{Evangelical Lutheran Synod of Canada
Rev. J. Reble, President
104 Hughson St. Hamilton, Ont.
Rev. C.R. Cronmiller, Vice-President
Williamsburg, Ont.
Rev. H.R. Mosig, German Secretary
New Hamburg, Ont.
Rev. C. H. Little, S.T.D., English Sec'y
170 Albert Street, Waterloo, Ont.
Rev. E. Holm, Treasurer
Conestogo, Ont.}
August 20, 1939.
Dear Mother:
I am late in getting started on this letter to-day; and as the others have all got in their word already, it doesn’t leave me much to say. Consequently my letter will probably be short even if not sweet. We had a card and also a letter from Mabel since she left us so abruptly last week. She said she had a great time with us up here; and that is most likely so, as she is quite a talker and we let her talk to her heart’s content, she entertaining us instead of our entertaining her, thereby making the matter of entertainment quite easy for us. All we would have to say was: “Yes and “No” and “You Bet Your Life”.But we were real glad to have her with us, as it made an oasis in the Great Monotonous Desert of our lives, and afforded us an opportunity to meet and converse and have fellowship with a member of our faraway family. And we hope that others will come in the near future or in vacation times, so that we can get a glimpse in the only way possible of their beaming countenances and have a hearing of their melodious southern voices. When Mabel gets home tell her to come again and that our latch strings are always hanging out. This morning I preached at Galt and Hespeler. I told you last week that I was going to divide up with Arthur; but it didn’t turn out that way. Arthur received a call last week to preach in Conestogo and Bridgeport to-day. So he couldn’t relieve me. But that didn’t matter much, as the pastor always preaches the same sermon in both places, and has the same hymns sung; and I, not wishing to make an innovation, just followed in his footsteps. Herman who, drove me over in his car,
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and I did better the second time than the first, which, if not confirming the old adage, “Practice makes perfection”, at least proves that on IMproves with practice, which is a more or less gratifying thought. We got back just as the people were getting out of church in Kitchener and Waterloo, and picked up “Marty” our boarder and brought him along home with us in good time for dinner. And I must tell you that we had a treat for dinner. It consisted of two dozen Fried Frogs Legs; and were they delicious. If you don’t believe it ask everybody but Bonnie. She let her imagination run riot and said it made her sick and took away her appetite just to cook them. This was the second treat Herman gave us within a week, he and Arthur and some others having out one night early in the past week and caught a big bunch of Bull Frogs. Most of us think they beat chicken all hollow. Arthur has an appointment to preach again next Sunday in the Mannheim – New Dundee parish just a few miles out of town. The pastor is preaching at Milverton, where I presume he is expecting to catch a call; If he should land it and his present parish become vacant, it would be a good starting-off place for Arthur. But this is all speculation, and speculation as a rule doesn’t pay. Carolus and family are with us this afternoon. Since they moved in their apartment house little Carl has been living at his grandfather Clausens, Marge thinking that one baby at a time, it will las longer, or words to that effect. Marion, Howard, and Son have not arrived as yet, so horeshoeing is still up in the air. Our garden corn is now in full swing, and I must go out and pick a mess for supper before another shower arrives on the scene. Maybe I will write more next time and maybe less; but you know at any rate that my love is lasting and my intentions are good. With all good wishes for your health and happiness and for every blessing, I am Most sincerely yours, [signed] Carroll
