Wistful Vista, Ohio March 11, 2021
Things have been awful quiet and lonely since you and Fred moved to El Paso on account of Fred’s job. Abel and the girls miss you all, especially your rhubarb-apple pie and Ed’s funny jokes. The winter snow is melting fast, and it might well be that just about every house has a leaking roof. I am praying hard it will stop soon.
I like the new President. He smiles more than the last one and also because he says the words, ”Praise God” a lot, not like the other one. But his blonde hair wife looks to be a little chippy, but they do say that she is a schoolteacher. All villagers, at last, have now received their vaccinations after being threatened with exclusion from the Annual Square dance. I am hoping that the virus scare will be completely over son—the never-ending sound of Abel’s rocking chair is making me batty.
Things at the Village Church have taken a bad turn. Reverend Snarl has developed a fair case of painful hemorrhoids and his recent sermons have become more critical and less inspiring. Also, there were heated arguments about the counting of votes at the recent election for President of the Church Geranium Committee- finally settled by Reverend by appointing all seven members, co-Presidents. The toilet with the colored glass-stained window is still broken. Deacon Goodfellow sends his best regards.
Did you hear the foolishness about the beautiful black-American actress who got married to the English Prince? If they had asked me, I would have told them that there is always trouble after you marry, when you move in with the in-laws. Still, it is not as eventful, we hear, as living in El Paso, Texas.
Well, that’s about all for now,
Love and regards,