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June 8, 1991 Dear Ruth, Lee Jr. and I had a nice conversation last night, and it reminded me that I owed you a letter. I was thinking back the other day when you and Lee Sr. used to come to the farm at Goshen for a vacation. Of course, that was before Lee Jr. existed. I remember one day we were putting up hay. James and the rest thought Lee Sr. did not know how to work on a farm. Well, Lee Sr. came to the hayfield with his hay fork along with Dad, James, Bill Wooden and myself. I had the easy job of riding the rake making windrows with the hay, and the others made shocks of hay. It was one otf the hottest days of the year. Dad got overheated and had to sit down. James was wiping sweat like crazy, but Lee Sr. and Bill Wooden kept right along and didn't slow up. Lee Sr. never slowed down, and in the end he out worked Bill Wooden. Well, that night there was nothing said about Lee Sr. not knowing how to work on a farm. But I plainly remember that his white skin was so sunburned that he looked like a lobster. He also would not wear gloves because James would think him a sissy. I can still hear you telling him that he should have worn a hat and gloves because he had blisters on his hands the size of quarters. I hope you are feeling better now. Best wishes to you, and tell Lee Jr. I said hello. Love,
Rob |