Christmas 1933, Ina’s son Vance (my dad) set out from his home in Raymond, WA (125 miles south of Seattle), to spend Christmas with the folks on the farm. Apparently he became concerned about the weather and stayed in Seattle, but somehow the family at Gilbert didn’t get the message that he wasn’t coming. His sister Myrtle, however, did make it home, traveling to Lewiston from Portland on the train. She writes as follows on December 29, 1933:
I got through in good time, the train was five hours late into Lewiston and we used all the tracks north and south bank, but still I got in in plenty of time to catch the stage* to Orofino. Ed Ingram came for me and we had a hard time making it in from the highway – six inches of snow on top of soft roads. There was a heavy mantle of snow over all the trees. I got a picture of the house [before] the snow began to go. But we will have more, I hope. Myrtle Dobson (Aunt Lynn), Christmas 1933
Well, Vance disappointed his mother Ina “big-time,” so it wasn’t the happiest of Christmases. Oh well. Some Christamases are like that. We wouldn’t know a thing about this if he hadn’t saved the letters, and that’s why my mother tossed them. "Too much information," she might have said.
*I don’t know what “stage” means. In my day, the bus was called "the stage," but in those days, I would think they rode the train . KW