FREMONT, June 2,
1867.
MY DARLING:—I
reached the depot here about six P. M. yesterday, the boys with Rock met me and
had me up to the house in a "jiffy," as Mother used to say. Both the
boys laughing and talking as tanned as Indians and jolly as porpoises. Birch
chops and hauls dirt for the road and Webb rows boat and fishes on the river.
School of course but secondary. Their talk was of chickens.
The flower garden
has more plants in it, and will some day amount to something. Your verbenas (is
that right?) will go into a star-shaped bed tomorrow. The rains have brought up
the grass everywhere. It is a beautiful place. Birch calls me "Dad"
with great complacency and lays his hand on my shoulder familiarly. Have had a
pleasant day with the boys. Very happy little (or big) fellows they are, and
very happy it is to be with them. Good night. Love to all.
SOURCE: Charles
Richard Williams, editor, Diary and Letters of Rutherford Birchard
Hayes, Volume 3, p. 44
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