News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1893-08-10
From the Northwest.
COLLEGE PLACE, Wash, /
Lnly u. 1893. [

COLLEGE PLACE, WASH,
July 81, 1898.
DEAR News AND CITIZEN
Your smiling face, dated July 20, has
put in an appearance, and is nearly on
time. 1t is the first time, however,
that it has been for several weeks.
We have been living here in the Wal
la Walla valley since May II and
have had the paper but few times.
Now, really thought l wrote i'm
mediately on our arrival to have the
address changed from Sumner, Wash,
to the above place, where we are liv-
ing for our health. 1t was thought
that the dry, braciDg air would be
better for me than the fog and damp
ness of the "sound country" which
develops catarrh, heart and kidney
troubles, and la grippe, that terrible
foe of mankind.
You see we are working eastward
again, and | wish we could keep
right on till we reached the familiar
scenes of dear old Vermont l really
believe that a years visit there would
benefit me more than all the lotions
this side of the Rocky Mountains.
In some respects | am better here.
In a measure | have lost the smoth-
cred sensation, from which l had so
long suffered, and | can sleep better
nights.
The sun shines all day long up here
(which was not often the case on the
sound), and the birds sing from the
peep of dawn until twilight. 1t is
very pleasant here and | think as
good a place as any in which to live
these hard times. There is one OBJ
lection, however, on account of there
being too many people and also too
many tramps. How l pity these
destitute men as they travel about
through the heat and dust looking
for work, or for what is more essen
tia1 with many, something to eat.
The dirt here is just awful We eat
and drink it, as well as breathe it.
The land, as perhaps nearly all
know, has to be irrigated in order to
produce anything but wild sunfow-
ers, thistles, and other unlovely
things.
We are living with our son, Leon
B. P. Holt, and he has a splendid
garden. The sight of it is enough to
cheer the unhappy, to say nothing
about having the privilege of eating
it's delicious productions. Fortu-
nately quite respectable stream of
water runs by the west end of the
garden, from which water is conveyed
to the products.
NY daughter-in-law is a first rate
cook, and our table is always boun-
tifully spread for us with everything
to tempt the appetite one could de-
sire, leaving nothing for us to do but
eat, drink and rest, working only
when necessary to obtain the desired
recreation.
We are about one mile and a hall
from the fruit garden of DR.. Blaylock
Commissioner from eastern Wash.
ington to the Worlds Fair.
Every one here has fruit-such as
apples, pears, prunes, plums, cher
ries, and other good things. But
even this gem of the Walla Walla
valley has it's drawbacks. The bed
bug crawls out of the dirt and thrives
on the fir timber, "betimes" max.
[ ing nights anything but seasons Of
rest and quiet.
However, we have no fault to find
The Lord has been exceedingly good
to us in our old age. Yes, | am an
old woman, with white hair and
WORKOUT body and brain, and | am
so thankful for a chance to lay down
the burden. The little boy who in
the old days was running about your
streets calling himself Sans boy, is
now a broad-shouldered, bearded
man, and is willing and able to bear
the burden now upon him. He has
that best gift of Providence to a
young man, a wife of sterling worth.
Therefore | feel as if it were our lot
to have our pathway of life mapped
out in pleasant places, for which
am continually rejoicing and thank
ing God.
Now, News AND CITIZEN, if you are
glad to see me and will hereafter
come to me weekly, sometime | may
visit the state in which you dwell.
But my visit will have to be soon, il
| would find any familiar faces.
Father, mother, two brothers and a
sister have gone to the silent land.
Uncles, aunts and cousins have near
ly all gone, and every paper | get,
chronicles the death of some friend
or acquaintance-but such is life
Passing away" is written upon all
nature, and our turn must soon
come when "the places which know
us now will know us no more for
ever" Till then, l remain a true
lover of Vermont.
Yours as ever,
Mrs. r. p. STEWART.