that you like the drawings and not the pastels. One on white paper ---- or I think it was white ---- keeps coming to my mind and it's so queer because I don't suppose I had thought of it in a couple of years.

I always feel like you do about framing my things but I thought it was because my head was stupid that I couldn't think of a way to do it -

- so I'm glad to see it puzzle someone else.

Dorothy said I always spoiled half the pictures or more - I think she said all, to be exact - that she saw with me because I was always growling about bad frames :

: it bothered me and when I told her about it it bothered her.

: I must go --

Really sun, I guess ---.

Saturday.

#122

Postmarked: San Antonio, Tex

Mar 19 1918

Tuesday A.M.

Just up -- but at breakfast 7:30 ---

Going to the country for a few days, up
for an early start. Willard - Lea and I -- Going to camp and after that I'm going
to the Mavericks' ranch, I guess -- Don't exactly know ---

Be out of town till Sunday, I guess -- Wanted to write yesterday.

Your two letters -- Felt like a whirlwind.

Must go.

#125

Postmarked: San Antonio, Tex

Mar 21 1918

Good morning —

Back in town —. Raining —. Mr. Harris fell and broke 3 ribs so we had
promised to phone in daily and ask how he was ——. Yesterday when we phoned
Brack — Lea's brother — was here and wanted us to come in, so we came —

The
place we went to camp was the farm. It is a funny little house — no one lived
in it for 2 years —

We camped in the front yard for the night — between two
lilac bushes —

In the back yard under a tree to eat —

We really had a wonderful
time — wouldn't have come in but for Brack — he is quite a necessity as
we need lots of things done — It's good we came anyway on account of the rain.

He surprised us very
much by telling us he would go up and stay with us a while — Willard was going to
take us again today — We had starved him and fed him and worked him in turn so he
was feeling much better and wanted more, I think.

Lea and I have been planning to farm for quite a while — half in fun, but as
we both had to come down here and quit work — why not in reality —. It is really
amusing — everyone has promised donations — — — a thorough-bred Jersey cow —
two goats — one pig — one bedroom set — 2 small rag rugs — We had a Reo car
but Dr. Mac said Lea mustn't run it and I can't and don't want to so we had to
give that up —

I think Brack is going to invest in a kitchen stove today before
he goes up — he is fond of biscuits, it seems —

And Mr. Harris wants to vis-
it us but won't come unless he has a bed so I guess he will bring another bed
along —

We also have one table — already — and a waffle iron among the donations

#124

Postmarked: San Antonio Tex

Mar 26 1918

Sunday morning --

I had been lying here on my balcony in the early sun -- my face covered
-- arms over it -- listening to the birds and a distant cow bell -- heard someone
coming from the barn --
-- ground is all rock -- heard him fall and looked down and
saw the Mexican man they brought out yesterday -- fall with a turkey in his arms
-- He is very wonderful to look at and is all in blue -- out under the yellow-green
trees --

This is really a remarkable place.

Fancy Lucy and I -- each with a large
chunk of hot gingerbread and a cup -- going out to the barn to get hot milk as it's
milked --
seeing the shine of the moon in the milk as we drink it.

Going to bed and to sleep at dark in spite of a perfect night --
I only saw one very clear star as I lay down and off I went to sleep.

The hills this morning are wonderful, blue, and the meadows below marvelous
green -- some yellow-green trees -- some dark green and brown -- bare -- all
colors.

Do you know the call of a mourning dove -- I hear it --

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ELIZABETH WIRE MADE ME PACK FOR NY RECEIVED PAPERS THIS AFTERNOON SO WONDERFUL I HAVE TO STAY AND PAINT ON IT OR ILL LOSE WHAT I WANT TO MAKE WARM DAYS FEELING FINE WILL COME LATER IF YOU WISH BUT I HAVE TO USE THE PAPERS NOW WIRE IMMEDIATELY

GEORGIA OKEEFFE.

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#125

Postmarked: Waring Texas

Mar 28 1918

I'm almost asleep but guess I can manage to write anyway --- if I don't right now there is no telling when I'll get to it. I've done such a funny unexpected thing that I feel as though the grin never will wear off my face.

Am on the train going to the farm with Brack --- He is reading the paper --- It is still early morning haze but cloudy --- I can't help laughing when I think how funny it would be if it would rain before we get the kitchen stove up. It and the four chairs are in the car ahead ---

---------------------------------

I must go back to those telegrams --- They surely have had me hopping during the past two days --- You see I didn't get the first one from E--- till Monday night on account of being out on the ranch --- They sent it out with a letter from you and one from Claudie and two others and it was misplaced with the letters and I haven't seen any of them yet ---

However, got a duplicate of the telegram ---

I knew I ought not go up there now while it's so cold because ---

Well, just because I haven't any business doing it --- I feel fine usually on warm days if I don't run around too much but cooler days are bad ---

Lea just reared when she came down from the farm last night --- no - night before --- and I told her --- "Just as good as suicide", she remarked --- then added --- "Maybe I'm prejudiced but I don't think I am --- I'm just going to write those folks to leave you alone --- they are crazy" --- Then last night when I read her your telegrams she said, "Well --- I knew by that man's picture --- that's what he would say if he cared what happened to you." :

: :
:

However I was pretty much stirred up ---

Then on top of that Watkins blew

in --- Willard and I had just gotten a package and were sitting in the car --- lazy --- just watching the people go up and down Alamo Plaza --- and first thing I

#126

Postmarked: Waring Tex

Mar 29 1918

Sometime in the morning ---

I am on a tiny little wooden balcony just wide enough for my single bed ---
it's an old country stone house --- Lucy's ranch house --- Have slept like a dead
woman --- no wonder, though, because I never heard such stillness as was here yes-
terday and last night --- sometime it rained --- just a sprinkle. This morning/little
cloudy but the clouds are breaking --- quite a little blue --- Maybe I slept better
because there were no stars --- I looked down at the cover and laughed just before
writing --- I had slept under an army blanket.

Lucy and I came out yesterday afternoon --- no one else here but the men who
run the place --- it's about 30 miles.

The farm donations that have materialized so far are a rake - an axe - a
broom - a kitchen stove and four chairs - Willard and Brack and Lea are going up
today - Willard was sitting in the car just stewing yesterday when I came out here
yesterday instead - ---

--- He is coming for me today or tomorrow if Lucy and I don't drive over there ---
it's only about 12 or 15 miles from here. Hills are lovely and misty and blue this
morning.

Your letter and telegram yesterday before I came out --- the letter wonder-
ful and the spirit that prompted the telegram wonderful too.

(part omitted)

My throat and chest hurt yesterday but right now I feel better ---

Must get up ---

It was the dampness yesterday --- drizzled a little in San Antonio ---
I went down into the live oaks last night when the moon was hazy --- the sky just
a little pink overhead and grey and the big black twisty live oaks seemed to reach
down and around me like great arms and fingers.

asked me first thing how much I make at Canyon ----- He heard me talk at Waco
Thanksgiving time and wants me to supervise here but he thinks I'm too expensive

It makes me laugh ---

He said that after he heard me talk he decided I was worth
watching ----- I told him yes ----- he couldn't get something for nothing ----- He
wanted to be kept informed as to my whereabouts - - -

I would like to work here but ----- a couple of days after that I ran into a
meeting he was holding and heard the line of talk and I thought -------- How could
I possibly stand it to get mixed up with that again -----

I don't know.

I feel almost as trifling as Strand seems to me sometimes -----

But I can't go on loafing always -----

However ----- I'm not worrying ----- and it amuses me that I'm not.

(part omitted)

Well --- I must go ---

----- I'm all right --- I'm nothing --- nothing counts
and it doesn't matter - and I don't care.

( Remainder omitted)

#128

Postmarked: San Antonio Tex

Apr 13 1918

It's a long time since I've written — I don't know exactly why —
because I believe I've thought more than usual —
of you.

The days have been very nice — I've liked them very much — have been
feeling very good too and been very lazy — 10:30 is getting-up time — I feel
like doing things — walking, riding — trailing around. Have gained 8 pounds —
26 — as much as I ever weigh — throat still bothers a lot but I don't mind so
much with the rest of me feeling human —

Have painted some — most of it very
bad — Yesterday the girl with the wonderful yellow hair nude — and I didn't do what
I had planned at all —

Have been thinking ahead a lot but somehow or other it doesn't seem to get
me anywhere — I'd like to talk to you — Willard took me out to see Mr. Moody —
my old man — this morning — — —

Guess I stayed over two hours — He tells me that as
I grow older I will gradually conform more and more to what the other folks feel
and think — A great old man. I doubt it.

Tired — very tired — Only living for his daughter — The war machines fly-
ing past his big windows getting terribly on his nerves.

Dogs and roses — lovely
dark red ones — turning toward black — thick thick trees — almost like a house
under them —

Queer — ever since I left him I've wanted to go back —

I've been in town three or four days — was going back this afternoon but it
looked cloudy — too much like rain so Willard said better not to go — — — I had decided
before he said that — — — If it's not raining he is going to take Sibyl and me up
in the morning or afternoon tomorrow — — —

Afternoon same day --- It's Monday ---

Lea has gone back up in the country --- I had promised to do some things for Sibyl so didn't go ---

And I guess too --- I didn't really want to --- She came down with a man from Waring who --- oh, I don't know --- I just feel better not to ride with him --- knowing his large fat wife and that he hasn't any great fondness for her --- by the way --- he is post master --- keeps the store where the post-office is --- and has already grown to smile at your letters --- never said anything --- but he smiles ---

He doesn't belong where he is and I am better off not acquainted with him.

--- Living seems more queer every day
--- I feel

rather like bursting ---

O'Flinn this morning made me feel like I imagine a balloon feels when they fill it up for the first time --- Really --- it's great to be living--- I don't ever remember feeling such a burst of honesty slapped down in front of me. Was going to see him again this afternoon but was busy getting Lea off --- then getting myself over here to judge Sibyl's posters ---

--- I didn't want to come but it's to help her in what she is trying to do here ---

Met Fred Hyser on the street the other night --- one of our boys of last year --- you remember --- was drafted --- very much changed.

I also found a Life of Strindberg the other day and it has been giving me a wonderful time --- Why my head is in whirls --- mad whirls --- but Oh --- I like it --- the excitement of what it all makes me feel and think ---

No ---

I don't think I'm going to teach school anymore ---

--- How could I. The sham of the way it's done --- becomes more and more apparent every day ---

--- Among other things --- just before I met O'Flinn this morning --- I had met the Superintendent of Schools here --- we talked a few minutes ---

--- so amusing for those two things to come on top of