No. 7
July 16th 1922.
Mr.
Irwin J. Bunnell.
Dear
Bro.:- I thought I would get a letter from you today, but the darn
thing didn't come. I haven't heard a word from home since Vinna wrote
the "Variwood Weekly" on June 22nd, and that is a long time
back. What's that matter, have you run out of writing paper,
envelopes, stamps, or have you forgotten this little old scrub over
here eight thousand miles from home, like most of the others have,
that I have written letters to, and they don't think it would do me a
nickel's worth of good just to hear from them, just once.
Much
hasn't happened since I wrote you last, because I haven't been doing
anything only passing the time away. Wednesday I worked fourteen
hours, came to the room at eleven o'clock, and the light was on here,
and the door was locked from the inside. I called Elder Plewe, but no
one answered. I called, yelled, howled, hammered, kicked, squealed
and everything, to try to get the door opened for me. Nothing doing,
so I go in another fellow's room, take my pocket knife, use it for a
screw driver, and took the lock off. After about half an hour's work
I got in, and here was Elder Plewe sound asleep. He was waiting for
me, but was tired and fell asleep, and with all my yelling I didn't
wake him up.
Thursday
morning, I got up, half dead, and after breakfast, I went back to bed
again. I got up agian at noon, and went to dinner, but as soon as
possible, I was back in bed. I got up again, and went to supper, to
try to pass it off, but I was glad to get back to bed again. Friday I
thought i felt better, so I went out tracting. I got pretty weak
before i was through, and after dinner I went to bed again, and
stayed until the morning. I feel fine now, couldn't ask to feel
better, only the hives have come back on me double dose. I look like
I had the small pox. It seems to me the Lord is trying me, like he
did Job. If it wasn't for these hives, I would feel better tonight,
than for a long time, but I can hope these will soon leave me. This
sickness has been working on me for some time, but now it can go find
somebody else, because I am through with it for this time. Don't
worry that i will get out too soon or anything like that after you
get this letter, because everything is fine.
Elder
Plewe wants me to go to bed now, so I will finish another time.
July 17th 1922
Well
I have been out tracting this morning again. It sure seems fine to
get to work again. A person feels so much better when he can work
than when he lays around. I feel much better today, except I
couldn't sleep much last night, on account of the bees stinging me,
in those hives of theirs. I should soon be sweet enough to eat, if
those bees work much more, storing the honey in the hives on me.
Well it is time that I go again now. Please forward this envelope and
letter I am sending to Grandpa and Grandma Johnson. Tell Grandpa and
Grandma Bunnell hello. Hoping you are all well and happy.
Sincerely,
LeRoy
Bunnell.
P.S.
Say Irwin didn't get peeved over what I said in the last letter about
you and Mai. I just said it as a joke, but after I had sent the
letter I thought it might hurt your feelings. So let it go or just as
if I hadn't said it. Sometimes I say lots of things that I don't
mean, so when I write something in the letters that way just pass it
off again.
P.P.S.
The missionaries tell me to send you their best regard.
P.P.P.S.
It has been so cold here the last two days, that a man almost needs
his overcoat. I did wear it to Sunday school yesterday. There were a
few snowflakes mixed with the rain. It isn't storming today but it
certainly is cold. The Rhine has raised again higher than it has
been since I have been here, on account of so much rain. I don't
think there be frost because that is very unusual here.
P.P.P.
P. S. I forgot to tell Leona and the kiddies hello, and that I hope
Leona will soon be better again.
