"This
is probably the wrong time to write you, but the time when I always feel like
writing a nice long letter--when I'm a little blue. Here it is New Year's Eve--just about to
begin the year that will be mostly married life for us, and I should be busily
celebrating, but I'd much rather go to bed and am being kept up only by the
fact that there is a Sunday School party in progress upstairs....
"Now,
slightly more cheerful, but also more sleepy, it's 1948--the year in which we
will be married. I do long for the time
when I will always have you to keep me on an even keel, for I get all fouled up
like this too often."
--Second
letter from my mother, Hutchinson, Kans., to my father, Protection, Kans.,
Wednesday, December 31, 1947.
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