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Conger Reynolds correspondence, June 1918

1918-06-27 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5

White House and back I am startled at your expression of a wish to be nigh frozen.  Since the heat dislikes you so much I am sorry your visit to Iowa had to be planned for August.  That month isn't much like the frigid winter in Iowa. I'm going to ask the Lord to be good and make Iowa comfortable for you. 
This has been a thoroughly dull day so far as work goes.  The front was quiet, and there was almost nothing to do.  On some such days I get thoroughly disgusted and wish I were back at my old job buried to my eyebrows in things to do. Today I didn't mind.  I poked around in the garden a little while in the morning weeding my vegetables and cutting roses.  I have a large jar full of them (roses, not weeds) right under your nose.  How do you like 'em?  This afternoon I wrote letters to Ernest and Julie and Newman Dorr. 
There is talk in the air that we may move soon to a point a little nearer the center of the stretch of troops we're trying to cover.  However, that talk has been afloat before without coming to anything.  I decline to be interested until I see the travel order.  For the time being I am well content to stay here where I am sure of a good place to live and three good feeds a day, plus tea if I want it. 
I find I can't get here the pieces of music I want to send you.  So that will have to wait until I can visit Somewhere or Thereabouts.

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White House and back I am startled at your expression of a wish to be nigh frozen. Since the heat dislikes you so much I am sorry your visit to Iowa had to be planned for August. That month isn't much like the frigid winter in Iowa. I'm going to ask the Lord to be good and make Iowa comfortable for you. This has been a thoroughly dull day so far as work goes. The front was quiet, and there was almost nothing to do. On some such days I get thoroughly disgusted and wish I were back at my old job buried to my eyebrows in things to do. Today I didn't mind. I poked around in the garden a little while in the morning weeding my vegetables and cutting roses. I have a large jar full of them (roses, not weeds) right under your nose. How do you like 'em? This afternoon I wrote letters to Ernest and Julie and Newman Dorr. There is talk in the air that we may move soon to a point a little nearer the center of the stretch of troops we're trying to cover. However, that talk has been afloat before without coming to anything. I decline to be interested until I see the travel order. For the time being I am well content to stay here where I am sure of a good place to live and three good feeds a day, plus tea if I want it. I find I can't get here the pieces of music I want to send you. So that will have to wait until I can visit Somewhere or Thereabouts.