(From Richvale, California)
(To Camp Lewis, Washington)
Dear Brother:
I rec'd your letter several days ago, and as we are pretty busy, I hope you will excuse me for not writing before, we also rec'd several other letters you wrote to the rest of the folks.
Well we are in the best of health, as you have heard, and hope you are making it fine and dandy, I suppose you do not have much pleasure since I see that you are under quaranteen, it must be pretty bad in that way, But I guess they all say I'll make it, if the rest can.
Rice harvest is nothing to speak about yet, the rice is dead ripe but it does not dry, we are having beautiful weather, but there is no wind at all and you know that it won't dry very well without some breeze.
I have just ate dinner now, so I can write like the Dickens now for a while Tomorrow Sun. we will get our horses we hired one team and Oscar got one team from the same party and Lofgrens too, I think we will probably help Lofgrens cut until ours is ready. Lofgrens will start Monday. I don't hardly think we will do much on ours next week that is the week ending the 19th. We have our binder allready and anxious to go to work, I don't know which place will be ready first, but I think, the 40 acre north of the place.
Dad is going to Chico this P.M. to get some barley for the stock, it is worth about $50.00 per ton but then we almost got to have it as our hay is not very good.
Sunday 10:00 A.M.
You say you rcv'd those pictures allright, I have still some more now ready, but don't think I will send any this time, as you might have gotten your furlough and on your way home, at least I hope so. We are awaiting an answer every day from the Board you must not have got Albin's letter yet when you wrote last because you didn't seem to know any thing about the furlough of which he wrote about in particular, I spose you have got it by this time. Oscar has Bob Risley to help him, he is ready to start cutting any time on his home place.
How is Walt? The old kid I hope he is getting along fine, tell him hello.
It seems as though I never get time to answer that McClogan's(?) letter spose he thinks I am mighty slow, which is no doubt, I guess I am, well when you see him greet him from me any way.
This is all for this time, it's not much a letter, but any way you might call it a greeting from the folks, ect.
From
Richard Peterson