"Honey,
"In
a few minutes another month of our long nine-month engagement period will have
vanished into the past.. November... December.. January... then you'll be Mrs.
Brown. The radio orchestra is playing
'It's a Long, Long Way from May to September.'
But it's a longer time from April to January--especially when you live
alone--200 miles (by bus) from the girl of importance.
"Pranksters
are running rampant in the streets of Protection. Earlier the 8 & 9 yr olds--masked as
hobglobins--knocked to demand 'Trick or treat' when Mrs. Sanders opened the
door. An apple was enough to send each
of the 11 would-be Halloweeners on their respective ways. After the younger set had finished the more
destructive high school group got into action.
When I walked home an hour ago or so, a car was on its side near the
Socony service station."
--Letter
from my father, Protection, Kans., to my mother, Winfield, Kans., Friday, October
31, 1947, evening.
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