Friendsville-August 30, 1936

A bit of poetry from Rosina, Rita, and dear little Moo From the ville of friends we write We wish you were here to enjoy the site 'Tis on August 30th of the'36 year That we take up our pens to write our dears. Charming Charlie and Jolly Joe, We love you both, I guess you know. Today it's bitter and cold in these parts But thoughts of you cheer and warm our hearts. Last night to a hot dog roast we went And a most enjoyable evening we spent We danced till twelve in the parish hall John, the Baptist, the fiddler was there to call. Square dancing sure is a lot of fun, When one dances with a farmer's handsome son; But a policeman's son wouldn't be half bad If only a few of them could be had. The harvest moon dance is Wednesday night We hope the moon will be shining bright Cards the elder people will play We hope mother, a prize will carry away. Poor dad has gone home alone today He'll be back for us next week we pray Last week we visited the county seat And it certainly was a rare treat To the county jail and courthouse we went Thank goodness there a short time we spent we had lots of fun in town We went to every soda shop around. Out with the camera we went today To snap some pictures, while on our way Upon the tomb stones we posed serene While each in turn snapped the peaceful scene. If the pictures are very good we'll send you one, do you think we should? By the way, how is Baby, Joe? Will you give no other a show? We hope and pray each night you will
For if you don't, you'll make us ill. But maybe Charlie can mend our tender hearts Before they're broken into a million parts. Well, I guess this is enough for us to write So we'll close and say good night. Loads of love and kisses and hugs too. From the three of us, to the two of you. Rosina, Rita, and dear little Moo P.S. Please write to us in poetry too, If you don't we'll feel quite blue R.R.M.