Here is my best guess as to the cars that Grandma and Mary Evelyn saw at Stomp's:
Dear Ted,
Here I am, behind you again in number of letters but I don't care if you don't. Do you? Of course, as you say my time is limited. I work all day while you have all day to loaf around and write letters. Alright, don't glare at me. I'll be good.
Ted, don't scare me again like you did. You really had me worried when you said you would meet me at 5:00 A.M. I nearly passed out before I read farther on. My mother can verify that. She wondered what was wrong with me. She even thought you were serious until I explained to her. Of course I would have been ready at that unearthly hour if you had really wanted it that way, but I sure am glad you were only kidding.
I thought I had my cold just about licked yesterday and this morning, but I'm not so sure tonight. I coughed more than usual this afternoon and this evening I've started losing my voice Consequently, I've got to get busy again tonight and fight harder. Then again, I might let it go and if I lose my voice completely, I won't have to work tomorrow. Say – that's an idea! (Not such a good one though.) You ought to hear mother when I jokingly suggest it to her. She looks at me as if she thought my mind is affected. Sometimes I wonder myself. Time will tell.
Guess where we went last night? Mother's toe was getting worse again so Mary and I chauffeured her to the doctor's. The last time she went was when you were here. Remember? Mary and I window-shopped while mother went to the doctor. And by the way, it certainly was funny to see Mary park (the car). We found a parking place pretty close luckily. She took so long that about 3 people stopped and waited for the place not knowing whether she was coming or going (and hoping she was going). One fellow just shook his head and finally drove on. When Mary listened to me and turned the wheels like I told her, she got along fine – and I'm not bragging please. It only took her a couple of shakes to get out.
While we were downtown we saw them unload 8 new Chevrolets at Stomp's – the place where you had your car fixed. They were really good looking – even Mary acknowledged that and when she goes “ga-ga” over a Chevrolet, you know it must be good. There was one in particular that she liked. Some of them were built similar to the new Buicks.
You know, my voice is getting worse and I don't know if I can do anything about it. My throat isn't sore, it's just my voice. Laryngitis I guess. The best thing I can do is keep my mouth shut and you know that will be tough.
I really should write to Gladys and I have a skirt to press. I was just thinking that I'd better not write you any more letters this week. I'll see you before you'd get it. That will be better anyway, won't it?
Love,
Dolores
Here I am, behind you again in number of letters but I don't care if you don't. Do you? Of course, as you say my time is limited. I work all day while you have all day to loaf around and write letters. Alright, don't glare at me. I'll be good.
Ted, don't scare me again like you did. You really had me worried when you said you would meet me at 5:00 A.M. I nearly passed out before I read farther on. My mother can verify that. She wondered what was wrong with me. She even thought you were serious until I explained to her. Of course I would have been ready at that unearthly hour if you had really wanted it that way, but I sure am glad you were only kidding.
I thought I had my cold just about licked yesterday and this morning, but I'm not so sure tonight. I coughed more than usual this afternoon and this evening I've started losing my voice Consequently, I've got to get busy again tonight and fight harder. Then again, I might let it go and if I lose my voice completely, I won't have to work tomorrow. Say – that's an idea! (Not such a good one though.) You ought to hear mother when I jokingly suggest it to her. She looks at me as if she thought my mind is affected. Sometimes I wonder myself. Time will tell.
Guess where we went last night? Mother's toe was getting worse again so Mary and I chauffeured her to the doctor's. The last time she went was when you were here. Remember? Mary and I window-shopped while mother went to the doctor. And by the way, it certainly was funny to see Mary park (the car). We found a parking place pretty close luckily. She took so long that about 3 people stopped and waited for the place not knowing whether she was coming or going (and hoping she was going). One fellow just shook his head and finally drove on. When Mary listened to me and turned the wheels like I told her, she got along fine – and I'm not bragging please. It only took her a couple of shakes to get out.
While we were downtown we saw them unload 8 new Chevrolets at Stomp's – the place where you had your car fixed. They were really good looking – even Mary acknowledged that and when she goes “ga-ga” over a Chevrolet, you know it must be good. There was one in particular that she liked. Some of them were built similar to the new Buicks.
You know, my voice is getting worse and I don't know if I can do anything about it. My throat isn't sore, it's just my voice. Laryngitis I guess. The best thing I can do is keep my mouth shut and you know that will be tough.
I really should write to Gladys and I have a skirt to press. I was just thinking that I'd better not write you any more letters this week. I'll see you before you'd get it. That will be better anyway, won't it?
Love,
Dolores
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