Robert writes home #76 28 Sept 1996

28 Sept 1996

Dear Mother,

                How are you doing?

                The weather is a strange thing. In the early summer when the temperature first hits the 90’s it seems so hot. Then as it proceeds up to the 100’s it seems overwhelming at first, but as the days go on it gets to kind of seeming usual. Then when it goes to 110 I find myself thinking, “That wasn't much different than 100. As it cools back to the 90’s it seems like fall is here and the weather is pleasant again.

                We are really missing the watermelons. It was hot so long that the melons all ripened early and are all gone now.

                The world around Dos Palos smells like cotton defoliant. It’s kind of irritating. Yesterday Janet and I went to Fresno it smelled good there but as we came home it hit us again as we got past Firebaugh. Janet has had a bad headache since they started the defoliant spraying. She’s talking about places she could go visit and get away from it for a week or two.

                Janet and I have agreed to host some political candidate social at our home for the republican candidate for congress. A friend is on his committee and talked us into it. I don’t know how that will go but it’s scheduled for OCT 22. I guess she thought if we could host the stake barn dance we could do a political rally.

                We haven’t gotten any letters from the BYU kids for a couple of weeks. I guess that means they are doing okay. They’re obviously not missing us much.

                I’ve been looking through my old high school yearbooks with Charlie and showing him the girls I thought were cute. Those are nostalgic days on Jerome Prairie and Talent. I remember being your only kid at home and coming home and visiting with you and telling you all about school. You were a good friend and a loving mother. Thanks for all you did for me.

 Love,

Robert, Janet, Charlie and Sam