Rumuruti Laikipia

March 16 ‘07

Mrs. John Minch
Hoopole, Ill.

My dear mother:

        It is such a long time since I have written you that I almost feel ashamed, but Florence writes so much and I must work so hard that I always feel tired evenings and it always seems so easy to put it off just a bit longer. So dont think that I am not thinking of you all almost continually. Just say John is very busy. In fact as I learn to know Florence better I cannot help to feel the rest of you must be like her and I am longing for the time when we shall be able to come home then I can see you all. Florence just said “It certainly wont be more than four years”. She always says after five years she is to have a furlough but where does mine come in!

        Last night we looked over our book catalogues to choose a list of books. My but was’nt it a picnic. We feel almost afraid to ask for so much for books but our books are the only neighbors we have. We want some one to talk to. You may not be able to understand it, but it is remarkable how quickly one gets awfully narrow and even sour and gloomy when he feels shut out as we are. The only thing that can keep us bright and happy is books. So you wont blame us if it seems we have sent for too many. You may especially be surprised to see what music we have sent for. I do not know the day when I have not been passionately fond of music. I have never had an opportunity to study music but can I think do quite well any how. My folks at home used to be surprised at me some times. I know many times on rainy days when we could not go out to work, I sat down at the piano right after dinner and played continually until supper time. Here when every thing seems to go wrong and I get the blues I can drain it all away with an hour at the organ. The music paper you have sent us called the organ is my favorite. I think it is the finest thing there is as Florence perhaps has told you. Among all the composers Mozart is my favorite. While I was still at home and hardly able to play at all I got one of Mozarts music books one time and was so fond of it and played so much from it that my brother George used to say I was crazy. For many years I had a strong desire to get a collection of music from some of the best composers but never had a chance. Florence says I may have the chance now with some of the money from her book box. I dont think any thing in the world would make me happier. I can play well enough now to go through with some of the most difficult music and to have music in our house continually from some of the best composers cannot help but make our home brighter happier and better in every way. If you will kindly get for us what I have chosen it will be a favor I shall never forget. It will be a continual joy and pleasure in our home and will save us many a lonely hour even more so than good books. Aside from the Bible I dont think any thing has helped more to build me up than music. It is the one thing that I miss here more than any thing else. Florence is writing about sending the music. I will make out the order list and you can send it to the company and ask them to send it directly to us. I will write the letter to the Company, and you enclose just as it is written then no mistake can be made. That will enable us to get it quickly, and I think at very little more cost if any at all.

        We are getting on nicely now with our work. Florence is making wonderful progress with her boys. She has been very steady with her teaching and it makes me feel as though we were getting something done. Before when I was alone with all the outside work to do it seemed as though no mission work was being done. Now the work is all going on together. I believe we have a grand work before us and I am only longing for the time when there will be no building to be done when all our time from morning till night can be spent at mission work. Our big house is almost finished. Then I will have a chapel to build a boys house and a girls house. It will take some time to finish them. The work will though then be well advanced. Mulungit at present seems to be the whole life of the place. I knew he would. It seems he can do with the boys just as he pleases. He is anxious to have the boys house built soon. He says he is sure we will have all the boys we want without giving them any pay. I am planning a house with a large dining room so as to teach the boys to eat and cook properly. Now they eat little better than your pigs out in the barn. If they have a nice large dining room they can be made to keep clean and cook their food well. Then we want a large bed room to hold 30 or 40 beds. These beds I can easily make myself. We can make mattresses and comforters for the beds with the cat tail reed which grows plentifully in the swamp so the boys could have good clean beds and warm. The nights are quite cold. A girls house could be made in the same way. Then we expect Mr and Mrs Starr here soon and they will need a house so there is still some work to do. And besides I want a garden large enough to grow food for all the boys and girls and that will take some time so we can always be busy.

        We expect Mr. and Mrs Hurlburt and Mr and Mrs Starr and Miss Downing about next Sat. but do not know sure yet if they will come. Hurlburt expects to do extension exploring among new tribes and I believe wants me to go with him. Mrs. Hurlburt will stay here for her vacation while he is gone. Mr Hurlburt is planning to take up work soon among eight new tribes nearly all of which know the Masai language somewhat. Our mission will no doubt soon cover nearly all this country this side of the Nile River. Hurlburt seems to be very well now, and we believe God is leading him into this work. We will be glad to have helpers here on our station. If I should go with Hurlburt you need not worry because none of those tribes are dangerous and some I already know. The country is also healthy and safe but I must close. May this find you all well and happy in Christ.

        I am John.

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