Dear Dolores:
I am taking just a few minutes before the evening service to write you since I plan to “head south” right after the benediction has been said – or at least soon after. How I wish I was going as far south as Dayton! Really, I would like to, but you will be working, no doubt, on Monday so I better wait until a later date, had I not. I will go to my uncle's at Hillsdale tonight and from there to Pittsford “early” in the morning where LH and I will tramp through the fields in search of wild game. It's going to be fun! Here's hoping I don't miss as many shots as I did last Wednesday.
It has been a lovely day here, no rain for a change. I was invited out for dinner as usual with a family from the church. The dinner was fine – to say the least. I'll not be so “cruel” as to describe the delicious food we had as you did in writing of the refreshments you served for your Sunday School class party. Seriously, though, I really don't think you are cruel, but I will have to admit that I did feel rather hungry after reading your letter.
After the dinner was finished the daughter began to moan because of the dishes that were to be washed. I offered my services to wash the dishes if she would dry them. She immediately accepted my offer, so between us the dishes were soon washed and dried, however, I had them piled up so far ahead of her that I had to help dry them. I guess she was quite surprised to find I could operate so gracefully (really, I'm not meaning to boast) with my hands in the dish-pan. When the dishes were finished, which was 3:30, I came home and have spent the remainder of the time studying, reading, and writing. Oh, yes, I have also listened to the radio. You will readily see that I haven't had my Sunday afternoon nap. I think I can get along very without it since I went to bed fairly early (9:30) last evening and didn't get up too early this morning.
It might be late when I return tomorrow night but if I am able to keep awake, I promised to write – even if it is only a few lines. That's the least I can do for you, Hun. I would like to do more if I could. You deserve a lot more. If I send my love, will that help? It is all for you, Dolores,
From,
Ted
I am taking just a few minutes before the evening service to write you since I plan to “head south” right after the benediction has been said – or at least soon after. How I wish I was going as far south as Dayton! Really, I would like to, but you will be working, no doubt, on Monday so I better wait until a later date, had I not. I will go to my uncle's at Hillsdale tonight and from there to Pittsford “early” in the morning where LH and I will tramp through the fields in search of wild game. It's going to be fun! Here's hoping I don't miss as many shots as I did last Wednesday.
It has been a lovely day here, no rain for a change. I was invited out for dinner as usual with a family from the church. The dinner was fine – to say the least. I'll not be so “cruel” as to describe the delicious food we had as you did in writing of the refreshments you served for your Sunday School class party. Seriously, though, I really don't think you are cruel, but I will have to admit that I did feel rather hungry after reading your letter.
After the dinner was finished the daughter began to moan because of the dishes that were to be washed. I offered my services to wash the dishes if she would dry them. She immediately accepted my offer, so between us the dishes were soon washed and dried, however, I had them piled up so far ahead of her that I had to help dry them. I guess she was quite surprised to find I could operate so gracefully (really, I'm not meaning to boast) with my hands in the dish-pan. When the dishes were finished, which was 3:30, I came home and have spent the remainder of the time studying, reading, and writing. Oh, yes, I have also listened to the radio. You will readily see that I haven't had my Sunday afternoon nap. I think I can get along very without it since I went to bed fairly early (9:30) last evening and didn't get up too early this morning.
It might be late when I return tomorrow night but if I am able to keep awake, I promised to write – even if it is only a few lines. That's the least I can do for you, Hun. I would like to do more if I could. You deserve a lot more. If I send my love, will that help? It is all for you, Dolores,
From,
Ted
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