February 23, 1967

Dear Family,

Believe it or not, David went bond for this letter and a very nice letter it was son. Keep up the good work! My only advice to you, (this is seconded by Frank), is to stay in that school just as long as possible. The tedium of Treasure Island with San Francisco across the bay, is not nearly as bad as bad as the mosquito infested jungle.

The only news here is that the days are getting nice and we are able to sun tan in the back yard. It is a little early to go swimming for us, although the natives can be seen any day, wheeling surf boards toward the ocean. Then too Mother needs a new bathing suit and Rina, who has taken her in hand dietically speaking, has given her an ultimatum; “No bathing suit until you have lost eight lbs.” She has about four lbs to go and these seem to be the worst.

Every one is well here, or was until this morning when Julie came down with a cold, (she was running through the sprinkler in the back yard). Lane seems to be doing all right. He is his own sweet self again, however he was ill for so long that he has become somewhat “Mimamado”. I have no trouble getting him to stay with me on Relief Society days, when he does not hear the car leave. He knows the sound of the Stobbe cars and when one is started he heads for the door. The other day he was in the bath when his father started out. He ran out of the house and down the street, yelling at the top of his voice, strip naked!

The mail just arrived. We had expected mail after the President’s day holiday and nothing. To tell the truth we are not too perturbed, having talked to most of you recently. We have had no word from the Wild West McKays though and with all the bad weather they have had in that area we can’t help worry about them. How about getting off the dime Bill and scribble a few lines during some rest period in school. We would like to hear about Lloyd Edward, to say nothing of the twins, Steve and Debbie. Is Steve playing ball? Scot is trying out for a team here.

Mother joins me in sending,

All our Love,

Dad