Dear Ted,
I’m beginning to feel my late hours and lack of sleep more and more. My back aches and my eyes even hurt they’re so tired. I must be sure and do my best to get to bed early as many nights as possible next week in order to get rested up and prepared for the weekend. If I do that, we can stay up as long as want to - providing you get “slept up” ahead too. How will that be? (Don’t take me too literally.)
The “kids” had quite a time when they went to apply for their license this morning. Jeanette is of course under age and we thought just her mother would be okay to sign for her, but they asked for her dad. After some “quibbling” they finally gave it to them, provided her dad can get down on next Saturday or goes to the marriage license clerk in Detroit and has a special form filled out. So up to now, everything is going along fine.
This afternoon the Detroit folks went to Cincinnati to visit Mrs. Grueneberg’s other daughter and they took mother along. That meant that father and us girls had to shift for ourselves for supper. Mother sort of hated to run off and leave us (or so she said) so she suggested that father take us out to eat. We didn’t object of course, so accordingly he met us after we all were off work and we went to the nicest place. I had the best vegetable soup I ever ate outside of what mother (and I) make. The funny part is that they got home shortly after we did. So we all had a nice time.
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| This is my best guess at the type of car the Simpson family may have purchased in 1941 |
A few minutes after we got home, father started to the grocery after the groceries mother had ordered. Lo and behold! The car refused to start. We had plenty of gas and everything was running perfectly when we came home from town but it wouldn’t even sputter or anything. We were parked going down hill so Mary and I started pushing. More fun (?). When we got halfway down the street, along comes Hordy and the folks with the De Soto. Well, we pushed the old Ford for blocks and still she wouldn’t give so we pushed her home. Hordy and father have been working on it, but they couldn’t find the difficulty and have finally given up. We are not worrying too much because guess what - we’re going to get a new car very shortly. Isn’t that grand? The only thing we need to worry about is to get “Lizzie” in running condition to take in for appraisal and trade-in. The fellow who is maneuvering the sale for us wants our Ford on Monday because he things he can get our new one then. We’re tickled pink. By the way - guess what kind of a care we’re getting? Yes sir, a Chevrolet! It’s a beige coach. Mary Evelyn wasn’t here when our “agent” told us he had it (he’s been trying to get us one for some time) so we decided to keep it a secret from her and surprise her. I’ll be we’ll have a lot of fun with her when she finds out. She’s been wanting a new car so long. So have we all, as far as that goes.
Ted, you really ought to be here tomorrow. You know what I smell? Chicken! 2 of them. They’re getting their preliminary cooking tonight and the odor floats pleasantly out in the atmosphere. I’m hungry already. You know I have to admit that when I work, my appetite is much better than when I loaf around. Strange, isn’t it?
I’m glad to hear that you are no longer going to loaf. You must be kind of tired just sitting around doing nothing. All kidding aside though, I think it will be nice for you to clerk in the store if they still want you. Good luck to you. And I think it would be good experience for you if you should decide to take that revival meeting. If they will consent to your starting the 4th or 5th, I will consent to it. I know - just who do I think I am? Naturally, you’ll go ahead and do as you think best regardless of me and that’s exactly what you should do. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
In a week I’ll be with. Then we can talk and talk. Won’t that be nice? I’ll save some things to tell you until then so good-night for now.
Love,
Dolores
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