October 13, 1925

Dear Edith.

I just came home from the field well soaked, so I will write you a little till the sun comes out, if it does.

Sunday night I came home just as the clock the struck the solemn hour of midnight. That was pretty good time considering that I drove right under a train on the way. Yes, I really did. Of course, I drove under a bridge while the train was passing over. I sang all the songs I ever heard, and a lot that no one ever heard before, so you see I was feeling about right.

When you write you can tell me what time I may call for you on Saturday the 24th, if it don’t snow.

I really don’t have any news, except that which I don’t like to trust to paper.

Oh, Edith, I hope we never will regret the step we have taken, and I am sure we never will if we continue as we begin; with Jesus as our helper. Then nothing can go wrong.

I am as happy as the first lark in the spring; have every reason to be.

Now we can just hope for good weather until, well, all winter. I wonder how it would go if we get a hard winter. Then I’ll have to walk to Sidney once a month; the train is too slow.

However, I’m not going to cross any bridges before I get there.

The mailman will soon be here now, and it is about time I am thinking about dinner. We get mail on Tue, Thurs, and Saturday, right to the door.

Better quit my scribbling for this time, wishing you pleasant days and sweet dreams.

Lovingly,

Immanuel