Dear Ted,
I'm all sung out. After prayer meeting tonight, (which, by the way, was very good and quite well attended) they asked me to practice with the octet – which I did. They are practicing for our Homecoming (or Rally Day) on November 2nd. They know I probably won't be there but they wanted me to sing tonight anyway – I guess to get used to it so I can sing with them later. They seem to want me to, so the least I can do is to do my best. It's no longer an “octet” though. There are 11 or 12 so that makes it a young chorus. It's a lot of fun. I like to sing. Tomorrow night I am to go and practice with the same 4 that I told you about last week. My! I'm a busy young lady. Please don't get the idea that I think I'm good or that I have a wonderful voice. I don't. As I said before, I just like to sing.
I'm happy to hear about the nice time you had with the Mayfields on Monday. And I'm glad you didn't make a couple hundred mile trip for nothing. You know what I mean, don't you? A trip that large deserves 3 rabbits. I'll forgive you this time. What I can't see is going out in your own garden and shooting a “pet” - practically. Didn't you have any remorse of feeling whatsoever? I suppose you didn't – being so “hard-hearted”. You're not hard-hearted when it comes to the young ladies though, are you? Don't ever let me hear of you flirting with such young ones again. You must remember you are supposed to be grown up now. You wouldn't “rob the cradle”, would you? Of course I can't blame you too much. Dolores Jean is awfully sweet. I love her myself. Just you be careful. Understand? This is your old grandma giving you this wonderful advice. Aren't you glad for it?
I want you to know that I really appreciate what you did Monday night. I'm serious now, too. I feel flattered that anyone as swell as you thinks that much of me. And let me say here that I think quite a bit of you too. (I may tell you some time how much).
Mother is sitting across the table from me writing to her “other son” who is in the Army Air Corps and stationed in Hawaii. I told you about him, didn't I? Mary Evelyn is sitting at the end of the table counting her latest accumulation of new nickels. She's saving them for Christmas. She has saved nearly $12 worth since May. Not bad, eh? Before she counted her money, she was figuring out her pay check. She has been working a lot of overtime and will continue to do so until after election on Nov. 4th. She gets time and a half for overtime so her pay check will be quite a bit fatter this week. So much work is rather hard on her though. She loses her sweet (?) disposition and it tells on her nerves. Fortunately, it will be for only 2 weeks longer.
It's way past my bedtime again. I wonder if I'll ever get to bed at a decent hour again very soon. Maybe Friday – unless something else pops up. I hope not. If it doesn't, I vow right now I'm going to bed early – and I do mean early. You wait and see.
Father stirred the fire up and it's really warm in our house right now. That doesn't help keep my eyes open either. Since I don't have any toothpicks handy to prop them open, I'm going to give in and “toddle” off to my most inviting bed. Until tomorrow then -
Love,
Dolores
P.S. Please forgive me if I've kidded you too much about the your hunting. I think you know I don't mean it all, don't you?
I'm all sung out. After prayer meeting tonight, (which, by the way, was very good and quite well attended) they asked me to practice with the octet – which I did. They are practicing for our Homecoming (or Rally Day) on November 2nd. They know I probably won't be there but they wanted me to sing tonight anyway – I guess to get used to it so I can sing with them later. They seem to want me to, so the least I can do is to do my best. It's no longer an “octet” though. There are 11 or 12 so that makes it a young chorus. It's a lot of fun. I like to sing. Tomorrow night I am to go and practice with the same 4 that I told you about last week. My! I'm a busy young lady. Please don't get the idea that I think I'm good or that I have a wonderful voice. I don't. As I said before, I just like to sing.
I'm happy to hear about the nice time you had with the Mayfields on Monday. And I'm glad you didn't make a couple hundred mile trip for nothing. You know what I mean, don't you? A trip that large deserves 3 rabbits. I'll forgive you this time. What I can't see is going out in your own garden and shooting a “pet” - practically. Didn't you have any remorse of feeling whatsoever? I suppose you didn't – being so “hard-hearted”. You're not hard-hearted when it comes to the young ladies though, are you? Don't ever let me hear of you flirting with such young ones again. You must remember you are supposed to be grown up now. You wouldn't “rob the cradle”, would you? Of course I can't blame you too much. Dolores Jean is awfully sweet. I love her myself. Just you be careful. Understand? This is your old grandma giving you this wonderful advice. Aren't you glad for it?
I want you to know that I really appreciate what you did Monday night. I'm serious now, too. I feel flattered that anyone as swell as you thinks that much of me. And let me say here that I think quite a bit of you too. (I may tell you some time how much).
Mother is sitting across the table from me writing to her “other son” who is in the Army Air Corps and stationed in Hawaii. I told you about him, didn't I? Mary Evelyn is sitting at the end of the table counting her latest accumulation of new nickels. She's saving them for Christmas. She has saved nearly $12 worth since May. Not bad, eh? Before she counted her money, she was figuring out her pay check. She has been working a lot of overtime and will continue to do so until after election on Nov. 4th. She gets time and a half for overtime so her pay check will be quite a bit fatter this week. So much work is rather hard on her though. She loses her sweet (?) disposition and it tells on her nerves. Fortunately, it will be for only 2 weeks longer.
It's way past my bedtime again. I wonder if I'll ever get to bed at a decent hour again very soon. Maybe Friday – unless something else pops up. I hope not. If it doesn't, I vow right now I'm going to bed early – and I do mean early. You wait and see.
Father stirred the fire up and it's really warm in our house right now. That doesn't help keep my eyes open either. Since I don't have any toothpicks handy to prop them open, I'm going to give in and “toddle” off to my most inviting bed. Until tomorrow then -
Love,
Dolores
P.S. Please forgive me if I've kidded you too much about the your hunting. I think you know I don't mean it all, don't you?
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