Evan Call Family

Historical Context

Written on February 7, 1932, this letter was written to Evan from "Ruth" or "R.B." from the dorms at Utah Agricultural College. Ruth also knows Vivian and is likely someone from "back home." Maybe you know? Drop me a line.

A couple notes on the writing:

"My head's been drawn through a sieve" is a colorful, era-appropriate idiom for feeling mentally exhausted or "drained" by exams.

"Surely choice": In early 20th-century American English, especially in the Intermountain West, "choice" was a common adjective meaning excellent, high-quality, or lovely.

U.A.C. Dormitory
Logan, Utah.
February 7-1932

To the Missionary; Evan,

I’ve wiggled around so much lately that, between losing addresses and finding them, and trying to get settled I haven’t had much time for writing anybody. I just got settled here and started with my work when mid-term was upon us and I had so many exams that it seem like my head’s been drawn through a sieve.

I surely do like it here though. One sees a lot more of the kids from home, and I find the school much more friendly than was the University. You will have to try it when you finish your mission—although I think that one gets a broadening of ideas, and about as much education on a mission as one gets at school.

I see Vivian every once in a while—we have a class three times a week together, but she surely is scarce in between times. She

said something about going home next quarter. Hope not, if sure will be lonesome around here.

Its rather an experience living in a Dormitory. Its lots of fun at times—until one wishes to study or sleep and the others do not think it necessary or something. Anyway you learn to live with other people, agreeably or otherwise—and one learns to be on time, especially at meal time.

I’m sitting on pillows, and am propped with pillows, I fell down the back steps yesterday, about six of them and am feeling slightly the worse of it.

Well, I’ve certainly raved about things around here, but there isn’t much else to rave about. You’ll have to counteract by missionary experiences—wish that was what mine were, but falls seem to be my lot—

Clumsily,
Ruth

P.S. The Christmas card was surely choice. I liked it very muchly. R.B.

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