Dear Stan;
Hello again from this land of dripping icicles, polar bears, and Eskimos. This morning when I received your letter I read it huddled over the fireplace now here it is afternoon and I'm writing from the depths of a canvas chair. Lazy me. Monday there were terribly big waves on the lake- the biggest I have ever seen- and did we have fun swimming through them. Yesterday we sailed for six hours and toward the end it didn't even thrill us when the boat would tip so far we were practically swamped with water. I will send you a picture - (if it turns out) of this sailing feat. 'Twas fun. Tonight we are going to have a song fest on the beach- this is like a church festival- something one doesn't miss- and so tonight it's every family around the lake yelling- or more gently put singing their lungs out at the beach. Have you a request. This is the day after I wrote the rest of this letter and we sang "Green Eyes" for you only I don't think you would have liked it. I must say the mail service is improving. I was truly so happy and surprised at receiving your letter the mailman almost had to pick me up.
How was your trip through Arkansas- Are you all prepared to write a book on "Seeing the U.S. From a Horse Trailer". Please write it- I will read it even if no one else will. Golly just think you have been gone a week-or should I say five months- just think only two years and one month more to go- Oh well let's say just two years.
So you are throwing Cincy over for a new horse. What will you name him............? Is he as pretty as Cincy. I do hope he lives up to your expectations and tell him for me to treat you nice.
Looking out across the lake I see someone else trying desperately to conquer the water ski which makes me answer "Yes I will be brown as a berry but far from tip top shape. I never get any farther on the ski then to get a good ducking trying to stand up on them. I don't suppose I will ever learn- perhaps I will try your method, remember you said "if you make up your mind to, you can do anything" and so you spur me on to more bumps and falls.
Nothing like saving the last paragraph till the next day so here it is Thursday afternoon and I'm rushing toward the end. Until the next letter it's "Goodbye" and to you pleasant dreams.
Sincerely,
Mary Rose
P.S. I have mixtures of dreams and nightmares.
