To Mrs. M. M. Corey
Dear Ma,
You folks think you know something about cold weather but you don't. I had got used to having my hair, eyebrows and eyewinkers covered with frost and ice till I looked like Santa Clause when I got to school but Sun. night beat that all hollow. I went to bed with the covers over my head and just a little air hole over my right eye and when I woke up in the night I found when I put up my hand to turn down the covers that my hair and the blanket were covered with hoar frost.
Monday morning it was blazing cold—I put that heavy gray wool skirt on for an under neath skirt—and wrapped as warm as I could. I got to school at five minutes till eight but the stove is in such a bad condition it took me fifteen minutes to clean out the ashes and start the fire. About that time my feet began to feel queer and by the time I was through sweeping I was ready to dance the "Highland Fling." I saw Mr. Stone coming with Myrtle and when he got there I had a note written to Mrs. Stone asking if she had anything in the house of which I could make bloomers as I got so cold about the branches and if she would send to town for some woolen stockings for me first time she got a chance. Plague take Mr. Stone he read the note and it tickled him so he had to tell Speers about it. Mrs. Speer said the wording of the note most killed him off. Mrs. Stone sent me a pair of woolen stockings and Miss Hunts' bloomers that night when Mr. Stone came after Myrtle.
Bachelor Bess: The Homesteading Letters of Elizabeth Corey, 1909-1919, edited by Paul Gerber
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