like writing very much so you will just have to excuse me this time. hope I can write better next time. Will not be sure of the mail either way from now on as you can never tell when you can get the mail or send any. I have a dreadful headache over my left eye. Well I will close now.

Best Wishes as ever Mae.

P.S. Don’t get worried if you do not hear from me regular for it is not always I can send a letter, but always do the best I can.
Excuse this poor letter.

(China letter included with this letter translate to : “Don’t say anything about me not feeling well but I must have to tell you I have felt pretty bad for a week, have got the blues too but don’t worry about me just think of you and I will be fine.”  


Nagram, Wash.

June 26th, 1914

Dear Mae:

Well here I am again to bother you for a fiew minutes with my foolishness as I have nothing else to do this evening. Wish I could see and talk to you for a little while instead of writing. I think it would be much nicer and I can talk better than I write and I am not so very much on the talk either.

Well how are you getting along by now? I got your last letter last Sunday and of course I was glad but sorry you were not feeling very well and hope you are better now. You must be careful with yourself and not get sick any more than you can help for you don’t know how it hurts me to here of you being sick.

Richard isn’t here now, he got hurt last Monday and went to the hospital. It isn’t anything serious tho. He got hit on the leg with a cable, which bruised his leg quite badly. Haven’t heard from him since he left so I don’t know how he is getting along. I think he will be alright again in a couple of weeks. We sure miss him here, for he was playing for us on the violin every evening, and it has seemed awful lonely since he went away.

Tell Hazel I would like to be there to give her a good threshing for her birthday. Hope she will like her scarf. It seems funny to give a present like that in the summer but it is something that will last until cold weather come around.

I am not feeling so well this week as usual. Have had a pretty bad cold for a fiew days and it makes me feel pretty bum I tell you, and the weather is still pretty bad, rains a good share of the time, has been raining and early all day today and is coming down like sixty or sixty-five just now. I wonder if we are going to ever have any summer, it sure doesn’t look like it now. If we don’t has some sunshine pretty soon I am afraid it will be bad for the rasp-berries. They have begun to ripen now and should have some dry weather. I had a letter from Mother the other day and she said they had picked quite a fiew already.

Lida has been sick with mumps but is just about over it now. Blanch Stockton is staying with the folks now she is picking berries. Mother said that Lillian and you’re your Aunt Ann were going to pick also. So guess that Justin and Lillian must be back in Puyallup. I would sure like to see them and I suppose I will in a fiew days now. I hear that the camp is going to close down next Friday, that will be the second of July, and it will start up again the following Tuesday so we will have only three days to do our celebrating. But guess that will be plenty of time for us to get drunk and blow in all our money.

Don’t expect to do any celebrating this year. I think I will stay home and have a good rest. I have been at home so little in the past two years that it is pretty nice to get to be home for a while. Think I will enjoy that more than any other way I can spend the time that I will have to spare.


Mona Wyo

June 28, 1914

Dear Roy –

This is only Sunday but I thot I would write a letter to you as I a kindy lonesome. I wonder how you are today. I hope your arm is alright by now. I am afraid you did not take good care of it did you, you must be careful. I have surely been on the sick list for a week or more, think I am some better today. I am alone today Papa is hunting horses and Mama, Hazel and Daniel went to church. I didn’t feel like going today. I sure hate to miss going but I just could not today.

Vera is alone too, so she said maybe she would be up. I hope she does, for then I would have good company. She was up yesterday to see me, but I was so sick I didn’t get to say much to her but if she comes today I will make up for lost time. Wish you were coming.

Well I got your letter also those other things. And oh how good those cherries are they are the best I ever saw they just kept fine and there was not one mashed or nothing wrong with them they just came in time as I had not ate anything yesterday and I ate quite a few. My there were fine. I sure wish I could help you pick them but I am afraid I would be more bother than good, as I would eat so very many. Well here comes Vera so will stop and write more later. Good by until then M.E.P

Monday 29

Well here I am to bother you some more. I wish I knew how you was this fine day. I am pretty good, feel better than I had that is for several days.

I will send this up Nagram as I think you will be there by the time this gets there. I suppose you will be home for the forth I hope so as it won’t be so lonesome there. Am glad Lida got along so well.

I think maybe we will go to Hulett for the forth. My uncle and Aunt lives there. I hope we can as I am anxious to see them, it has been a long time since we saw them. We are going Friday if we go as it is about 25 miles from here, I may stay a week or so as I think I would feel better if I stayed there a while as I may stay. All the folks want me to. Mama’s aunt and Uncle were here today and I gave them some cherries and they nearly went wield, over them.

Vera and I had a fine time yesterday as the folks did not get home until late.

Oh yes I have been going to tell you for the last several time how Aunt Sara Waddington is, she is not well by all means as she is in town yet. And Uncle Will has been awful poorly this spring and summer, he could scarcely stand to take treatment at all. I feel so sorry for them all. They have had quite a bit of trouble.

Hazel and Daniel are hunting for strawberries as they have to hunt for a hour or two for a cup. But they are sure good when we do get them.

I am glad your berries are so nice but sorry your Uncle got hurt. Your cherries must be nice too this year, those you sent were fine. I believe they saved my life as I have been feeling better ever since. I got a letter from Frank Risher, he is doing fine I guess.

Well I wish you was going to be here the 4th but you are not so must make the best of it, I will try to write while I am up there if I can.

Well I will close as there is a terrible storm coming Thank you very much for everything you sent.

As ever, Mae

LETTERS FROM MONA – part 26 – June 2 – June 17, 1914

June 2, 1914

Tonight, I hiked across the road and up a little hill to my favorite spot to go on summer evenings when I can spare the time. It’s a big old rock I started calling my pet rock when I was a little girl and Mama and I would go there. It’s the perfect shape to sit and enjoy the view. The prairie isn’t all flat like a lot of folks think at least not here in the Bear Lodge Mountains. Here the land slopes and rolls gentle-like until it bumps into the tree covered Black hills.

Last night’s sunset was spectacular. As the sun set behind the mountains the sky filled with yellow, reds and purples. Grazing on the nearby hills I must have counted 40 antelope and deer. So many rabbits were hopping around too. I’d sure like to catch the ones responsible for eating some of my garden.

I got up to scurry back down the hill as the sky began to darken and the meadow larks sang their last sweet song. Once back in view of the house I saw Hazel sitting alone on the porch hugging her knees.  I joined her and together we watched the moon rise and the sky fill with twinkling stars. It was so beautiful it moved us to start singing a bad rendition of, “Home On The Range.”

It’s evenings like last night that make me glad I’m a Wyoming girl if only my logger was beside me. And yes, I do mean logger, not a cowboy.   


June 4, 1914

Dear Diary,

Today is Daniel’s 11th birthday. Mama had me make his favorite sour cream chocolate cake. The heavenly smell of chocolate baking drifting out the door to where I sit writing, is enough to drive me wild. When it cools I will make a rich vanilla cream frosting to go on top. My mouth is watering now as I think of tasting it. Can you tell it’s one of my favorites, too?

Mama is out in the yard plucking a chicken. Yes, another favorite of mine, we will have chicken and dumplings for our supper. After supper a few of the neighbors promised to come over and help us celebrate. And on our last visit to Aladdin we got some lemons so we will have lemonade to go with the cake.  

Hazel and I pooled our money together and bought Daniel a new baseball as his old one got lost. Mama and Papa got him a baseball mitt and we already have a bat. He won’t get to open them until after supper. I guess we all spoil him a bit but he is the baby of the family. Right now, he and Hazel are still at school.


June 5, 1914

Dear Diary,

We had a nice little crowd at the house last night and it was nearly 11 before everyone left. The folks exclaimed about how good my cake was and one of the neighbors brought warm cinnamon buns and a batch of her famous oatmeal cookies so there were plenty of goodies to go around.

Most of the menfolk went out in the yard for a game of baseball so Daniel could break in his new mitt. You should have seen him when they finished, his red hair sticking up every which way and smiling from ear to ear. I guess you could say his new mitt was a homerun.

I was up early as usual this morning so I am kind of tired but must get to work on my garden. It’s a real chore to keep it weeded but I’ll have a nice crop if I succeed in keeping those pesky rabbits out. I’ve had to reseed a few things because of them and I do hope we have enough rain to keep it all growing, too. I tell you being a farmer is not an easy business.

Papa is still so busy with farming both here and in Donald. There are no hired hands to be found anywhere around here. When Mama can spare me, I try to go out and help him the best I can which means I have very little spare time. I guess it’s just as well as it keeps me from thinking of you know who quite so much. Except, it also keeps me from studying and that’s not so good.


June 10, 1914

Dear Diary,

I just got a letter from Roy and I’m some worried. He was writing because he had the day off due to a sore arm but he didn’t say what was wrong with it. He just got over that bad infection in his arm so I’m afraid it might have come back. Logging is such dangerous business almost anything could have happened. Hopefully it’s just a pulled muscle or something simple like that and he’s already back to normal as I write these words. Still I’m going to fret over it until I hear he is well.

Lida sent me a box of the loveliest rose petals. The sweet scent was intoxicating as I opened the box. Vera called me a bit ago she said she could come over and we could talk while I work on making some more beads.

June 14, 1914

Dear Diary,

Well today was the day Miss Kendall and I held our first young people’s meeting. Let me tell you I was some nervous about it but I guess it turned out all right. Yesterday we carried buckets of water and a broom over to the Mona schoolhouse and mopped and dusted everything good. We even washed the windows, cleaned the blackboard and polished the stove, so everything looked very nice. We made lemonade with the lemons Miss Kendall ordered up from Belle Fourche. We also took up plates and glasses for around 20.

Both of us made cakes. I put some pink coloring Mama bought from the Watkins man in mine and it turned the batter a lovely pink color. But when we cut into the cake we found the color has sunk to the bottom. So instead of being pink it was red on the bottom and white on top. I felt my cheeks turn red as the bottom of that cake, I was so aghast, but it tasted fine and everyone loved it and thought I’d done it on purpose.

We had a pretty good crowd. I think everyone enjoyed themselves but many said they were too busy to commit to coming to regular meetings. On top of that Miss Kendall and Clay Massie announced they are getting married soon. I doubt she will be able to help me with meetings much longer so wonder if we will ever have many.


June 17, 1914

After I did my morning chores for Mama I went out to the fields to help Papa. The hot sun beating down on my poor head made it hurt and now my head aches so bad especially over my left eye. I do hope this isn’t one of those nasty ones that last for days. It hurts so now; I can write no more.    

LETTERS FROM MONA -Part 24 -May 17- May 25, 1914

May 22, 1914

Dear Diary,

I feel so bad, I must write in you. Just a little while ago Aunt Sadie called hysterical. It seems Mrs. Marchant, Bert’s mother, just got up from her lunch at her daughter’s and keeled over on the floor, dead.

Mama is in Donald with Papa today, so I was all alone when she called. Thank goodness it didn’t take long for the rest of the folks on Mona line to listen in and start to act, because I didn’t know what to say to comfort her.  Grandma and Grandpa Smith are going to Aladdin and are going to pick up Mama in Donald on the way. So, it looks like I am left here alone to hold down the fort.

 I feel so bad, I really liked the dear lady. I wish there was something I could do. Bert is out sheep shearing somewhere it might take a while to track him down. He will be devastated when he hears the news. She seemed like such a vigorous lady too. Guess one really needs to cherish the good moments, as nothing in life is for sure.

Hazel and Daniel will be back soon from school so I best get my chores finished.  


May 23, 1914

Vera came and spent the night with me last night so I wouldn’t have to be alone with my sad thoughts. I was sure glad as we had a terrible storm.  And you know how bad those scare me especially with Mama and Papa away. She had to leave first thing this morning and then Hazel and Daniel came back from the barn and said Betsy, our milk cow, had disappeared overnight. They searched the yard everywhere but she was nowhere to be found. So, after a quick breakfast I sent them to search for her on their ponies. I am going to write Roy a quick letter and if they aren’t back then I will have to saddle up Drummer and see what they are up to. I certainly hope they find her well and chewing her cud.    


Donald, Wyo
May 23, 1914

Dear friend,-
I will write you a few lines as I am kindy lonely. I am alone this afternoon. I am pretty well and hope you are very well.

Mama went down to stay with papa Wednesday so there for I had to stay alone in the day time. I got kindy lonesome but I kept pretty busy and that keeps one from getting to lonesome, doesn’t it?

Vera was up and stayed all night we sure had a good time never went to bed until eleven oclock and then there was a terrible storm.

This is Saturday but Hazel and Daniel are hunting for our cow we can’t find her no place they have ridden all day and are not back yet.

I am busy with the Saturdays work but I am so tired or (lazy) I don’t know which I can’t do much.

I took a nice big ride on my dear horse yesterday went over to our neighbors about four miles and back.

I thot Drummer was to mean for me to ride but I rode him any way and got along fine. I wish I could ride oftener and I think perhaps I might from now on.

I may go down and stay a week with Papa for I don’t think I can let Mama go very much it is to lonely for me here.

I think Holly Barber got the mail contract I am not sure. Well I will get a letter from you tonight and you will get one from me.

Mama says I got a letter from Sade Henry. I am anxious to get it too. I hear that Henry and Amber are going to be married soon.

I suppose you will get the beads today and oh how much trouble that will be for you. Well I must go and get to work again have got to scrub and churn by.

Well I will write a few more lines while I rest I just got finished scrubbing two floors.

Mrs. Marchant the old lady died yesterday morning. Oh dear I feel so sorry for Bert and Aunt Sadie and all the rest of them. I am awfully sorry, I liked her so well. She was so nice.

I have been so nervous since I heard I can hardly stand it. It was so sudden she just fell dead. Bert was away shearing and had quite a way to come.

I wish I could see you Roy but it don’t do much good to wish does it when one is so far away.

Clara and Holly are living on her place now.

We are having there is Vera calling ———–

Well here I am again today.

My we had the dreadfulest storm last night and just Hazel and Daniel and I here. I was some scart, it was the worst storm I ever saw.

I got your letter last night and a box of nice roses from your mother and Lida, my but they were fine. I am going to make some beads out of them. I also got a card from Lillian and Justin and telling about their baby boy. I got a letter too a few days ago.

You said you wished you had been to the dance but might have spoiled my good time. What made you say that Roy? I would have had a lot better time if you had been there. I would have liked joined that fish fry you spoke of.

Lida never wrote but I believe she has her beads or she would say so. My I sure enjoyed my flowers they were so pretty and smell – so nice makes me lonesome for Wash. and to see all the people.

I bet you did miss Joe. I hope you send me that picture you spoke of.

Well I have written a book so will not bother you no more

as ever,

(The China note in this letter decodes to “I was afraid by the                             
way you wrote in your letter you was mad or  something. Tell me”)

Note: Mrs. Marchant mentioned in this letter was Bert’s mother and died in Aladdin, Wyoming May 22, 1914 at age 67.

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Anna Fear Marchant

 May 25, 1914

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was a busy day as we all went to Aladdin to attend Mrs. Marchant’s service and what a nice one it was too. The church was filled with so many friends and family. Her husband once managed the coal mine there and he was also on the county commissioners board so they knew all the folks for miles around. The floral arrangements were so lovely and full of the springtime flowers she loved. And Rev. Tracy spoke such a nice tribute of her.

They ran a special train to take the family and friends who wished to go and see her laid to rest next her husband in Belle Fourche. It was coming back the same day but we didn’t go as Papa is still so busy with the farming.

Sadie looked so sad. I wish I could have had some alone time with her. But that was impossible with all the friends and family constantly surrounding her and Bert. Maybe later in the week, I hope so anyway.

LETTERS FROM MONA – Part 23- May 10 – May 19,1914

May 10, 1914

Dear diary,

Tonight, just after supper Papa told Daniel and Hazel to go tend to things in the barn without him. Hazel knew something was up so she said, “but what about my dish chores, don’t you think I’d better stay here and help Mama?”

 “No,” said Papa, “Mae and Mama can handle it,” and he shooed them out the door.

 My heart plummeted I knew they must have heard the rumors about me running to Washington and I was about to face a wrath of questioning.

Mama watched them go to the barn from the window as soon as she was sure they’d gone she turned to Papa and said, “I think we’d all best sit down at the table to talk.”

My bottom lip quivered as I sat with my arms hugging my chest. Why I was so afraid I can’t say for I knew I’d done nothing wrong. There was no way I’d let them stop me from writing to Roy.

Papa sat with his arms firmly planted on the table. “Mae there is no easy way for me to say this, we’ve heard Roy has sent you money to go to Washington. You know we have forbade you to do any such thing before you are 21.”  

“I know,” I said. “I’ve heard the rumors too. But they aren’t true, I would love to go back there to live but I never would go without your blessings. Besides, Roy has never suggested I should go, let alone send me money. It’s all a bunch of nonsense, you know how folks like to gossip.”

Papa folded his arms and looked me in the eyes. “You do know Mama and I have nothing but your best interests at heart. Running off to Washington to chase a man at your young age is nothing but plum foolishness.”

“But I just told you I am doing no such thing,” I said, almost knocking over my chair as I got up to flee. Mama put her arm on me and said, “Mae, sit back down we aren’t done.”

Papa folded his arms across his chest, “I sincerely hope you are telling the truth; Roy seems like a good man but you have no idea how hard life can be.”

I braced myself for the usual lecture on how hard life can be, how Grandma Jessie was widowed with 13 children left to raise, when Mama interrupted. “Alex, I can tell by her eyes she is telling the truth, if she says she is not leaving for Washington then enough has been said. She rose from the table and handed me the hot kettle of water from the stove.  She turned toward Papa and said, “It’s time Mae and I get the dishes done. Shouldn’t you be checking on what Daniel and Hazel are up to in the barn?”

And with that Papa strode to the door his jaw clenched and headed to the barn.

Fighting back tears, my fingers shook as I poured the hot water into the dish pan and started washing while Mama dried, neither of us saying a word. As soon as I was done I grabbed you and escaped here to where the babbling creek could hide the sounds of my sobbing. How dare they treat me as if I was still a child for a child I am not. If only Vera or Sadie were here to talk, I think I would feel better. They’d understand what the folks can’t seem to. And thank goodness for you dear diary without you to pour my thoughts into I think I would go plum crazy.

I guess I’d better dry my tears as dusk is starting to fall. I sure don’t want Hazel to notice I’ve been crying. She’d want to know why and if I told her she would tell her friends who would tell others and make me feel all the worse.  


May 16, 1914

Dear Diary,

Tis washing day or at least it should be if it weren’t snowing. Yes, snow, I think there must be a good 4 inches out there now and it is still falling. It started yesterday and has been falling off and on ever since. I hope the cold doesn’t hurt my garden. I think it will be fine though, as it hasn’t sprouted anything yet. Guess it’s going to be an inside sort of day; I do believe I will spend some time writing Roy and maybe some of the other Puyallup folks. In his last letter he said he’d heard of the rumors about us and wondered if he should stop writing for a spell, a thought too hard for me to bear. I must reassure him I am okay and he must keep writing.


May17, 1914

Tis ironing day except Mama and I did the washing instead. As cold and snowy as yesterday was, today the sun is out bright, the breeze warm and all the snow has vanished.

Not long ago the sound of a motor attracted my attention as I was hanging the clothes out to dry. I walked to the end of the clothesline and looked in the direction of the noise and what should appear but a blue automobile. Mr. Plummer waved at me as he turned and entered our yard. He jumped out and waved me over to take a good look at his shiny new blue car. After I had oohed and awed over it he joined Mama on the porch and gave us the news that Clara Cady and Mr. Barber had married.  Course I already knew they were doing that but Mama was sure surprised. He said he intends to spend the summer at his ranch. And with that he left  to show off his car to someone else. Mama laughed and said those contraptions will never make it out here. I don’t know, while our roads are plenty rough alright, I think the automobile is here to stay.

Guess I’ll devote the rest of the time I have left today to stringing rose beads and get a letter off to Roy. So, I best end this and get to work.  


Donald Wyo

May 17, 1914

Dear friend,

I received your letter last night and of course I was glad. I am pretty well and hope you are the same only better.

I am glad you are working not very hard as you say, but I don’t know whether to believe you or not in that case.

Well I just got started last night and had to stop to make a fire and supper, after supper we had one of the worst storms I ever saw. And of course, almost scared me to death so did not write any more.

Mama is going to the office today and I may go down to Davidsons as Vera wants me too. She was here yesterday all day. We had a real nice time. I wish you could have been here too.

My we sure had some rain have had lots this spring and last Sunday and Monday we had a great big snow storm the snow was about six inches deep in some places.

Papa is not quite through farming down to Donald and then he has to do our place up here it sure keeps him busy.

Oh yes, I must not forget to tell you about the wedding that took place the 11th of May. Can you guess who? Well I will tell you Holly Barber and Clara Cady were married on that day. I was not surprised as they told me. I was the only one who knew tho. Wasn’t they good? I knew a long time ago but did not tell any body.

Harvey Plummer was here today he is going to stay out here on the ranch. He as a new car now. You know he is the owner of the blue sedan.

Hazel and Daniel go to school. Miss Kendal is teaching again.

I guess Mama will go down and stay a few days with papa this week and I supose I will be alone in the daytime.

Well Roy we are sending some beads. I hope to bother you so we are sending more than we intended but maybe you could sell them sometime. They have been selling for a $1.00 per string and .75 for the bandeau but you can sell them for whatever you can get. We made them all last week so was real busy.

I am sorry Joe went away as I supose it is lonesome there for you. I went up to the barn with a rope and picked a couple of flowers, here they are Thank you for yours. I think them fine.

As ever


P.S. We thank you very much for your trouble with the beads and hope you will not have much trouble selling them. Frank said he got your letter. Vera said to tell you hello.

Friendship is a golden knot,

Tied by a loving angel’s hand.

(Author’s note:  the following long China letter was hard to translate so it made sense. Part of it seemed to say there are so many stories so I would not pay any attention to them. Vera told me one but don’t say a word in the letters. Just what stories she is referring to are impossible to say as most of this does not translate into real words but it sounds like Roy must have heard of them and perhaps suggested he shouldn’t write as often.)

May 19, 1914

Dear Diary,

I feel so blue. Just a bit ago our phone sounded that special ring that tells us we have a call for all to hear. A neighbor was calling to play us a song on his new Victrola. If only it hadn’t been the song Roy and I had claimed as ours. I can feel his arms around me now as we danced and swayed to the lyrics.

       “Let me call you sweetheart, I’m in love with you.

         Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.

         Keep the love-light in your eyes so true.

        Let me call you sweetheart. I’m in love with you.

Oh, if only he was here right now…

LETTERS FROM MONA – Part 22 – May 1, 1914 -MAY 9,1914

Donald, Wyo

May 1, 1914

Dear friend-

I received your letter Wednesday and of course I was glad. But sorry to hear you had not been feeling well and do hope you are well by now.
I am feeling a little better today than I have for the last week. But not very good yet. Well I think I can do better with a pencil as I am laying down at present. I have a dreadful headache. Well the folks got home Wednesday. I was glad to see them come for I was getting pretty lonely but was so glad to see them feeling so much better. I think that doctor is a wonderful fellow, my they both look so much better and he is going to cure Aunt Ellen and that is sure doing something good, he has helped her wonderful now. She went back to town I guess she will stay for a long time. I think we will move to Belle Fourche this summer or fall if papa don’t get the mail route. We are going to move up home tomorrow night after papa comes home with the mail He is so very busy he can’t spare the time any other day, so if we are able to go we will be up there soon I will be pretty well pleased to get home but I hate to leave Papa here all alone. When he has so much to do. but I supose Mama or I either one will be here part of the time. I haven’t got to study any to amount to anything yet am getting pretty discouraged for every thing goes against me, sickness and everything. I don’t know when I will be able to study now. I was down to Mc Donalds a little while today. They have a new man working for them now he is a cousin of theirs. Clara, Mr. Barber and Lela and Mr. Cady were there to see me the other night I was pretty glad for I was alone. Well I believe this is all I can write this time I feel pretty bum. Hope your are well now. I wish you would write so I can get it on Saturday instead of Wed as it won’t have to be written so long before I get it. but do as you please and you will please me. As ever M.E.P.


May 4th, 1914

Dear Diary,

Be it ever so humble there is no place like home. We moved back home to Mona last night and am I ever glad for it is here I like the best. Mama and I have been busy getting everything settled and now this evening I am happy to report it feels like we never left. Daniel is fussing at me; he wants me to play a game of checkers with him so I guess I will end this for today.


May 5, 1914

Dear Diary,

Only 2 more days until my 18th birthday. Oh how I wish I could go away to Washington but the folks will have none of that and I haven’t the money to go on my own and as I have said before I wouldn’t want to hurt them by doing that anyway. I am taking a bit of a rest from my morning chores. But soon I will get up and start chopping in a new garden. I think Papa is too busy to help me this year but I can manage on my own.  Last year’s garden did well indeed but this years shall be better yet as I have learned from the mistakes I have made.

I have been thinking of starting up a young people’s meeting to give some of us something social to do during the summer months. I am tired of the dances and it would be nice to be with just some of our age group besides.


Nagram, Wash.

May 7,1914

Dear Hazel,

How are you feeling this fine evening? I am feeling just fine and hope your are in the same predicament.

Got your letter quite a while ago and hope you will excuse me for not answering it sooner. I have so many letters to write and so much reading to do that it keeps me pretty busy all my spare time.

Well I suppose you are having a good time this evening as tis is Mae’s birthday and she told me there was going to have a party.

You ought to be here Hazel. I think you could get all the dancing you want, they have two dances here every week. Wednesdays and Saturdays. They don’t dance the grape-vine here but they have another dance instead of the two-step. It is somewhat like the grapevine only it is more raggey. I don’t know what they call it. They also dance the hesitation waltz some. Richard has been playing for them a number of times wish you could hear him, he does just fine. He is sitting beside me now playing for me as I write. Just now he is playing “It a long way to Tipperary.”  (Author’s note, Richard is Roy’s older brother and was a fine violin player who could play by ear I am told)

Wish I could hear you sing some of your new songs. Wish there is a phone line from here to there, so you could sing some for me over the wire.  (Author’s note: The folks on Mona Road were connected to Aladdin via phone lines in 1910)

We are having lovely weather now. I never saw it nicer. Hope it is nice in Wyoming to.

Well   this is enough for now so will stop.

Think of me at the party tonight and maybe that will help me some.

So long

As ever

W. R.C.

Mae’s sister Hazel Phillips


Donald Wyo,

May 7, 1914

Dear friend,

Well I thot I would write a few lines to you while I was resting and tell you we are down this far as tonight is the dance and we are very busy we did not get here until 5 0’clock  so we are very busy getting ready. I don’t know hardly what I am writing so I guess I will not write much and will write tomorrow and maybe I’ll say better things.

I know one thing tho I got one of the nicest presents I ever saw tonight. My I was so surprised when I walked in the house this evening and saw that.

Friday morning.

I just got that far when they called me for supper and never got to write any more. Well I feel pretty good this morning only tired and sleepy of course. We just had a lovely dance, I sure wish you had been there to see we some times have a nice crowd too, they all behaved so well and there were lots there. We did not get home until four this morning and now we have to go on up above and never left here until seven and so it was so late when we got home about 9:30. I think we were glad to get there but awful tired.

My I can’t hardly thank you enough for the present. I just think them fine. I never saw such a pretty box of stationary as this is and the candy is fine.

Well I can’t think of no news hardly. Aunt Sadie will soon be up in our country and I will surely be glad. Bert is going away Tuesday I think. We are having fine weather now. I hope it is nice there and there is no more snow. We have not had any snow yet this spring and I hope we don’t any either.

Are you going down to Puyallup when you said you had better for that would be nice.

Maybe Hazel and I will send you a half dozen strings of Beads before long.

My I saw so many of my cousins I had not saw for so long until last night.

I have not heard from Lida and don’t know if she got her beads or not am getting anxious to hear if she got them alright. Well I will stop for I am so dizzy I can’t hardly write. Write soon. And don’t work to hard.

as ever,


When in my grave I lonely sleep.

And the weeping willows over me leap,

It is then dear friend and not before

That I shall think of thee you no more.

 Your true Friend 25.19.7    (code translates to Mae)


May 9, 1914

Dear Diary,

Goodness did I ever have a lovely birthday. So many people to help me celebrate and such fine food.

Mama made me my favorite chocolate cake. She and Papa gave me some fine yardage of corduroy fabric and a nice piece of white embroidered lawn I should be able to make a nice skirt and blouse from them.

Hazel gave me a hankie she had embroidered with pretty pink flowers and Daniel made me a card from colored paper.

Grandma had my quilt finished. I can see it now spread out on my finest bed. But for now, it waits in my hope chest.

But oh, the surprise from Roy was the best of all. The card, stationery and box of chocolates would have been plenty but the box also had a beautiful bouquet of dried flowers, Roy had collected. I put the bouquet next to my bed to see as I blow out the lantern before I sleep.

I couldn’t help but feel a little spoiled. Now it’s time to go back to reality for the cow still needs milking and the chores need doing. I guess that means I need to end this nonsense for today.