My grandmother, 'Olive' Letha Rose Schnack, wrote this letter to her 'Aunt Hattie', Harriet More Burgett. 'Walt' is Olive's husband and my grandfather, Jochim Walter Schnack. 'Vivian' Eleanor Schnack Cope and Walter J. 'Junior' Schnack were their two children at that time. 'Bea' was Olive's sister, Beatrice May Rose Camp and 'Flo' was her sister, Florence Alice Rose Lawler. 'Ma Carrington' might be Sarah J. DeMond Carrington, the mother of 'Lena' Mae Carrington Rose. 'Clif' was Olive's brother and Lena's husband, Clifton More Rose. 'Dad Camp' might be George W. Camp, Beatrice's father-in-law.
I don't know who the 'Bs' are and I don't know who 'Ruth' is or how either of these relate to the family. I'd be glad to read your suggestions in the comment field.
Something I found of interest...
In 1934, in New York alone, 10,670,325 pounds of butter were produced earning $2,880,988. See page 2 at the following link. http://usda.mannlib.cornell.edu/usda/AgCensusImages/1935/03/05/1537/Table-10.pdf
Laurens, N.Y.
March 29, 1934
Dear Aunt Hattie,
I wrote you a letter about two weeks ago but didn't look at your last letter for the address. I thought I could remember it but guess I'm not as smart as I thought I was because it came back.
I'm working awfully hard now and so is Walt. We are milking three cows now and I have to help in the morning. I churn about three times a week and am getting so I can make pretty good butter. Last week I sold five pounds and there will be more this week. Flo
bought some. We have six fine baby heifers which we are going to raise.
Two weeks ago I got 150 baby chicks. They were dandies. I haven't lost a single one yet and how they grow. They keep me busy, too.
Yesterday morning, Vivian went to school with Junior so she could get vaccinated. She had such a wonderful time that she cried when I wouldn't let her go in the afternoon. This afternoon, she and I went down to school to the Easter program. The first grade sang two cute Easter songs and Junior was a rabbit in a little first grade play. I had to make a hat for
him to wear.
I received your card the other day. The B's don't get a chance to quiz me. I don't believe I've seen any of them since you have been gone. I am glad to hear Ruth came through her operation so nicely. You must manage to keep quite busy. But, I can just imagine that it won't be long before your thoughts turn toward your flower garden. I'm afraid mine won't amount to much; probably a lot of the perennials froze out because it was so beastly cold.
Bea has been to Grand
Gorge three weeks tomorrow and nothing yet as far as I know. I stopped in at Ma Carrington's last week. She is worse than seven year's itch. But, I suppose it is only human nature for her to think only of Lena. I'm afraid Clif is in bad shape. He has symptoms of angina pectoris but it seems as if he is too young for that. Dad Camp has been ordered to lay off for two months. He has angina and one day at work he very nearly died. I don't know what would happen to the family if he were taken away, do you?
Walt will finish papering the dining room
tomorrow. It surely is going to change that room unbelievably. He started it last week but he doesn't get a chance at it during the week as he doesn't get through all his chores until after 8 o'clock.
Emilee Smith sent me a box last week with fifteen dresses in it. About half of them will be house dresses and the rest good ones. Two of them are so fancy I probably won't wear them much. It was a big help as I needed them. I invested five dollars in art_ _ _ and oxfords last month and I have made good use of
them already.
We are all anxious to have you back. It seems like a long time. Jr. and Vivian send kisses and thanks for their cards.
Write if you get a chance.
Love,
Olive
P.S.
Just found the other letter I wrote that came back to me so I'll send that along, too.
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