“PRAIRIE ROSE” WRITES OF BAD ROADS, LAMBS, AND A BABY BOY FRIEND.

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 71, Issue 219, 15 September 1928, Page 19 (Supplement)

“PRAIRIE ROSE” WRITES OF BAD ROADS, LAMBS, AND A BABY BOY FRIEND.

Dear Wendy,—First of all I must thank you for asking for those cards for me. I think our council has also developed that “insane notion” of which “The Mysterious Masquerader writes. The road has to be bitumened right through to Wellington. So first nf all they churned it up with the grader, then they thought it needed widening in various places. The “weather clerk” then thought it was about time we had a wet day, so down came the rain to make matters worse. About half past ten along comes the grader and two council lorries, the latter to deposit lorryfuls of river-bed shingle at various intervals along the once upon a time “road,” for the roadmen to spread, this lasted for about two days. Then back came the lorries with pit metal for the sides of the road where it had been widened. The roller then thought it war time for it to come along, so up it came. The grader paid us another visit to-day. so you can guess what the road is like. Nearly as bud as those about which "The Mysterious Masquerader” speaks. lam sorry "Easter Egg’s” father is in the hospital. I hope he will soon recover. Wendy, do you like taking snaps? I do. The other day I went out to take some of the lambs to give dad a surprise, because he is very proud of his sheep. Well, when I got out there they objected to having their photos taken, and gambolled away. After chasing them round the paddock for about fifteen minutes I managed to snap three. I hope they turn out alright. The other three snaps were of a baby boy mum has been looking after while its mother was in the hospital and who afterwards went away for a holiday but had to come home again as the climate did not suit her. He was a dear little baby boy. He was just learning to walk and would get about two or three steps and then sit down with a thud. He was so excited about it he couldn’t stand up, and if anyone was sweeping the floor he would crawl as quickly as he could to play in the dirt, so we had tx> put him in his kicker when the floor was being swept. If we told him not to do anything he would look up at you with such a cute look in his .eyes, and say "bon’t,” meant for won’t. Awfully cheeky, wasn’t he? He was very fond of dad and directly he came in the door he would crawl up to him and say “Dad-da.” When dad went to bed and turned on the light he would wake up and say "Dad-da,” and want to go into his bed, but, as it was nearly always time for his bottle he would lie down in his cot and take it and go to sleep. He went home last Sunday and cried himself to sleep that night, and the next day he wouldn’t have anything to do with his brothers, but he was good with his sister. I suppose it was because we are all girls and we do miss him. “Grey Dove” was asking for a pen-friend. If you will send me her address I will write to her. I shall have to stop now as it is getting late. I hope this Chinese scribble of mine won’t give you a headache. Wendy? Tell me if it does, won’t you? With cartfuls of love.—From “PRAIRIE FLOWER,” Marton. Thanks so much for all the cards you send. Oh. and so your roads are receiving attention also. It is always the way, my dear, when roads are being repaired for it to rain heavily. However, I expect that when the work is completed you will have a beautiful road to travel on. How you would miss the little baby boy. I can imagine how he must have kept you all busy. I will send you “Grey Dove’s” address.—Wendy.