Monday, July 26, 1943
This letter from her mother must have made Lois feel very homesick: “My dear children and whatever it will be [she’s referring to me], Being that I feel quite cheerful so I will squeeze out of the pen as much as I can. Before I left the house, I took a good look at our homestead. Too bad that you, our loved ones, can’t share with us. Everything looks so beautiful it is really beyond description. We had a big crop of lilacs and wisteria is in full bloom right now. The wild cherry tree is the talk of the neighborhood. We hope that next year you might be able to share the pleasure with us all. The news of your shoving yourselves away 300 miles further from us did not give me much pleasure but, as you say, orders are orders and if you are contented so will we have to be. Let’s hope that you will find your luck, happiness, and joy wherever you will settle. With love and kisses as usual, your loving mother” Sadly, most of you Millennials and Gen-Xers will never know the heady sweet smell of wisteria. It’s a vine that doesn’t “play well with others” as it’s strong enough to pull down any fence, wall, or other structure it climbs.