Letter from LeGrand to His Son, October 15, 1944
[Letter to his 10-month-old son Walter LeGrand Whipple Jr., visiting his grandmother in Dayton Idaho]
15 October 1944
While the soup is cooking for this noon day meal I will write you a short letter. I suppose this is the first letter that I have written to you. It is the first letter that I needed to write to you because up till now for the past 10 months we have been together, so you could come on my knee and talk things over face to face. Now you are some 600 miles away to visit your grandmother.
I am wondering if you are being a good boy so that folks will like you.
Say did I tell you that I have a little surprise for you and your mother when you get back? That stove that your mother found out about when you & she was cooking for threshers last Sunday is the surprise. It's a dandy fine pile of iron, and does it ever do the job. Your mother will fall for it the first day she uses it.
I moved things around in the kitchen and left one corner open for your play pen that I aim to build for you by the time you get back.
Yesterday we delivered lambs to market. You remember the little fellows that was running around last spring. They grow to be an average of 80 pounds.
The soup finished cooking. I ate it then put my coat back of the stove & slept on it till 4:00 p.m. Your mother's chickens were out of wheat, so I went to the granary & got some wheat & barley. Web told me last spring that after harvest the grain for chickens would be free to us & he told me that again this morning.
Most of the fellows in the neighborhood went after big game this day. I haven't heard of anyone that got results.
I have been resting & doing chores most of the day. I took the auto wheel off the other day & found that a little grease got where it shouldn't be.
Uncle Dick wrote a letter to us this past week. He said he's selling ice cream & pop or soda water. He could use the auto now if he had it, but he don't think he'll get it till after Christmas.
If nothing happens we aim to dig the potatoes on the morrow. We finished thrashing last Thursday evening, so since then your dad has been cooking his own grub. Is it ever tough to take the tough, ugly food that I get for myself.
Tell your mother that if she needs a few more days to get things lined up down there to take them. Do you need another nickel or two? Let me know. Get your mother to write & tell me.
Well, son, the Church Program is over & it's long past bed time, so I will sign off for now with lots of love & hugs & kisses to Dad's swell boy.
W.L. Whipple Sr.