"Well,
let's get the big news off first. This
family is increasing by leaps and bounds.
One more and it will have doubled in the last few months. Daddy and Marjorie Carey are engaged! However, since I had been expecting it ever
since she got here, I'm not greatly surprised....
"Yesterday
she drove out with him to get me at Camp Carlisle....On the way home, they
talked like people do who are pretty interested in each other. In fact, I felt like a fifth wheel very
often, so pretended to go to sleep in the back seat. They look very nice
together. She's old enough not to look like a giddy girl, and yet nice-looking
enough not to look middle-aged. (Which
she is, I guess) She's forty today--life
begins at forty, they say. He said he stayed long enough last night to wish her
a Happy Birthday, and today he sent her a dozen roses and gave her a big
handsome picture (ah-hem!) and took her to Wichita for dinner."
--Letter
from my mother, Hutchinson, Kans., to my father, U.S.S. McCard, Thursday, July
31, 1947. My grandmother, Wilma Dorth Murray, had died in 1943.
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