Sigrid Niemela: June 18, 1928 Mt. Iron, Minn.

Dear Friends,
I hope this post finds you all well. If you live out East, I hope you are safe and that the hurricane did not do to much damage at you place. I know a number people are very devastated by the damage and loss of life. The power of nature is something we can not fight.
Anyway, here is the next letter from Sigrid:

  As always, for those that find it hard to read, here is what it says:

               Mt. Iron, Minn
                 June 18, 1928
Dear Howard,
Again I've neglected ans-
wering your letter, but
you see my sister came
over and I couldn't
find any such time
so I could be alone, you
see no one but we
know of this corres-
pondence, unless you've
told your friends etc.
But this morning I happened
to get up early & as she's
still sleeping I tho't
I'll write a little, to
let you know I'm still
alive at least.
I'm so disgusted with

this part of the world
now. It's always rain-
ing, not a blessed
nice day or evening
now that it started.
How are your crops
coming up? Our pot-
otoes were up nice &
then "Jack Frost" nipped
them. I didn't plant
much of anything this
year, probably too lazy.
I was to the country
some 31 miles from here,
yesterday. They had some
church doings & meetings
there but I just bummed
around & saw some
of my old friends there.
Do you believe that
13th days are unlucky?
I never did put much

           2.
thought to it, but last
week it happened that
a car tipped right
over, by out house. No-
body got hurt, because
they were going so slow
but there's a pretty sharp
curve so it just happened
& they were our neighbors
too.
Have you done any-
thing to the house now?
I guess you don't get much
time in summer to
carpenter. I think that
any kind of trees around
it would be nice,
without waiting for a

wife to tell. Get some
that grow easy and
quick. We haven't
hardly any trees in
the yard, but it
certainly isn't my
fault.
This must be getting
rather monotonous al-
ready, so I'll quietly
slip out. No extra special
news now anyway.
You write soon
anyway if you possibly
have time. I wish
I could hear your
records oh boy! I bet
I'd be always winding
at that "funny-graph".
               as Ever
                   Sigrid

It sounds like it was a rainy time around where she lived. It kind of sounds like the kind of weather we have had around here this year.
I wonder what kind of a car the neighbor had that it tipped over going around a curve at a very slow speed. That's what happens when you go around a curve on the 13th.
It kind of sounds like Grandpa was planting some trees around the house.
She sounds a little down to me. I wonder if she ever told her sister about writing to Grandpa or if it remained a secret.
I wonder which record was Grandpa's favorite at the time.

Here are two more viewer cards from the "Scene's from New York" set:

 East River Bridge.

   Steam Yachts and Ferry Boats, New York Harbor.

Since I have never been to New York I can only show you a picture a found on the internet that might show a similar thing or area.
Here is the what I think is the same bridge:

 
A different angle, but I think the same.


I couldn't find the right kind of an angle, so I guess this must do.

Here is a random picture fro you to look at:

The reason I picked this picture is because of her story about the car that tipped over. This truck did something like that too. I remember my dad telling about what happened but right now I can't remember the details.

Well that's all I have to share with you today.
I hope you have a good week and come back soon for more Fading History.
Till then.
Your friend,
Sandy

Mary Mattingly: June 7, 1928 Springfield Ky.

Dear Friends,
I hope you had a good weekend. Mine was good as usual, no drama for me anyway. So I guess I'll get to the letter right away.
It is a very hard letter to read. The writing is very faded or Mary did not write it very dark. So here it is:

As always, for those that find it hard to read here it is:

                Willisberg Ky.
                June 3 1928
Dear Friend Howard I take
the pleasure in answering your
letter I got the other day
was glad to hear from you
I have been so busy I hadn't
had time to answer it is raining
here now I guess I will have to
sit after tomorrow I guess
you don't raise any tobacco
We raise corn and tobacco wheat
oats in garden I don't like
tobacco much Maybe I will
have a picture to send

           2
you in my next letter I guess
you are going to get it
I had some taken but they
wasn't good no I haven't any
car I am working for one but
I haven't got it me I don't
but close to the motion
it is awful don't hear this spring
But there is right small size
litter akkler hear them to
any time to get lonesome
with any of is me  I don't
Guess so I will close it
is getting late looking to hear
from you from Mary Mattingly

I know I got a lot of the words wrong, so I want to say I'm sorry. Between the bad spelling and light writing it was very hard to figure out what she was trying to say.
I don't know if she really meant tobacco or not but it kind of made sense. Maybe someone else will be able to figure it out better then I did.
The post mark was Springfield Ky.

Anyway, here are two more cards from "The scenes from New York " set:

 The Famous Bowery as it is today.

 
 Market under East River Bridge.

Like I've told you I know nothing about New York at all.
I looked up the famous Bowery because I wanted to know what it looks like today.
I think this is an image of maybe the same area:


I got the image from Wikipedia.
I'd say, boy has it changed.

As for the scene of the market under the East River Bridge, I don't think it looks anything like the one in the old viewer.



I'm not sure if this a picture that could have been taken in the same area or not. I don't think they have the kind of markets today as they use to.

Here is a random picture for you to look at.

I'm not sure if I have shown you this one before or not. I do not have any idea who this is or when it was taken.

Well, that's about all I have to share with you today.
I hope you will come back soon for more Fading History.
Till then.
Your friend,
Sandy