aka Mary Ursulia Pomeroy
Daughter of Francis Martin Pomeroy and Sarah Matilda Colborn
Married Solomon Farnham Kimball, 10 Feb 1881, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children - Zula Vilate Kimball, Murray Kimball, Heber Chase Kimball, Solomon Farnham Kimball, Sarah Vilate Kimball, Helen Mar Kimball, David Pomeroy Kimball
An Enduring Legacy: Volume Six Schoolteachers Mary Ursulia Pomeroy Kimball - Early Mesa Arizona Teacher
Mary Ursulia was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, July 27, 1860. Her father was Francis M. Pomeroy, a member of the original band of pioneers who entered the Salt Lake Valley in 1847. Her mother was Sarah M. Colbourn, who emigrated to Utah with her parents in 1848, and became the plural wife of Brother Pomeroy. Being of a high-spirited nature Sarah did not take kindly to that principle. President Brigham Young, who was familiar with all the circumstances surrounding the case, sent for Sarah and gave her a blessing. He promised her in the name of the Lord that if she would remain true to the covenants she had made with her husband, she would bring forth a child whose posterity would extend an influence for good throughout Zion. Shortly after this prediction was made, Mary Ursulia was born. The mother felt that this child had been given to her in fulfillment of the promise made by President Young.
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Mary Ursulia (Zula) Pomeroy Aug 30, 1878 letter to family.
“Salt River, Arizona Territory
Aug 30, 1878
Dear Brother & Sister:
I received your very welcome letter in due time. We are all well. Our ditch was completed to the corner of the town site the 10th of Aug. They had some little fixing to do, but we thought we could move the week after. We have had such terrible rains that it has kept the men busy watching and fixing breaks. It rained for nearly two weeks off and on a little while at a time; the last day and night it rained almost incessantly. Never saw rain come down so fast; it literally poured. Every little gulch and ravine was running streams. One just above camp would swim a horse in an hour after it commenced to rain. After that it cleared off and has not looked like rain since. The river raised where it is narrow fifteen feet. Where we are camped it is quite wide but it rained 7 or 8 inches. John and Newell live closer to the bank and on lower ground than the rest of us. They came pretty near having to move.
The men will finish all up below camp today and they think it will take them the greater part of next week to finish up above. The head gate and dam went through it all right. As soon as they get the breaks all mended, we will be ready to move them. They have got the town site recorded and the blocks and city lots all numbered. In the first place they all took so many shares to work out. Each share draws two city lots and a quarter sections or a water right for that much. When they settled up after the ditch was done, Father had another share and $50.00 besides. So he has got 10 city lots and a water right for 5 quarter sections of land. Crismon took 10 shares and when he came to settle up he had worked out a little over 6.
We can compare pretty favorable with you folks on the grass question now I think. I have never seen grass come up so quick and grow so fast in my life as it has here since this rain. The whole country is covered with it. Up to the herd they say the feed is just splendid; as good as any you will find in Bear Lake Valley, so you can see it is not the grass but the rain we lack. I was so awful sorry to hear about Emma and Hyrum’s going way off there to Wind River for we had all made up our minds that they were coming down. I can’t help but think that is the last we shall see of them.
Don’t you think Mr. Grimmett intends to go on to the states? Charlie and George and three or four others start for Utah next Monday. You will hear all the news when George gets there. I expect Sarah is looking anxiously for him. John has had one letter from Lide. He was at Coleman when he wrote, but I think he will go on home with George.
That word home creeps in every once in a while when I am not thinking. And I never expect to feel at home again like I did there. Oh, if I only thought some time I could go back once again, I should be perfectly contented, for although, our prospects for a good home and an easy living are better than ever before, the country far better than we expected to find.
Still I find as the weeks and months go by that my attachment to my dear old home is so firmly rooted that to stand once more where I was a year ago today with the knowledge that I could spend my life there would be a happiness I dare not think of. If I only had the privilege of going to meetings and Sunday School and attending our Retrenchment and Relief Society meetings I would appreciate it much more than I then did for it seem like I miss them more and more, all of the time.
Oh how thankful I shall be if the time ever comes when we can be organized into a stake and have a president and bishop so that we can have our societies organized and attend meeting and Sunday School regularly. It seems like the judgments are coming on the earth thicker and faster and when I think how far we are from the main body of the Church and no signs yet of an organization or connection with it, o dear brother and sister it seems as if I should fly.
It is when I get to reflecting on these things that I feel like I could not stand it to stay here. In everything else I am perfectly satisfied with it. But I cannot believe that the time is far distant when these things will be different for surely there will have to be an organization when the crowds get here that are coming this fall.
We get the Deseret News regularly and father takes the New York Sun, so we get most of the news and it is really horrible to read the terrible calamities that are happening in the states and in other parts of the world. I never felt firmer nor believed more fully in the principles of our religion nor had a stronger desire to live up to them than I do today, but it looks dark ahead. Charley has bought a place a little below Jones’ for Francelle to live in this winter. She has a pretty good adobe house with two rooms in it. He bought it from a family that came when we did, but are going back with Lizzie Smith and her husband. I suppose you have heard that they are coming back to Utah. It was pretty hard work for him to get a start and Lizzie wants to see her mother and I don’t blame her. They start next week. Two other families are also going.
Our hot weather is subsiding rapidly. The highest the thermometer went was 114. Some days it was awful, but the men worked on the ditch all the time. I did not seem like we felt it too much and would not know it was so hot if it was not for the way it made things. Water in the barrels sitting in the sun would get so hot you could scarcely hold your hand in it. Butter would melt to oil churning and it would be impossible to get it fit to take up. But we are over the first summer all right and the next won’t be be nearly so bad for we will have houses by that time. Zetta and I are doing Mr. Mallory’s work. This is my week and I am thankful that it is nearly over. I will be so glad when his folks get here. I have learned to do the hair work and have made one pretty flower. I used some of father’s and mother’s and all of the children’s hair.
We did not do anything on the 24th. I promised to write to you Ella and to Libby on my birthday a year ago. Well I did not do it, but I will tell you where I was. Zetta and I went to Hayden’s with father and had all the grapes and watermelon we could eat. The day after, (Sunday) a load of us went down to a Mr. Carly’s 8 miles from here to eat grapes and had a feast, I can tell you.
Well I believe that I have written all of the news. Mother sends her love to you and the baby. She has got a job of making vests out of soldier coats. All of the children send their love. Write often to your loving sister, Zulie Pomeroy.”
Daughter of Francis Martin Pomeroy and Sarah Matilda Colborn
Married Solomon Farnham Kimball, 10 Feb 1881, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children - Zula Vilate Kimball, Murray Kimball, Heber Chase Kimball, Solomon Farnham Kimball, Sarah Vilate Kimball, Helen Mar Kimball, David Pomeroy Kimball
An Enduring Legacy: Volume Six Schoolteachers Mary Ursulia Pomeroy Kimball - Early Mesa Arizona Teacher
Mary Ursulia was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, July 27, 1860. Her father was Francis M. Pomeroy, a member of the original band of pioneers who entered the Salt Lake Valley in 1847. Her mother was Sarah M. Colbourn, who emigrated to Utah with her parents in 1848, and became the plural wife of Brother Pomeroy. Being of a high-spirited nature Sarah did not take kindly to that principle. President Brigham Young, who was familiar with all the circumstances surrounding the case, sent for Sarah and gave her a blessing. He promised her in the name of the Lord that if she would remain true to the covenants she had made with her husband, she would bring forth a child whose posterity would extend an influence for good throughout Zion. Shortly after this prediction was made, Mary Ursulia was born. The mother felt that this child had been given to her in fulfillment of the promise made by President Young.
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Mary Ursulia (Zula) Pomeroy Aug 30, 1878 letter to family.
“Salt River, Arizona Territory
Aug 30, 1878
Dear Brother & Sister:
I received your very welcome letter in due time. We are all well. Our ditch was completed to the corner of the town site the 10th of Aug. They had some little fixing to do, but we thought we could move the week after. We have had such terrible rains that it has kept the men busy watching and fixing breaks. It rained for nearly two weeks off and on a little while at a time; the last day and night it rained almost incessantly. Never saw rain come down so fast; it literally poured. Every little gulch and ravine was running streams. One just above camp would swim a horse in an hour after it commenced to rain. After that it cleared off and has not looked like rain since. The river raised where it is narrow fifteen feet. Where we are camped it is quite wide but it rained 7 or 8 inches. John and Newell live closer to the bank and on lower ground than the rest of us. They came pretty near having to move.
The men will finish all up below camp today and they think it will take them the greater part of next week to finish up above. The head gate and dam went through it all right. As soon as they get the breaks all mended, we will be ready to move them. They have got the town site recorded and the blocks and city lots all numbered. In the first place they all took so many shares to work out. Each share draws two city lots and a quarter sections or a water right for that much. When they settled up after the ditch was done, Father had another share and $50.00 besides. So he has got 10 city lots and a water right for 5 quarter sections of land. Crismon took 10 shares and when he came to settle up he had worked out a little over 6.
We can compare pretty favorable with you folks on the grass question now I think. I have never seen grass come up so quick and grow so fast in my life as it has here since this rain. The whole country is covered with it. Up to the herd they say the feed is just splendid; as good as any you will find in Bear Lake Valley, so you can see it is not the grass but the rain we lack. I was so awful sorry to hear about Emma and Hyrum’s going way off there to Wind River for we had all made up our minds that they were coming down. I can’t help but think that is the last we shall see of them.
Don’t you think Mr. Grimmett intends to go on to the states? Charlie and George and three or four others start for Utah next Monday. You will hear all the news when George gets there. I expect Sarah is looking anxiously for him. John has had one letter from Lide. He was at Coleman when he wrote, but I think he will go on home with George.
That word home creeps in every once in a while when I am not thinking. And I never expect to feel at home again like I did there. Oh, if I only thought some time I could go back once again, I should be perfectly contented, for although, our prospects for a good home and an easy living are better than ever before, the country far better than we expected to find.
Still I find as the weeks and months go by that my attachment to my dear old home is so firmly rooted that to stand once more where I was a year ago today with the knowledge that I could spend my life there would be a happiness I dare not think of. If I only had the privilege of going to meetings and Sunday School and attending our Retrenchment and Relief Society meetings I would appreciate it much more than I then did for it seem like I miss them more and more, all of the time.
Oh how thankful I shall be if the time ever comes when we can be organized into a stake and have a president and bishop so that we can have our societies organized and attend meeting and Sunday School regularly. It seems like the judgments are coming on the earth thicker and faster and when I think how far we are from the main body of the Church and no signs yet of an organization or connection with it, o dear brother and sister it seems as if I should fly.
It is when I get to reflecting on these things that I feel like I could not stand it to stay here. In everything else I am perfectly satisfied with it. But I cannot believe that the time is far distant when these things will be different for surely there will have to be an organization when the crowds get here that are coming this fall.
We get the Deseret News regularly and father takes the New York Sun, so we get most of the news and it is really horrible to read the terrible calamities that are happening in the states and in other parts of the world. I never felt firmer nor believed more fully in the principles of our religion nor had a stronger desire to live up to them than I do today, but it looks dark ahead. Charley has bought a place a little below Jones’ for Francelle to live in this winter. She has a pretty good adobe house with two rooms in it. He bought it from a family that came when we did, but are going back with Lizzie Smith and her husband. I suppose you have heard that they are coming back to Utah. It was pretty hard work for him to get a start and Lizzie wants to see her mother and I don’t blame her. They start next week. Two other families are also going.
Our hot weather is subsiding rapidly. The highest the thermometer went was 114. Some days it was awful, but the men worked on the ditch all the time. I did not seem like we felt it too much and would not know it was so hot if it was not for the way it made things. Water in the barrels sitting in the sun would get so hot you could scarcely hold your hand in it. Butter would melt to oil churning and it would be impossible to get it fit to take up. But we are over the first summer all right and the next won’t be be nearly so bad for we will have houses by that time. Zetta and I are doing Mr. Mallory’s work. This is my week and I am thankful that it is nearly over. I will be so glad when his folks get here. I have learned to do the hair work and have made one pretty flower. I used some of father’s and mother’s and all of the children’s hair.
We did not do anything on the 24th. I promised to write to you Ella and to Libby on my birthday a year ago. Well I did not do it, but I will tell you where I was. Zetta and I went to Hayden’s with father and had all the grapes and watermelon we could eat. The day after, (Sunday) a load of us went down to a Mr. Carly’s 8 miles from here to eat grapes and had a feast, I can tell you.
Well I believe that I have written all of the news. Mother sends her love to you and the baby. She has got a job of making vests out of soldier coats. All of the children send their love. Write often to your loving sister, Zulie Pomeroy.”
aka Mary Ursulia Pomeroy
Daughter of Francis Martin Pomeroy and Sarah Matilda Colborn
Married Solomon Farnham Kimball, 10 Feb 1881, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children - Zula Vilate Kimball, Murray Kimball, Heber Chase Kimball, Solomon Farnham Kimball, Sarah Vilate Kimball, Helen Mar Kimball, David Pomeroy Kimball
An Enduring Legacy: Volume Six Schoolteachers Mary Ursulia Pomeroy Kimball - Early Mesa Arizona Teacher
Mary Ursulia was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, July 27, 1860. Her father was Francis M. Pomeroy, a member of the original band of pioneers who entered the Salt Lake Valley in 1847. Her mother was Sarah M. Colbourn, who emigrated to Utah with her parents in 1848, and became the plural wife of Brother Pomeroy. Being of a high-spirited nature Sarah did not take kindly to that principle. President Brigham Young, who was familiar with all the circumstances surrounding the case, sent for Sarah and gave her a blessing. He promised her in the name of the Lord that if she would remain true to the covenants she had made with her husband, she would bring forth a child whose posterity would extend an influence for good throughout Zion. Shortly after this prediction was made, Mary Ursulia was born. The mother felt that this child had been given to her in fulfillment of the promise made by President Young.
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Mary Ursulia (Zula) Pomeroy Aug 30, 1878 letter to family.
“Salt River, Arizona Territory
Aug 30, 1878
Dear Brother & Sister:
I received your very welcome letter in due time. We are all well. Our ditch was completed to the corner of the town site the 10th of Aug. They had some little fixing to do, but we thought we could move the week after. We have had such terrible rains that it has kept the men busy watching and fixing breaks. It rained for nearly two weeks off and on a little while at a time; the last day and night it rained almost incessantly. Never saw rain come down so fast; it literally poured. Every little gulch and ravine was running streams. One just above camp would swim a horse in an hour after it commenced to rain. After that it cleared off and has not looked like rain since. The river raised where it is narrow fifteen feet. Where we are camped it is quite wide but it rained 7 or 8 inches. John and Newell live closer to the bank and on lower ground than the rest of us. They came pretty near having to move.
The men will finish all up below camp today and they think it will take them the greater part of next week to finish up above. The head gate and dam went through it all right. As soon as they get the breaks all mended, we will be ready to move them. They have got the town site recorded and the blocks and city lots all numbered. In the first place they all took so many shares to work out. Each share draws two city lots and a quarter sections or a water right for that much. When they settled up after the ditch was done, Father had another share and $50.00 besides. So he has got 10 city lots and a water right for 5 quarter sections of land. Crismon took 10 shares and when he came to settle up he had worked out a little over 6.
We can compare pretty favorable with you folks on the grass question now I think. I have never seen grass come up so quick and grow so fast in my life as it has here since this rain. The whole country is covered with it. Up to the herd they say the feed is just splendid; as good as any you will find in Bear Lake Valley, so you can see it is not the grass but the rain we lack. I was so awful sorry to hear about Emma and Hyrum’s going way off there to Wind River for we had all made up our minds that they were coming down. I can’t help but think that is the last we shall see of them.
Don’t you think Mr. Grimmett intends to go on to the states? Charlie and George and three or four others start for Utah next Monday. You will hear all the news when George gets there. I expect Sarah is looking anxiously for him. John has had one letter from Lide. He was at Coleman when he wrote, but I think he will go on home with George.
That word home creeps in every once in a while when I am not thinking. And I never expect to feel at home again like I did there. Oh, if I only thought some time I could go back once again, I should be perfectly contented, for although, our prospects for a good home and an easy living are better than ever before, the country far better than we expected to find.
Still I find as the weeks and months go by that my attachment to my dear old home is so firmly rooted that to stand once more where I was a year ago today with the knowledge that I could spend my life there would be a happiness I dare not think of. If I only had the privilege of going to meetings and Sunday School and attending our Retrenchment and Relief Society meetings I would appreciate it much more than I then did for it seem like I miss them more and more, all of the time.
Oh how thankful I shall be if the time ever comes when we can be organized into a stake and have a president and bishop so that we can have our societies organized and attend meeting and Sunday School regularly. It seems like the judgments are coming on the earth thicker and faster and when I think how far we are from the main body of the Church and no signs yet of an organization or connection with it, o dear brother and sister it seems as if I should fly.
It is when I get to reflecting on these things that I feel like I could not stand it to stay here. In everything else I am perfectly satisfied with it. But I cannot believe that the time is far distant when these things will be different for surely there will have to be an organization when the crowds get here that are coming this fall.
We get the Deseret News regularly and father takes the New York Sun, so we get most of the news and it is really horrible to read the terrible calamities that are happening in the states and in other parts of the world. I never felt firmer nor believed more fully in the principles of our religion nor had a stronger desire to live up to them than I do today, but it looks dark ahead. Charley has bought a place a little below Jones’ for Francelle to live in this winter. She has a pretty good adobe house with two rooms in it. He bought it from a family that came when we did, but are going back with Lizzie Smith and her husband. I suppose you have heard that they are coming back to Utah. It was pretty hard work for him to get a start and Lizzie wants to see her mother and I don’t blame her. They start next week. Two other families are also going.
Our hot weather is subsiding rapidly. The highest the thermometer went was 114. Some days it was awful, but the men worked on the ditch all the time. I did not seem like we felt it too much and would not know it was so hot if it was not for the way it made things. Water in the barrels sitting in the sun would get so hot you could scarcely hold your hand in it. Butter would melt to oil churning and it would be impossible to get it fit to take up. But we are over the first summer all right and the next won’t be be nearly so bad for we will have houses by that time. Zetta and I are doing Mr. Mallory’s work. This is my week and I am thankful that it is nearly over. I will be so glad when his folks get here. I have learned to do the hair work and have made one pretty flower. I used some of father’s and mother’s and all of the children’s hair.
We did not do anything on the 24th. I promised to write to you Ella and to Libby on my birthday a year ago. Well I did not do it, but I will tell you where I was. Zetta and I went to Hayden’s with father and had all the grapes and watermelon we could eat. The day after, (Sunday) a load of us went down to a Mr. Carly’s 8 miles from here to eat grapes and had a feast, I can tell you.
Well I believe that I have written all of the news. Mother sends her love to you and the baby. She has got a job of making vests out of soldier coats. All of the children send their love. Write often to your loving sister, Zulie Pomeroy.”
Daughter of Francis Martin Pomeroy and Sarah Matilda Colborn
Married Solomon Farnham Kimball, 10 Feb 1881, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children - Zula Vilate Kimball, Murray Kimball, Heber Chase Kimball, Solomon Farnham Kimball, Sarah Vilate Kimball, Helen Mar Kimball, David Pomeroy Kimball
An Enduring Legacy: Volume Six Schoolteachers Mary Ursulia Pomeroy Kimball - Early Mesa Arizona Teacher
Mary Ursulia was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, July 27, 1860. Her father was Francis M. Pomeroy, a member of the original band of pioneers who entered the Salt Lake Valley in 1847. Her mother was Sarah M. Colbourn, who emigrated to Utah with her parents in 1848, and became the plural wife of Brother Pomeroy. Being of a high-spirited nature Sarah did not take kindly to that principle. President Brigham Young, who was familiar with all the circumstances surrounding the case, sent for Sarah and gave her a blessing. He promised her in the name of the Lord that if she would remain true to the covenants she had made with her husband, she would bring forth a child whose posterity would extend an influence for good throughout Zion. Shortly after this prediction was made, Mary Ursulia was born. The mother felt that this child had been given to her in fulfillment of the promise made by President Young.
_____
Mary Ursulia (Zula) Pomeroy Aug 30, 1878 letter to family.
“Salt River, Arizona Territory
Aug 30, 1878
Dear Brother & Sister:
I received your very welcome letter in due time. We are all well. Our ditch was completed to the corner of the town site the 10th of Aug. They had some little fixing to do, but we thought we could move the week after. We have had such terrible rains that it has kept the men busy watching and fixing breaks. It rained for nearly two weeks off and on a little while at a time; the last day and night it rained almost incessantly. Never saw rain come down so fast; it literally poured. Every little gulch and ravine was running streams. One just above camp would swim a horse in an hour after it commenced to rain. After that it cleared off and has not looked like rain since. The river raised where it is narrow fifteen feet. Where we are camped it is quite wide but it rained 7 or 8 inches. John and Newell live closer to the bank and on lower ground than the rest of us. They came pretty near having to move.
The men will finish all up below camp today and they think it will take them the greater part of next week to finish up above. The head gate and dam went through it all right. As soon as they get the breaks all mended, we will be ready to move them. They have got the town site recorded and the blocks and city lots all numbered. In the first place they all took so many shares to work out. Each share draws two city lots and a quarter sections or a water right for that much. When they settled up after the ditch was done, Father had another share and $50.00 besides. So he has got 10 city lots and a water right for 5 quarter sections of land. Crismon took 10 shares and when he came to settle up he had worked out a little over 6.
We can compare pretty favorable with you folks on the grass question now I think. I have never seen grass come up so quick and grow so fast in my life as it has here since this rain. The whole country is covered with it. Up to the herd they say the feed is just splendid; as good as any you will find in Bear Lake Valley, so you can see it is not the grass but the rain we lack. I was so awful sorry to hear about Emma and Hyrum’s going way off there to Wind River for we had all made up our minds that they were coming down. I can’t help but think that is the last we shall see of them.
Don’t you think Mr. Grimmett intends to go on to the states? Charlie and George and three or four others start for Utah next Monday. You will hear all the news when George gets there. I expect Sarah is looking anxiously for him. John has had one letter from Lide. He was at Coleman when he wrote, but I think he will go on home with George.
That word home creeps in every once in a while when I am not thinking. And I never expect to feel at home again like I did there. Oh, if I only thought some time I could go back once again, I should be perfectly contented, for although, our prospects for a good home and an easy living are better than ever before, the country far better than we expected to find.
Still I find as the weeks and months go by that my attachment to my dear old home is so firmly rooted that to stand once more where I was a year ago today with the knowledge that I could spend my life there would be a happiness I dare not think of. If I only had the privilege of going to meetings and Sunday School and attending our Retrenchment and Relief Society meetings I would appreciate it much more than I then did for it seem like I miss them more and more, all of the time.
Oh how thankful I shall be if the time ever comes when we can be organized into a stake and have a president and bishop so that we can have our societies organized and attend meeting and Sunday School regularly. It seems like the judgments are coming on the earth thicker and faster and when I think how far we are from the main body of the Church and no signs yet of an organization or connection with it, o dear brother and sister it seems as if I should fly.
It is when I get to reflecting on these things that I feel like I could not stand it to stay here. In everything else I am perfectly satisfied with it. But I cannot believe that the time is far distant when these things will be different for surely there will have to be an organization when the crowds get here that are coming this fall.
We get the Deseret News regularly and father takes the New York Sun, so we get most of the news and it is really horrible to read the terrible calamities that are happening in the states and in other parts of the world. I never felt firmer nor believed more fully in the principles of our religion nor had a stronger desire to live up to them than I do today, but it looks dark ahead. Charley has bought a place a little below Jones’ for Francelle to live in this winter. She has a pretty good adobe house with two rooms in it. He bought it from a family that came when we did, but are going back with Lizzie Smith and her husband. I suppose you have heard that they are coming back to Utah. It was pretty hard work for him to get a start and Lizzie wants to see her mother and I don’t blame her. They start next week. Two other families are also going.
Our hot weather is subsiding rapidly. The highest the thermometer went was 114. Some days it was awful, but the men worked on the ditch all the time. I did not seem like we felt it too much and would not know it was so hot if it was not for the way it made things. Water in the barrels sitting in the sun would get so hot you could scarcely hold your hand in it. Butter would melt to oil churning and it would be impossible to get it fit to take up. But we are over the first summer all right and the next won’t be be nearly so bad for we will have houses by that time. Zetta and I are doing Mr. Mallory’s work. This is my week and I am thankful that it is nearly over. I will be so glad when his folks get here. I have learned to do the hair work and have made one pretty flower. I used some of father’s and mother’s and all of the children’s hair.
We did not do anything on the 24th. I promised to write to you Ella and to Libby on my birthday a year ago. Well I did not do it, but I will tell you where I was. Zetta and I went to Hayden’s with father and had all the grapes and watermelon we could eat. The day after, (Sunday) a load of us went down to a Mr. Carly’s 8 miles from here to eat grapes and had a feast, I can tell you.
Well I believe that I have written all of the news. Mother sends her love to you and the baby. She has got a job of making vests out of soldier coats. All of the children send their love. Write often to your loving sister, Zulie Pomeroy.”
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