BEST LETTER OF THE WEEK

Southland Times, Issue 24243, 28 September 1940, Page 15 (Supplement)

BEST LETTER OF THE WEEK

Dear Cousin Betty,

Last Sunday was a lovely morning and before I went to Sunday School, I went for a ride around the farm on the pony, with my Dad. As we rode over the dredge tailings, where there are many waterholes, I was surprised to see so many birds and small animals. I will try to remember most of them as Dad told me what they were. First we saw some rabbits and one hare, then a few grey ducks flew up out of some water and near the edge of one pond a large bird like a hawk flew up. Dad said it was a bittern. Next, we saw near a creek some pukekos, dotrils, redshanks or stilts, and many Mother Carey chickens, and they all seemed to be so happy in the bright sunshine. Cousin Betty I will have to stop now, as my pen is growing tired.

I remain, Your Cousin Rosalie Turnbull

Merrivale R.D., Otautau. Dear Cousin Betty, It is very hard to think of some suitable activity for patriotic funds. All sorts of ideas have crossed my mind, but each one has some fault. I think that as the town cousins worked so hard for “Toad of Toad Hall,” it is up to the country cousins to do something to help this time. Here is-my latest idea: Let each clan do something; for instance hold a concert, community sing, play or raffle. The amount of money earned by each clan, should count towards the Silver Cup. Do you understand what I mean? The clan which earns the most money earns so many marks and the next highest so many, all of these to be counted for the Silver Cup. I know it is rather a vague way in which I have written my idea, but you may be able to straighten it out and do something with it. I had a lovely time when I was in town, and was sorry when I had to come home.

There does not seem much to write about, except that I have a cold in my head, which is very annoying, as I cannot go for a walk around the hills up by the bush, in case I get my feet wet. There is nothing I love more than a ramble up on the hills on a sunny day, so you can imagine how trying it is. Nevertheless I manage to find enough to keep me occupied so I’ll now stop grumbling about myself and say. Cheerio and lots of love, From your loving cousin Iris Winsloe,