Dear Ad,

I have just received your line of Sept. 27, 1 am sorry my neglect has occasioned you so much uneasiness. We are all well, that are at home. Newcomb has not yet returned from his Mexican trip. He has been gone three weeks. I wrote you two letters in September which I hope you have received by this time. I have to depend on the neighbors to mail my letters, now while Newcomb is gone, so they may not get carried safely every time.

I get along with my house work pretty well, although there are many things I must do without. Newcomb and Ed both try to make it as pleasant and easy for me as they can. But everything gets dirty here in half the time it does in the States. You see there is no sod, the grass growing in bunches, and between these bunches is fine, loose soil which with very slight occasion flies all over everything. Our floors are rough pine boards, so you may imagine how easy they are to keep clean.

Since the men have been away, I have been sewing some, I miss your assistance very much in cutting and fitting. Perhaps it will be a good thing for me to depend on myself. Those things you sent came all right, even the sleeve button-many thanks.

There are mountains on all sides of us, and they are beautiful and grand beyond idea, as they are almost daily receiving fresh coats of snow. Charley is continually calling me out to look at this one and at that one, and Eddie is his echo, asking right over the same questions and saying over the same things. Colorado has done much for Eddie. He is very strong and well and grows wonderfully. You should see him tuck away the beef, mutton and potatoes. Charley prefers bread and milk. No matter how good the meat and potatoes are he will take bread and milk. He says if I would only let him go down town, he would be sure to find "my Ad" as he calls you. He and Eddie were very anxious as they went to bed tonight, to find out where I got them from. I told them the Lord brought them to me. Then they wished the Lord would bring them a little girl to play with. One of our neighbors has a little girl, who plays with them sometimes and they think it very fine. I wish you could hear Eddie say "Good night and pleasant dreams." He is as cunning as a fox and grows better looking every day. Charley has stopped swearing and almost stopped stuttering. But he has gone to lying. He will tell awful fibs.

Weather nice and warm through the day, but we have to have a little fire at night. Tell Grandma Eddie talks about her every day. He wants to show you his new shoes.

Love to all, write soon

Letter courtesy of Peggy Newcomb Barr
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