Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 129, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 June 1915 — Letter From Mrs. Ropp To Ladies’ Aid Society. [ARTICLE]

Letter From Mrs. Ropp To Ladies’ Aid Society.

The following interesting letter was written by Mrs. Horatio Ropp, now of Dowagiac, Mich., to the Ladies’ Aid Society of the Barkley M. E. church and is here printed so that all of her old friends may read it: Dowagiac, Mich., May 8, 1918. Ladies’ Aid Society, Kind Friends: Since I promised to write a letter to the Aid, I will now endeavor to take the time and the pleasure to write you a few lines. We are all enjoying the best of he alth and are very well pleased with this country. Dowagiac is a much larger place than Rensselaer, but is not near as nice and clean a place as Rensselaer. Dowagiac, is named after Indian chief Doe-Wah-Jack," and the town is also laid out on an Indian trail. There isn’t a straight street in town. But nevertheless it is a very pretty place. There are many trees here and the city looks just like it was built in a forest. The population is about 7,000, with eight churches. There are no saloons here and even the county next to this one has none' either, the saloons going out last month. There are many lakes around, namely: Indian Lake, Diamond, Morton, Magician, De..qy and Cable Lakes. We were out to Indian Lake not long ago and ceratinly had a fine time. The lake covers\Boo acres. We were out in a boat and caught 26 fish and came home and had a fish supper. There were ten here fpr supper. We took a drive to Niles, Mich., one day last week and we saw some of the loveliest country homes that I ever looked at. It made me homesick for the country again. I haven’t made the acquaintance of many people here, owing to my long spell of sickness. Coral was married at Kalamazoo on April 3rd, to William Hunsberger, of this place. They haven’t gone to housekeeping yet but are soon. I would like so much to be with you when you have your next meeting. I believe I could talk and tell you all of this better and much faster than I am writing it. I wouldn’t be a woman if I couldn’t. I always think of you on your meeting days and wish I could step in and have a nice social chat with you once more. But perhaps I can be with you sometime in the near future, while back on a visit. Mr. Ropp and Coral’s husband are both helping build the new furnace factory that is being erected here. Well, I expect you are all worn out reading this chatter so I will close. Wishing you success in your work. Coral and myself send our best wishes to all. Your friend, MRS. H. ROPP.