Goldfoot Farm
Fri., Aug. 7, 1925
Being very religious, the farm folks here never work on Sunday, or not more than is absolutely necessary. They are shocked at Mr. Green who "claims to be a Christian, yet plows on Sunday." Instead of swearing, they modify most every noun with "dumb." Did not Pa learn his lesson when he was a young man working at G.E., by losing two fingers after he had sworn a naughty "damn!" When Ma is mad at the horses she calls them many terrible names; all of them, however, escape being swear words.
The old man cannot rake hay in a straight windrow to save his life. Bill says he tries to rake his name in hay. When an appealing wisp at the other end of the field catches his eye, he heads for it, but a still more irresistible bit off at an angle will change his course again. Bill, the missus and Robbie laughed all afternoon at his capers, until finally turning too acute an angle, he broke the rake.
My heart aches for poor little Robbie, who has been looking forward all week to a picnic tonight. The Sunday School teacher was to pick up the boys and take them to a nearby lake for an outdoor supper. As Robbie was crazy to go and as it seemed harmless enough, I put in a good word with the missus, but she said there might be tough boys along who would teach him swear words. So Robert did not go.