Robert Morgan | Genealogy Lady

Letter transcription:

[Wright 533 – handwritten by David]
Wednesday May 9, 1962

Dear David:

We had election-day yesterday, but I haven’t been to town yet, so don’t know the results. It has turned a little cool. Dad was afraid it might get too cold for his geraniums, but I think they were safe. They look OK this AM. Dad got the lawn mowed with the walking mower – the reel type – last night after we came home from the office. It just took him 1½ hours. He didn’t get the edges, but plans to do that tonight or tomorrow.

The Fields are looking forward to moving into the new house. I talked to Bob Morgan – head of Pastoral Relations Committee – and he said he hadn’t heard any complaints about Rev. Fields and he himself thinks he should come back, so it looks like from this point that he will come back. I am afraid they would be awfully disappointed if they didn’t get to come. I know they would like to live in the house at least a year. As soon as the Bowers move we (parsonage committee) have painters engaged, also someone to finish the little bathroom next to the kitchen. One group is making money to have the yard landscaped.

Dad will attend a meeting at the hospital this noon and I won’t have to prepare lunch, so hope to get some more cleaning done. I sorted all the literature we have from companies in which we own stock yesterday.

Mr. Kitterman assures us he will be ready to work on the office in about two weeks. I think it will be nearer four weeks. I told Edna he would probably start work at about the time she goes on vacation. She seemed to think that would be a good time for her to go.

[page 2] The town is slowing picking up the pieces, but there is still a lot of work to be done to get all the fallen trees hauled to the dump. Our office still looks like it did after the storm, but there is no use to try to do anything since the remodeling work should soon be starting. Nothing has been done around the grade school building. I hope it is still the same way when you come home because I want you to see how it looks now. I was talking to the workers at the voting place yesterday. They were asking me to get Dr. Y. to condemn the voting booths (they want machines and we used paper and pencils yesterday). I pointed in the direction of the school building and said “there is a building down the street I would like to see condemned” – one old residenter who had gone to school there probably fifty or sixty years ago said, “Oh no, I have many pleasant memories of that building,” – I said, “I don’t imagine the children in there last Monday have pleasant memories.” Why anyone would want to keep that old grim looking building is more than I can understand. If it was good looking I might excuse anyone for wanting to hang on to it, but it certainly doesn’t even possess the looks to justify its existence.