This is another letter from Dad to me when I was in Hyampom and he was at Cal State L.A. If you click on it I think you read the whole thing. My father was from Kansas, born into a Mennonite family. This means he was a very conservative States/rights Republican. I think during the 60's when he was teaching at Cal State Fresno, and Los Angeles, this probably hurt him a little since we were pretty much in a very liberal time. In fact, I know it did. Dad was not one to silently keep his opinions to himself. During the later years of his life, he mellowed just a little into a little more liberal tone, but not very much.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
The postmark on this letter is Reedley, California, Feb, 1963. It is from my Grandmother, Mrs. J. B. Dick. (Interesting, J. B. are the initials for my Grandfather.) It was sent to Camp Trinity on the Bar 717 Ranch, Hayfork, California. This is the camp that I worked on for two years, becoming the camp director during the last year. Also, one winter we brought in about six "troubled" 6th graders and I was put in charge of them. Some of the most miserable times of my life. Grandma starts out her letter, "My Dearest Grandson Rollie. Must come for a little visit." I hope you will read on. Click on the page and it will get bigger. Grandma is as close to a saint as I will know in my lifetime.
This is a letter from Larry to me. Once again I think it was probably when I was in Hyampom. He mentions that he got enrolled in college. Sounds like it was at L.A. State and it only happened with my father, who was a professor at the college at the time, pulling some strings to get him in.
This is a beautiful letter. Nana, my grandma, wrote the first two pages and Aunt Maude, her sister, wrote the last 3/4 pages. I think it was while I was in Hyampom teaching school.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
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