"After
[play] practice the entire group headed downtown. We stopped at the Mecca Cafe for refreshments
before heading for home. Jimmy Lindsay
accompanied me to the house when I mentioned that my phonograph wasn't working
as well as it should. He is an
electrician of sorts. After studying the
wiring he promptly put a wire with a condenser on it in the right place. Now my tone control works again. Apparently he's a genius on that sort of
thing. Next year he plans to go to
Southwestern College. Of course, he'll
be working his way through to a certain extent. I told him I'd be on the
lookout for job possibilities, if I am around the college later in the year....
"Perhaps
I am a poet if lack of organization is the trademark. Dreaming adds a lot to life--even though they
may never come true. I like to dream.
Quite often it's nicer to dream or read an airy novel than it is to buckle down
to life's realities e.g. picking up newspapers or washing skillets. So far you character analysis is
correct. When it comes to organization
in my studies I'm not so sure. I like to
make a schedule when i can keep up with it.
In many cases, however, I'm so overloaded that there is no possibility
of that. Then I simply drift along doing
as much as I can with no definite plan.
That's the way I am now out here in Protection. You're the mathematician who planned for
every minute of your days. When you come
to Protection, I'm sure that your preciseness will be a good influence on
me. Perhaps we do complement each other. But we definitely aren't poles apart on the
matter. Infact we are alike in many
ways--in spite of the old saying that opposites attract."
--Letter
from my father, Protection, Kans., to my mother, Winfield, Kans., Wednesday, October
29, 1947, evening. Two typos per original typewritten letter.
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