Has S. and E.B. made up and got married again - we will surely pull old Daddy by leg. best Regards to Carl from John.
Here's the back of the card.
Dixie Wash
Ans soon
Dear Edith, can't write much as I have the Typhoid Fever, been down in bed 15 days all ready, don't know when I'll be able to sit up. John is getting awful then gives me dope all night and works all day - Viola.
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I thought everything's bigger in Texas, not Washington.
ReplyDelete"Made up and married again"? Sounds like Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.
"Pull old Daddy by leg"? Ah, so that's how the expression "Daddy long-legs" appeared...
What a disturbing image!
ReplyDeleteI do hope Viola recoverd.
Was ist denn das, die größten Kartoffeln der Welt?
ReplyDeleteThey look more like enormous rocks! Any idea what happened to Viola?
ReplyDeleteHoward,
ReplyDeleteYou're right, those potatoes don't look especially tasty. As for poor Viola, I don't know. With no last name and an unclear date (1912?, 1918?), it's virtually impossible to know. I do know that there is no one buried in the nearby cemetery with a first name of Viola. perhaps that's an indication that she lived a long life and died elsewhere?
What kind of dope do you think she got? Is it grief or drugs? She talks rather cryptic!
ReplyDeleteThose potatoes would make a lot of Tator Tots.
I'm imagining this farmer also raised jackalopes.
ReplyDeleteTruly bizarre message on that card....and just look at them thar taters!
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure those are rejects from the Easter Island sculpture yard, not giant potatoes, either that or just the damn rockiest field anybody ever had to plow! Some strange verbiage indeed in the messages, makes an already weird card downright bizarre...
ReplyDeleteFascinating message! The potato farming reminds me of George (my husband) - he works at a farm!
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't want to lift one of those. Maybe they could ship them to a sawmill and make giant french fries.
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