Dear father and mother:
Sajikkol, Seoul,
October 20, 1930.
It is early Monday morning. While we were eating breakfast
your letter came, and I have just finished reading it. I know you
were happy to be able to take the bandage off your eyes, but It*was
distressing to know they were still troubling and paining you.  I
know they are worse than you say; I feel you do not tell me all the
bad details. Do hope they will soon be entirely normal again.
* You much over-stated my good qualities and omitted all the
bad ones intyour.birthday message; but if I have meant any happiness
or satisfaction to you, it is only a small recompense for what you
have done and sacrificed for me. And instead of your doing less as
the years go by, you; seem to be increasing your gifts. I really feel
you should quit giving to me; it is time you werenreceiving and *
resting in the fruits of your labors, ^ou were so lavish inf'your
birthday presents that you should not think of sending anything for
a long time, not even at Christmas.  If wish I could $ send you something
useful, but all I have thought. of are more curiosities or souvenirs
than they are utilities.
I certainly enjoy the trombone and feel it will really not
be too hard to learn.  I like the xone of a trombone much better than
a cornet, and I have a great distaste for the saxophone because it is
always associated with the wretched jazz screeches and wails that I
had to endure in compulsory chapel at U.S.C. The only time I ever
heard the saxophone!used in a decent manner was by. a Bible Institute
quartet that nlayed at Trinitylonce some years ago.  I thought then
that if I had heard that kind of music instead of the jazz I should
have liked the instrument better. .
Yi Yong Do brought his kayakum, a twelve stringed Korean
guitar, and we have had some music together. He says he does %%
not play it for the music, but as a devotional exercise; he goes
over the hymns quietly when by himself and gets a great blessing
out of it, he savs.  Its strings are made out of silk, stretched over
a wooden body five feet long and nearly a foot wide, rectangular.
..# Last week when we left Tong Chun, all the Christians came
out to the corner where the bus was to leave, the grandmothers, the
young folks, and even- the whole kindergarten marched up in two lines
with their teachers to see their pastor off. There was a great
hubbub as the cries of ^moksanim" (honorific for "pastor") went up
from every little mouth when vi moksa came by, each little tot
wanting recognition and returning a bow.ifhere were tears from the
women, and one very poor old lady brought a sack of ten or twelve
immense chestnuts as her parting gift. vi moksa wants to send them
to you. They are the biggest I, or anyone else here, ever saw.
Thej>night before, after preaching, one of the local preachers
took charge of a farewell program, several speeches^and the presentation of ah overcoat being followed by a feast of cookies and tea,
during which ey^yone contributedja story or song as he was called on,
impromptu. Most of them had apparently never heard of such things as
pitch or rhythm or proper voice production, but it was really good
because thev entered?, so heartily* Into the spirit and did their best.