Dear Ted,
Hello again! Have you recuperated yet from your loss of sleep? I think I have.
I'm so tired and stiff tonight. Know why? You'll never guess, so I'll tell you. Mother took advantage of my day off. While she was busy washing in the basement, I made starch for her. It's the first time I ever did it. Does that seem funny to you? Then this afternoon while she was ironing she asked me if I'd like to make noodles or would I rather iron. I decided to try my luck at noodles. It was the first time for that too. (Boy, am I getting domestic?) Homemade noodles with chicken are sure good though, aren't they? Well, I went to work with eggs, salt, milk and flour and produced some very presentable noodles (with a little help from mother, I must confess). At least everyone ate them and as yet haven't complained. I wouldn't want you to think that this is what made me so tired although it helped a little. Besides doing some washing and a little housecleaning and going to the grocery, I ironed and that's what got me. I know I'm a sissy, but I'm not used to being on my feet so much. You know I sit at my work. Or did you? Anyway, I guess I'm a “lily” and a “softie”, etc. You are probably laughing at me and I don't blame you much. Mary Evelyn laughed but she had nothing to laugh about. She couldn't have done any better or felt any better for doing it. Please don't think I'm complaining about all this but I thought you might get a “kick” out of it by comparing it to a really hard day's work of yours.
Say, Ted, mother gave me something else to think about today. You remember what you and I talked about and what she and I discussed, don't you? Of course you do. Well, she suggested that by my reaction and outlook so to speak, that you might think I was also referring to your folks. Honestly, Ted, such thoughts never crossed my mind. I meant no reflection whatsoever. Please believe me and again accept my apologies if I have hurt you that way unknowingly. As I've said in a former letter, I believe I've been foolish in my attitude to some extent and I'm trying to think this thing through and decide with a clearer mind. I mean I'm trying to push the cobwebs out of my head. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. I wish you were here so I could talk to you. That would be so much better, wouldn't it?
Mary Evelyn has gone to a football game with my cousin so there is comparative peace and quiet around here. The game was postponed from Friday and Saturday night because of rain and if it doesn't rain before they're through tonight, I'll be surprised. It started raining today before the clothes all got dry and has been nasty ever since. Have you had such mean weather?
My vacation is over practically and I'm sort of sorry. I've enjoyed it so much. Know why? If you don't, I'm not going to tell you this time.
I'll be looking for a letter tomorrow and don't forget you said you'd answer all of mine. I'll try to keep you busy for a while.
Oh, by the way – have you sent that little “thingamajig” back to Houghton yet? You know what I mean. Don't try to act innocent now. Be sure and let me know how it comes out.
Don't forget that picture if you haven't sent it. Thanks.
Love,
Dolores
Hello again! Have you recuperated yet from your loss of sleep? I think I have.
I'm so tired and stiff tonight. Know why? You'll never guess, so I'll tell you. Mother took advantage of my day off. While she was busy washing in the basement, I made starch for her. It's the first time I ever did it. Does that seem funny to you? Then this afternoon while she was ironing she asked me if I'd like to make noodles or would I rather iron. I decided to try my luck at noodles. It was the first time for that too. (Boy, am I getting domestic?) Homemade noodles with chicken are sure good though, aren't they? Well, I went to work with eggs, salt, milk and flour and produced some very presentable noodles (with a little help from mother, I must confess). At least everyone ate them and as yet haven't complained. I wouldn't want you to think that this is what made me so tired although it helped a little. Besides doing some washing and a little housecleaning and going to the grocery, I ironed and that's what got me. I know I'm a sissy, but I'm not used to being on my feet so much. You know I sit at my work. Or did you? Anyway, I guess I'm a “lily” and a “softie”, etc. You are probably laughing at me and I don't blame you much. Mary Evelyn laughed but she had nothing to laugh about. She couldn't have done any better or felt any better for doing it. Please don't think I'm complaining about all this but I thought you might get a “kick” out of it by comparing it to a really hard day's work of yours.
Say, Ted, mother gave me something else to think about today. You remember what you and I talked about and what she and I discussed, don't you? Of course you do. Well, she suggested that by my reaction and outlook so to speak, that you might think I was also referring to your folks. Honestly, Ted, such thoughts never crossed my mind. I meant no reflection whatsoever. Please believe me and again accept my apologies if I have hurt you that way unknowingly. As I've said in a former letter, I believe I've been foolish in my attitude to some extent and I'm trying to think this thing through and decide with a clearer mind. I mean I'm trying to push the cobwebs out of my head. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say. I wish you were here so I could talk to you. That would be so much better, wouldn't it?
Mary Evelyn has gone to a football game with my cousin so there is comparative peace and quiet around here. The game was postponed from Friday and Saturday night because of rain and if it doesn't rain before they're through tonight, I'll be surprised. It started raining today before the clothes all got dry and has been nasty ever since. Have you had such mean weather?
My vacation is over practically and I'm sort of sorry. I've enjoyed it so much. Know why? If you don't, I'm not going to tell you this time.
I'll be looking for a letter tomorrow and don't forget you said you'd answer all of mine. I'll try to keep you busy for a while.
Oh, by the way – have you sent that little “thingamajig” back to Houghton yet? You know what I mean. Don't try to act innocent now. Be sure and let me know how it comes out.
Don't forget that picture if you haven't sent it. Thanks.
Love,
Dolores
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