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Well Ginnettie, I received your letter last Monday. It found all well. I hope this will finds you all the same. You said you were all a shivering up there with cold. It was cold enough to freeze here the first week in December. It froze in the tub that set out doors, about an inch, then it turned warm and rained. Only frosted a little once and a while. The frogs and snails have been out all winters, so you must know it isn't cold here. All this country is fit for is for mining. There isn't a place big enough to build a hen roost on without digging it out or putting a post under one side. That is the way the house was built that blew down. One side was on the edge of the road, the other, on posts 10 feet 7 inches. It was a little box house. The wind raised it and started it down the side of the mountain. There was a little oak tree that stood just about 15 feet below the house. The roof or ceiling caught on the oak tree. If it hadn't it would have fell flat and slid down into the branch about 100 feet. It would have ground us into mincemeat. Henry just got home that evening. The house went down the next morning. We were all in the house. It had been raining for 3 weeks. It fell and never let up for 4 weeks after. Everything was wet and dobbed with dew. The next day Henry went to the man and bought the wreck as it lay for seventy dollars. Then we dug out and set it on solid ground. It is our own now. I want them for that is as big as I was to learn to write so they can write lots of letters to grandma. How are you and Robert? Got the South America fever? Write and tell me all about it. If you get a letter from Al Brulet I will send a piece of my dress, the blue dress the other is apron. I will write a few in this to Andrew and Flora. Well Andrew have you got the South America fever? You said there was a man that wants some plowing done on the other side of the river. It will take a bigger team than yours or I have got to do it where it is sagebrush it is gravel where there is no sage. It is rye grass high as a man's head on horseback. We were over that part of it I think. We can get quarts to hall in the spring. We haven't got only 3 horses after we sent them to pasture. Molly fell and rolled down in a ditch and broke her neck. Prince and George and Cricket are all we got. They are about 50 miles from where we are in Sacramento Valley. Read all of Mary's letters. (click here)
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Pictured above: Mary Ann Dalton & Peter Huff. Right top: Henry Huff. Right bottom: Robert and Ginnettie (Huff) Angell and family:
Cassie Elizabeth (1877-1953), Alice Essie (1878-1949), Silas Washington (1880-1969), Sarena Ann (1882-1978), Osa Ellen (1886-1972), Mamie Sadona (1888-1977), Robert Leslie (1894-1964), and Roy Alvin (1902-1926) |
Pictured left: Andrew and Agnes Huff; top left: Ginnettie and son Harvey, 1910; top right: mugshots of sons Emery and James; below, back row: Mary and husband Loyd Roberts, Emery, James, Ginnettie and husband Mr. Reynolds; middle row: Emmett, Ralph, Agnes and Andrew, Elick (with a black eye), Ginnettie's son, Harvey; front row: Elvis and Agnes.
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