I have recently discovered a letter from my uncle Big at the “Javelina Ranch” way back when. Apparently, he had moaned to his Momma (my Grandmother) about no furniture in the bunkhouse. She and her sister took some furniture to the Javelina Ranch, and he was out somewhere…best I can tell, they unloaded the furniture in front of the bunkhouse.
My uncle’s letter is one of great apology to my Grandmother, her sister Lizzie, my parents, and a long list of family members. He claims he was at a card game when they came he was so sorry he missed them, and he would guarantee those cards would be put up if they ever came back. I would copy the letter, but most of it would have to be redacted to be rated family ok. He did hint that leaving the furniture in front of the bunk house was not such a good idea, as most of it wound up in somebody’s possession. The letter is hilarious to read because my uncle “Big” knew darn well he was in deep trouble and he was trying to get back in good graces. He was a medic in the army…and participated in the Philippine victory. He earned some medals. Here is this big brave hero…”I am sooo sorry Momma! That I was playing cards when you and Lizzie came. I won’t ever let that happen again. I no longer have the cards.” You can see how that went. I think he came out of it o.k. though!
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