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Carolyn Gay Taft Farm Letter - June 5, 1927
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Old Mission, Mich June 5th 1927
My Dear Miss Taft: - Will write you a few lines tonight so as it will reach there before you leave.
Today Joseph has been in several cherry orchards & there isn't any that look good the many heavy frosts & cold North East winds that has come along of late has did lots of damage. Your cherries are hurt quite bad but hope there are more that these it looks to be at present. The high cherries seem to be hit the worst of all. I never like to write discouraging news until I see reasons for it. I feel blue some times about our own cherries but must try & forget it. The corn isn't up yet but Joseph has cultivated it to help keep the quack down a little.
Mrs. Lardies health is quite poor. I can't like that woman as I should because both she & Mrs. Mills are doing every thing they can to get us to leave by hook or by crook so as you won't live up there. I am sorry she is sick but if she was more careful towards other people perhaps her head wouldn't bother her so much. I don't want to be mean to others because I think a fellow always has to answer for every thing some day right here on earth.
You let me know what day you are coming & I will be up home waiting for you as we have Yale locks on the doors so no one can get into the house I will have Jos. take your dishes over there some day soon.
The oats are coming along pretty well. The wire fence is all up & the cows have fine pasture to eat. The Dutchess apples looks good & I think we will get a good price. Wealthies apples don't look very good or other later apples either.
Roger can drive a Ford car now so suppose he will want one. I am so glad we have our two dear little children even tho' I have to work hard & do with out many nice things.
Will be glad to see you suppose this will be the last letter for a while. With love E.K.