Out of the welter of Christmas plans comes this letter and how I wish I were coming to you with it or better still that you were coming home. No use to think of these things, though, and I hope and trust you’ll be with friends and be cheered and happy.
– Ina to her son Vance, Christmas 1932
How like a mother to worry about her son at Christmas! But Ina's pleas that Vance would come home for Christmas fell on deaf ears. In 1934 she wrote, "I'm expecting a good time. I wish you'd come over. Couldn't you have arranged it?" But, I guess Vance didn't want to "be home for Christmas."
Ina was taking a break from her Thursday afternoon chores. Jack had been out to the mailbox and came back with some early cards. They sat down together at the diningroom table to read them while enjoying coffee and sour cream sugar cookies. Oh! The nutmeg flavor was delightful. It tasted just like Christmas! KW