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Old Mission, Mich Nov. 9th 1924

My Dear Miss Taft: - I did not intend to write for another week as there has been no news to write about. But today we were going over to Charlie Cooper's to spend the afternoon & took a short cut through the corn field and found the bee inspector had come through & broken into Stutsmans wood shed door & took your bee hives & all the racks & frames out into the field & burned them partly up so you can never use them again. He came here a week ago Sat. while were were to T.C. attending to apples & so forth and asked Roger if you had any bees & the child said no. So he went away. But he must of found out from some one about things & went over there last Friday the 7th & did his dirty work. I would like to know who told him where those things were. If he had of asked we would have unlocked the door & let him inspect things but to leave things open for hunters & prowlers to destroy makes me plain mad not angry. Things are laying piled & chared up out in the corn field.

If you say so I will inquire about him & ask him what business he has breaking into peoples houses like a thief. Joseph hauled corn home from there Thursday & everything was allright. We haven't time to go over there every day & watch the house. I do wish people would use common sense. Jos. nailed things up again.

Had a good rain & a little snow. Mr. Ritchey said the trees had been shipped a week ago when we saw him. So Joseph is getting the ground ready for them. Also husking corn along as he can. Your corn is far better than Will Marshall's is but not very good at that too much rain & cold weather but thankful for not having soft corn like we had 7 yrs. ago. Always lots to be thankful for.

Am going upstairs tomorrow & see if I can find enough material in those pieces of cloth you gave me for Hazel a woolen blouse to wear to school. She is doing nicely with her school work. Roger has to study very hard poor boy looks tired lots of nights.

Well it is past my bed time but knew I must tell you about those hives. Tomorrow morning I would not have time.

With love, Essie K.