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A letter

I was looking through some old photos this weekend and found this letter from my maternal grandmother Ruth Blocher (who we always called G-ma) to me.  The letter is undated.  But I apparently was having some bladder control issues as a child . . . .

I of course took her advice, and can vouch: it’s more comfortable that way.

Childhood bedroom

Emery, at left, would be in his early 20s. Esther, Ruth, and Clyde complete the photo of four Gutshall siblings growing up.

Some years ago, my youngest sister gave my aged Great-Aunt Esther a book intended for a mother or grandmother to write recollections that could be passed on to others.

Aunt Esther filled out a couple dozen pages, and then said ‘enough.’

I have photos of all of these pages.  Aunt Esther has been gone three and half years now, and I thought I might slowly transcribe her writings.


Describe the view from your childhood bedroom.

I shared a rather small bedroom with your grandmother. It was nothing special but it was comfortable and adequate for two girls. A bed, chair, dresser, and a corner clothes closet made from a shelf, rod under it and covered by a curtain.

The view from the window looked out on the farmyard, barn, hen house, smoke house, and a pasture usually full of sheep. There was always something going on, if it was only the old hen in the flower bed!