Dear Ted,
Imagine my very pleasant surprise to pull two letters (along with other mail) out of the mailbox this morning. Four in two days. Quite a record for you but I love it – as long as I get one tomorrow. Of course if you got home too late from your hunting trip last night I won't. We'll see. I'm not going to ask you how your hunting excursion turned out. I'll no doubt hear tomorrow or the next day. I know you went because one of your letters was postmarked “Hillsdale”. I'm quite a detective, aren't I? Also the other one was mailed from Battle Creek so I suppose you went through there. Am I right? They were your Saturday and Sunday letters by the way.
You said something in one of your letters about the bus going through Ft. Wayne. I think I told you yesterday that one of them does. I found out today that I would have to change buses there (after an hour's stop for lunch). However, the same bus does not go on to Grand Rapids so I guess the meeting place is Kalamazoo. OK? If you didn't live in such an out-of-the-way place, I might be able to get there sooner. Are you glaring at me? It might be better at that if you did come to Dayton to meet me as you casually suggested in one of your very recent letters. I hope the uncertain marriage of my brother won't have to occur that weekend. We'll soon know. I don't think it will be that soon though.
You said once that maybe I wouldn't be able to stand two sermons from you in one day if you preached for LH when we go over there. Wouldn't I have to bear up under two sermons if we stayed in Allegan? Really, I'm sure I can take it. In fact, I'd love it. So go ahead if you want to. From now on it's up to you. Maybe you have already made up your mind.
Why, oh why, did you buy an alarm clock! I was “bowled over” when you told me about it. Why my dear fellow, you're an alarm clock yourself. Did you actually buy it for the alarm or because it was pretty? Please explain yourself. I told mother and she was as dumbfounded as I. Really, Ted, 7:15 AM is not late. Take it from one who knows.
I went to the funeral today of that young fellow I told you about. His mother especially asked mother to go when we were over there on Sunday and since I was off today I went with her. It was such a sad funeral. His family really took it awfully hard. I felt sorry for them especially since there's no comfort one can give them. They are Lutherans and you know what that means. The preacher had a good sermon and good thought and you can give him credit for preaching to the living instead of dwelling on the deceased. I say his sermon was good but it didn't go gar enough or deep enough. What I mean is his thoughts were good as far as they went. I think you understand what I mean, don't you?
They are reading some of Fibber McGee's old love letters on his program. They're really rare. Did you hear them?
I've had a 2 hour interruption since that last paragraph. Our minister called and asked whether it would be all right if he and wife came out for a “short” (2 hr.) while. Of course we said “yes”. He wanted to talk with us regarding the transfer of our church letters. It was about 9:45 when he called but I dashed upstairs to change my clothes. You see I was in a cotton affair and had those play shoes on and I didn't want them to find me that way. I wasn't exactly ashamed but I didn't feel dignified, so to speak. I know you'll say I shouldn't be wearing clothes that I didn't want the preacher to see but that isn't what I mean. If you ever see the outfit I had on, you'll understand.
Since it is now midnight and I'm coming to the end of the page and I must get up early tomorrow (6:45), I'd better close. Do you agree?
Yours with love,
Dolores
Imagine my very pleasant surprise to pull two letters (along with other mail) out of the mailbox this morning. Four in two days. Quite a record for you but I love it – as long as I get one tomorrow. Of course if you got home too late from your hunting trip last night I won't. We'll see. I'm not going to ask you how your hunting excursion turned out. I'll no doubt hear tomorrow or the next day. I know you went because one of your letters was postmarked “Hillsdale”. I'm quite a detective, aren't I? Also the other one was mailed from Battle Creek so I suppose you went through there. Am I right? They were your Saturday and Sunday letters by the way.
You said something in one of your letters about the bus going through Ft. Wayne. I think I told you yesterday that one of them does. I found out today that I would have to change buses there (after an hour's stop for lunch). However, the same bus does not go on to Grand Rapids so I guess the meeting place is Kalamazoo. OK? If you didn't live in such an out-of-the-way place, I might be able to get there sooner. Are you glaring at me? It might be better at that if you did come to Dayton to meet me as you casually suggested in one of your very recent letters. I hope the uncertain marriage of my brother won't have to occur that weekend. We'll soon know. I don't think it will be that soon though.
You said once that maybe I wouldn't be able to stand two sermons from you in one day if you preached for LH when we go over there. Wouldn't I have to bear up under two sermons if we stayed in Allegan? Really, I'm sure I can take it. In fact, I'd love it. So go ahead if you want to. From now on it's up to you. Maybe you have already made up your mind.
Why, oh why, did you buy an alarm clock! I was “bowled over” when you told me about it. Why my dear fellow, you're an alarm clock yourself. Did you actually buy it for the alarm or because it was pretty? Please explain yourself. I told mother and she was as dumbfounded as I. Really, Ted, 7:15 AM is not late. Take it from one who knows.
I went to the funeral today of that young fellow I told you about. His mother especially asked mother to go when we were over there on Sunday and since I was off today I went with her. It was such a sad funeral. His family really took it awfully hard. I felt sorry for them especially since there's no comfort one can give them. They are Lutherans and you know what that means. The preacher had a good sermon and good thought and you can give him credit for preaching to the living instead of dwelling on the deceased. I say his sermon was good but it didn't go gar enough or deep enough. What I mean is his thoughts were good as far as they went. I think you understand what I mean, don't you?
They are reading some of Fibber McGee's old love letters on his program. They're really rare. Did you hear them?
I've had a 2 hour interruption since that last paragraph. Our minister called and asked whether it would be all right if he and wife came out for a “short” (2 hr.) while. Of course we said “yes”. He wanted to talk with us regarding the transfer of our church letters. It was about 9:45 when he called but I dashed upstairs to change my clothes. You see I was in a cotton affair and had those play shoes on and I didn't want them to find me that way. I wasn't exactly ashamed but I didn't feel dignified, so to speak. I know you'll say I shouldn't be wearing clothes that I didn't want the preacher to see but that isn't what I mean. If you ever see the outfit I had on, you'll understand.
Since it is now midnight and I'm coming to the end of the page and I must get up early tomorrow (6:45), I'd better close. Do you agree?
Yours with love,
Dolores
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