Palo Alto, Calif.
February 5th, 1956,
Dear B.J.:
Received your letter and was thrilled with the thought that you are working to become a writer. Have pounded out the enclosed and hope it is readable, mistakes and all, but as I am only equal to one page at a time I shall not go looking for the many blunders as I am sure you will be able to get from it the information you are in need of.
I am going to make a suggestion that you do not bring into your book in what way your Grandfather met his death. It was I remember any thing but a pleasant court room scene at the time the trial was on. Your father was at that time with me in Spokane going to school. I believe Blair Business School. Not being able to give you details what I might give you might not be just exactly right and should any one in that part of the country read it, it would not be nice, to find that there were discrepancies. Any way it has been over so many years leave out the unpleasant sections. Did I know ever detail I still would not like to see it in print. Your Grandfather was never Sheriff.
Friend called up a short time ago asking that we all go out to dinner. To morrow I will go to Germanic class in the morning then on for some shopping but no more. I expect it is mostly due to having to watch the pennies. But ones wardrobe reaches a place where pride demands that something be done about it, and that is where I am at the present time.
I expect to go to Buttonwillow some time the later part of next week and will stay a week or ten days. I let Doctor Worden see if he can put me right.
I am so glad for your sake that you have found such a nice companion for Molly. It won't be long before she will find him most interesting. They do grow so fast.
The two stories about your grandfather crossing the plains I had written out expecting to include them in my reminiscence, but be sure you use them as I shall never be able to have mine edited as it is too expensive for me. So include them without any thought except that they are good stories. Your Grandfather had two beautiful scars where the snakes flangs went into his leg. I can not remember the type of snake any way it was very large as it looked to him almost as large as his leg. If my ship comes in which I am now hoping for (if the congress will remember me) then I might ask you to be my ghost write, who knows.
I think this will do for today, so off they will go tomorrow morning and hope they will be of assistance to you.
Love to the family, Nelson, Molly and the wee one, included.
Love,
ss/ Olivia
P.S. This was sealed and ready for the Post when I remembered that Ralph middle name David was for his Great Grandfather, your Great Great Grandfather that died in England.
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