Dear Dolores:
Look, Hun, do I have the proper heading on this letter? This must be Wednesday night because I just came home from prayer meeting a while ago. Really, I didn't know I made such a mistake last week. I will admit that I was “quite” tired last Thursday night but I didn't realize I had gotten mixed up on my days. You have forgiven me, haven't you?
The last two letters I have written you were hastily written and I neglected to mention something that I really intended to write. Since I finally got caught up on my sleep (partly, at least) I will attempt to do better this time. Last night I slept nearly nine hours. I should be caught up, shouldn't I?
I was sorry to hear that Uncle Sam thinks he needs your brother in training camp. My sympathy is extended to your mother. She will certainly be making her contribution to the defense program with three sons in training. Perhaps I could go for Hordy. I thought last winter I might be drafted, and I would have been had it not been for my theological training and intentions to take pastoral work this fall. It isn't fair for the government to take your mother's last son and exempt “worthless” preachers, is it?
Tomorrow is our Sunday School convention at Grand Rapids. I expect to be there most all day. This isn't the Pittsford district, but LH will be there because he is on the program. I asked him to come down after the service tomorrow evening and spend the night with me. It would be quite a trip to drive from Grand Rapids to Pittsford. I am hoping he will come but I doubt very much if he does. Could you guess why? His darling wife wants him to come home, and I think he will want to go home to be with his wife and daughter. I wouldn't blame him at all. If I had as nice a wife and daughter as he has, I would never want to leave home – at least not without taking them along. Those are my honest sentiments.
Now to go to the other extreme so far as family life is concerned. I had a rather strange experience yesterday, but I guess it is all in a preacher's life. A man with whom I was working out in the field discovered I was a minster and began talking about his family troubles – and he surely has plenty. Before he was finished he just poured out his heart and told me everything. The strange part of it was that I didn't have to ask any questions. He volunteered all the information. He has quite a tragic story. They have a family four small children, and there has been illness in the family, and his wife has left him alone with the children several times. Right now they are back together. It's a long story. I couldn't give you all the details. As soon as I can find time I want to call there and make some effort to establish happiness in the home. I'm not sure what success I will have. The least I can do is try.
I was happy to hear that you are making definite plans to come out the weekend of November 1st. And you want me to help you decide what bus you should take. That is rather difficult for me to do because I am selfish enough to want you to come as soon as you can. Really I would like it very much if you could get here fairly early Saturday, but I wouldn't be so unfair as to ask you to take the bus from Dayton at 3:05 in the morning and spend all that extra time traveling just on my account. It would be a much easier trip for you to take the 8:45 bus, wouldn't it Dolores? You do whichever way you prefer. If you didn't arrive in Kalamazoo until 4:55 PM that wouldn't give us much time out here. I shall be glad to meet you anytime of day or night. If you find that other arrangement can be made, be sure to let me know. I suppose I'm not helping you much to decide am I? Really, I'm sorry.
All the evening it has been raining quite hard here and it is still going strong. This'll be a good night to sleep I'm thinking. I am nearly there now, so, Good Night!
Love,
Your Ted
(The “pest” from Michigan... I like punishment too!)
Look, Hun, do I have the proper heading on this letter? This must be Wednesday night because I just came home from prayer meeting a while ago. Really, I didn't know I made such a mistake last week. I will admit that I was “quite” tired last Thursday night but I didn't realize I had gotten mixed up on my days. You have forgiven me, haven't you?
The last two letters I have written you were hastily written and I neglected to mention something that I really intended to write. Since I finally got caught up on my sleep (partly, at least) I will attempt to do better this time. Last night I slept nearly nine hours. I should be caught up, shouldn't I?
I was sorry to hear that Uncle Sam thinks he needs your brother in training camp. My sympathy is extended to your mother. She will certainly be making her contribution to the defense program with three sons in training. Perhaps I could go for Hordy. I thought last winter I might be drafted, and I would have been had it not been for my theological training and intentions to take pastoral work this fall. It isn't fair for the government to take your mother's last son and exempt “worthless” preachers, is it?
Tomorrow is our Sunday School convention at Grand Rapids. I expect to be there most all day. This isn't the Pittsford district, but LH will be there because he is on the program. I asked him to come down after the service tomorrow evening and spend the night with me. It would be quite a trip to drive from Grand Rapids to Pittsford. I am hoping he will come but I doubt very much if he does. Could you guess why? His darling wife wants him to come home, and I think he will want to go home to be with his wife and daughter. I wouldn't blame him at all. If I had as nice a wife and daughter as he has, I would never want to leave home – at least not without taking them along. Those are my honest sentiments.
Now to go to the other extreme so far as family life is concerned. I had a rather strange experience yesterday, but I guess it is all in a preacher's life. A man with whom I was working out in the field discovered I was a minster and began talking about his family troubles – and he surely has plenty. Before he was finished he just poured out his heart and told me everything. The strange part of it was that I didn't have to ask any questions. He volunteered all the information. He has quite a tragic story. They have a family four small children, and there has been illness in the family, and his wife has left him alone with the children several times. Right now they are back together. It's a long story. I couldn't give you all the details. As soon as I can find time I want to call there and make some effort to establish happiness in the home. I'm not sure what success I will have. The least I can do is try.
I was happy to hear that you are making definite plans to come out the weekend of November 1st. And you want me to help you decide what bus you should take. That is rather difficult for me to do because I am selfish enough to want you to come as soon as you can. Really I would like it very much if you could get here fairly early Saturday, but I wouldn't be so unfair as to ask you to take the bus from Dayton at 3:05 in the morning and spend all that extra time traveling just on my account. It would be a much easier trip for you to take the 8:45 bus, wouldn't it Dolores? You do whichever way you prefer. If you didn't arrive in Kalamazoo until 4:55 PM that wouldn't give us much time out here. I shall be glad to meet you anytime of day or night. If you find that other arrangement can be made, be sure to let me know. I suppose I'm not helping you much to decide am I? Really, I'm sorry.
All the evening it has been raining quite hard here and it is still going strong. This'll be a good night to sleep I'm thinking. I am nearly there now, so, Good Night!
Love,
Your Ted
(The “pest” from Michigan... I like punishment too!)
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