Sunday, March 12, 2017

1915-0530 – George Stevens Sherwood to Will & Ella Jane Sherwood and Susan


1915-0530 – George Stevens Sherwood to Will & Ella Jane Sherwood and Susan 

 
Appleton, Wisc., May 30, 1915
Dear Ones All:
            How are you all today  From the tones of your letters the past few days things don’t look exactly rosy around there now, but I hope the last few days there have been as nice as those here have been for then you must needs be joyful once more.  I hope the corn turns out all rite.  I will be home in a little more than two weeks now if everything goes O.K.  Must positively study all day to-morrow and don’t like the looks of it a bit as I have been having a beastly head-ache yesterday and to-day. 
            And the thot of the spring exams makes me shudder. Will probably send for an assignment of brushes and start work soon after I get home.  Of course the amount of success I have will determine the time I stay at it.  I hope the frost didn’t kill the strawberries and that they will be preparing to get ripe when I get back H O M E.  But half the joy of that magic sentence is now gone, for mother won’t be there.  Well, don’t spoil your trip thinking of me anyway, Mother.  Have a good time and 
  Where’re you be,
   On land or sea,
   Just waft one
   Happy thot to me. 

From the blueness which seems bound to attack me today I guess I will need a good many such thoughts.  O well, an aching head is not conducive to pleasant dreams, either in bed or out.  I don’t know as there is much news.  Am racing with time to get through my lab work. 

Played four sets of tennis with Rassy yesterday, and I won 3.  Then I skinned off about a third of one finger nail and some skin but the fingernail has straightened out again so it protects the finger pretty well.  After I got the finger properly patched up, a Herman Smith (now a member of the Conservatory Faculty but erstwhile student) played against Rassy and Burdan and again won three of four sets.  Went to “Pinafore” but didn’t fuss.  It was good and they played to a good house. 

Think we will not recite to-morrow in classes as that is legally “Memorial Day.”  It will be a day of memorable study for me if I get all of my back work up I guess.

            Went to church to-nite.  Heard the high school baccalaureate sermon. It was just fairly good.
            It is needless to say that I did not get the fudge which was packed in the grip as it was opened.  All the rest of the clothes and eats have arrived O.K. I believe.
            When do you expect Aunt Clara and when does mother hit the Overland Trail to the Land of the Western Stars.  She must rite to me often or there will be an awful row.
            Well, as usual I have run out of news before I did paper, but it would be a waste of paper to write more so I can only close with lots and lots of love.  I just had company in the shape of Schlitz, Rogers, Irish and Bennet, who gave a passable rendering of “When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder,” “Good night Ladies.,” and “When You Wore a Tulip and I Wore a Red, Red Rose.”
            I will now close again with love to you all again and may God bless you wherever each one may be.
                                                Your Son and Brother
                                                            Geo. Sherwood.

This is a letter George wrote from college.  He was attending Lawrence College in Appleton, Wisconsin. That link in the previous sentence is to Wikipedia article on Lawrence College and shows the photo as public domain.  Lawrence College was founded in 1847 and was the second college to be founded as co-educational.  His "complaint" about his mother is in reference to the fact that his mother would be shortly leaving home in Wisconsin to travel to Utah for the birth of her and her husband Will's first grandchild -- so she would not be home when he arrived. Further, he had been the  "baby" in the family for a long tine and now he was being bumped out of that position. Margaret Irene Lindsey, daughter of Guy and Dora (Sherwood) Lindsey was born on July 13, 1915 way off in Tucker, Utah.  The family penchant for poetry jingles was illustrated in this missive. George's mother, Ella Jane, was known for a multitude of jingles.  At this time Europe was almost a year into WWI but the US was still far away and not yet involved. 
 






                                              

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