Dear Dolores:
Would you venture to guess what time it is? I doubt if you would even come close. It is now exactly 1:25. You will wonder, of course, why I am up at such an unearthly hour. It isn't that I just haven't gone to bed yet. I suppose I must explain, so here goes!
As I had written you of my plans you will know that I spent yesterday (Monday) hunting with LH. After eating supper with the Mayfields I began my journey homeward, stopping to see my mother on the way. At 10:30 in the evening I had my mind all made up to stay there over night, in fact I even had my shoes off ready to go to bed. Then, I changed my mind again. Could you guess what influenced me? It was the letter that I was sure was waiting for here. After 10:30 I started out on nearly a hundred mile trip – alone – tired and worn from the day's hunting trip and having had only 3 ½ hours sleep the night before. Now do you believe me when I say I look forward to your letters with great anticipation? You should. I made the trip OK, but I got so sleepy that I had to stop once and “nap” beside the road. Several times the guard-rail came awfully close to the car. That's what happens with sleepy drivers. But, I arrived and found the letter waiting.
You wouldn't expect me to give a detailed account of the day would you, Hun? Especially when I'm so much in need of sleep. It goes without saying that I had a “swell” time. LH got one pheasant and I got three rabbits. Both of us missed several pheasants, but it was fun just shooting “at” them.
When I was ready to leave the Mayfields, what do you think happened? I was given a kiss from a very sweet girl and her name is Dolores. That was a real send off – but it would have been far better if it had been from another Dolores I know. Guess who? No kidding, I believe that Mayfield baby is the sweetest child I have ever known. And why not? Look at her name-sake. That is reason enough. I wanted to bring her home with me and I believe she would have come but her parents objected. Strange, isn't it?
This will at least take the place of a letter, I hope??? Even though I recognize that it is a feeble attempt. There is much more I could write, but you know the reason why I don't. Very soon it will be time to get up.
With Love,
Ted
Would you venture to guess what time it is? I doubt if you would even come close. It is now exactly 1:25. You will wonder, of course, why I am up at such an unearthly hour. It isn't that I just haven't gone to bed yet. I suppose I must explain, so here goes!
As I had written you of my plans you will know that I spent yesterday (Monday) hunting with LH. After eating supper with the Mayfields I began my journey homeward, stopping to see my mother on the way. At 10:30 in the evening I had my mind all made up to stay there over night, in fact I even had my shoes off ready to go to bed. Then, I changed my mind again. Could you guess what influenced me? It was the letter that I was sure was waiting for here. After 10:30 I started out on nearly a hundred mile trip – alone – tired and worn from the day's hunting trip and having had only 3 ½ hours sleep the night before. Now do you believe me when I say I look forward to your letters with great anticipation? You should. I made the trip OK, but I got so sleepy that I had to stop once and “nap” beside the road. Several times the guard-rail came awfully close to the car. That's what happens with sleepy drivers. But, I arrived and found the letter waiting.
You wouldn't expect me to give a detailed account of the day would you, Hun? Especially when I'm so much in need of sleep. It goes without saying that I had a “swell” time. LH got one pheasant and I got three rabbits. Both of us missed several pheasants, but it was fun just shooting “at” them.
When I was ready to leave the Mayfields, what do you think happened? I was given a kiss from a very sweet girl and her name is Dolores. That was a real send off – but it would have been far better if it had been from another Dolores I know. Guess who? No kidding, I believe that Mayfield baby is the sweetest child I have ever known. And why not? Look at her name-sake. That is reason enough. I wanted to bring her home with me and I believe she would have come but her parents objected. Strange, isn't it?
This will at least take the place of a letter, I hope??? Even though I recognize that it is a feeble attempt. There is much more I could write, but you know the reason why I don't. Very soon it will be time to get up.
With Love,
Ted
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