Dear Ted,
Your letters are sort of “ganging up” on me but I love it. The fact is you're spoiling me. If you ever decide or get too busy to write me often, I'll miss it.
Thanks oodles for the snapshots. I would send you some of mine but yours are really much better than mine. If you would like some though, let me know. You should have told me you had that picture enlarged. I wouldn't have needed to go through all that agony – maybe. I suppose I would had to have keep my promise though. You know that “close-up” of me? Gladys's mother told me if I had my mouth shut it would look like a corpse! Imagine that. I told her I would probably die with my mouth open anyway – I have it open so much of the time (according to my family).
I got my proofs today and we're having quite a time deciding. I wish you were here to pick out the one you like. (That isn't the only reason I wish you were here though). We have eliminated it to 2 but haven't decided definitely yet. There were 6, so I guess we've accomplished something. I want to settle it tonight so I can take them back tomorrow. It would be tragic if I didn't get the finished pictures until after our trip, wouldn't it – or would it?
Honestly, Ted, I would just love to walk in on you while you were industriously (?) mopping or washing dishes. That would really be a treat. All joking aside though, I'll bet you get along splendidly.
About the question you asked regarding the trip. I really think it would be best to come to Detroit or as far as you can Sunday evening and then sleep before starting to N.Y. However, I trust your judgment enough to know you'll do what is best for you. When you decide, let me know about what time to expect you Monday morning so I won't oversleep. You know me.
Gladys's mother is here tonight. She has more trouble, honestly, and it just seems to keep piling up. Sometimes I wonder where it will all end. And by the way, I would rather you didn't let on to the Mayfields or anyone else that you know anything about the Manny affair – at least for the present. I didn't think you would but I thought I'd ask you anyway. Thanks.
I got the cutest gift from my soldier brothers yesterday. It was 2 weeks late but worth waiting for. It's a little basket made from grasses and reeds. It stands about 3 or 4 inches high and is about 6 inches in diameter with a little cover. Some Indian women in Louisiana made it. I like it so much.
You should have seen me yesterday. It was one of my days off but I was really busy all day. I cleaned the whole house while mother washed. I did some extra work in my own room – cleaned drawers, put away summer clothes and got out fall clothes, etc. Then I washed some clothes and ironed them. I went to 2 groceries and wrote 2 letters. Last but not least, I prepared supper – of it anyway. I made vegetable soup and I prepared all the raw vegetables. We used 3 cans and since I was writing when it was time for them to go in, mother did it for me. In fact, I didn't even know when she did it – I intended doing it myself. I made the dessert though and set the table, etc. Oh, but you should have seen me peeling and cutting the onion! I dislike them and dislike even more to cut them. Such a time! I did everything I could think of to get the odor off my hands but haven't been entirely successful yet. I'm very unhappy about it too. I'll never peel another onion again – not even for vegetable soup (and I love vegetable soup).
There's so much talking going on, I can't think of anything else. I know I couldn't fill another whole sheet so I think I'll quit and go to bed – really.
Good-night, Ted.
Love,
Dolores
Your letters are sort of “ganging up” on me but I love it. The fact is you're spoiling me. If you ever decide or get too busy to write me often, I'll miss it.
Thanks oodles for the snapshots. I would send you some of mine but yours are really much better than mine. If you would like some though, let me know. You should have told me you had that picture enlarged. I wouldn't have needed to go through all that agony – maybe. I suppose I would had to have keep my promise though. You know that “close-up” of me? Gladys's mother told me if I had my mouth shut it would look like a corpse! Imagine that. I told her I would probably die with my mouth open anyway – I have it open so much of the time (according to my family).
I got my proofs today and we're having quite a time deciding. I wish you were here to pick out the one you like. (That isn't the only reason I wish you were here though). We have eliminated it to 2 but haven't decided definitely yet. There were 6, so I guess we've accomplished something. I want to settle it tonight so I can take them back tomorrow. It would be tragic if I didn't get the finished pictures until after our trip, wouldn't it – or would it?
Honestly, Ted, I would just love to walk in on you while you were industriously (?) mopping or washing dishes. That would really be a treat. All joking aside though, I'll bet you get along splendidly.
About the question you asked regarding the trip. I really think it would be best to come to Detroit or as far as you can Sunday evening and then sleep before starting to N.Y. However, I trust your judgment enough to know you'll do what is best for you. When you decide, let me know about what time to expect you Monday morning so I won't oversleep. You know me.
Gladys's mother is here tonight. She has more trouble, honestly, and it just seems to keep piling up. Sometimes I wonder where it will all end. And by the way, I would rather you didn't let on to the Mayfields or anyone else that you know anything about the Manny affair – at least for the present. I didn't think you would but I thought I'd ask you anyway. Thanks.
I got the cutest gift from my soldier brothers yesterday. It was 2 weeks late but worth waiting for. It's a little basket made from grasses and reeds. It stands about 3 or 4 inches high and is about 6 inches in diameter with a little cover. Some Indian women in Louisiana made it. I like it so much.
You should have seen me yesterday. It was one of my days off but I was really busy all day. I cleaned the whole house while mother washed. I did some extra work in my own room – cleaned drawers, put away summer clothes and got out fall clothes, etc. Then I washed some clothes and ironed them. I went to 2 groceries and wrote 2 letters. Last but not least, I prepared supper – of it anyway. I made vegetable soup and I prepared all the raw vegetables. We used 3 cans and since I was writing when it was time for them to go in, mother did it for me. In fact, I didn't even know when she did it – I intended doing it myself. I made the dessert though and set the table, etc. Oh, but you should have seen me peeling and cutting the onion! I dislike them and dislike even more to cut them. Such a time! I did everything I could think of to get the odor off my hands but haven't been entirely successful yet. I'm very unhappy about it too. I'll never peel another onion again – not even for vegetable soup (and I love vegetable soup).
There's so much talking going on, I can't think of anything else. I know I couldn't fill another whole sheet so I think I'll quit and go to bed – really.
Good-night, Ted.
Love,
Dolores
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