Mom used to talk fondly about her adopted grandparents who lived down the hill. She told me how she used to love going down and being spoiled rotten before they had grandchildren of their own. In my childhood, one of those grandchildren, then grown up, used to be so tolerant of me as I was constantly drawn to the creek and would come and help me out when I got myself caught up doing stupid things with my horse. Never once was I scolded, I was just helped out of my mess and sent on my way.
My dear Margie,
Although I don’t write very often I think of you a lot, especially last week. I hope you didn’t miss going to the Stampede. We went on Monday and I was bored all afternoon. I thought it wasn’t as good as usual and decided I wasn’t going again. The evening performance wasn’t as good as usual but I enjoyed the chuck wagon races, but I gut just as much and perhaps more over the radio the remainder of the week.
The exhibits were just the same old thing and the Midway was as smelly and noisy as ever.
I hope next year you will be able to be one of the crowd. I’m so glad you are progressing so well.
We are all complaining of the heat now. We are never satisfied are we?
We had Jean home two weeks ago and it rained each day. she didn’t even get to the ranch.
Uncle Jack is going out tomorrow, taking out a married couple. I guess having will be in full swing in a few days.
It doesn’t seem possible you’ve been in Hospital a year, but I guess it has been long to you, however the next one will pass more quickly.
Heaps of love from Aunt Nan.
Maybe the Stampede wasn’t all that that year, but I think perhaps Aunt Nan was trying to make mom feel better about missing out.