A Letter Written on Mar 14, 1965

Sunday, March 14, 10 a.m.

Hi, honeys,

Just a quickie. Daddy is at B'hood B'kfast and will probably come home with the homantaschen I ordered from the Ti's before he goes on downtown for the 12:15 Civil Rights gathering on the steps of the Post Office. I will put the homan. in the freezer so you will have some when you come next week-end. A mason is supposed to come at noon today to look at the bathroom tile and ceilings, etc. I am hoping he will be able to repair and renovate the three bathrooms. Consequently I won't be going down to the public gathering. Did I mention in yesterday's letter that the rabbi spoke about the Selma, Ala., situation and memorialized Rev. Reeb.

Stephen was here for overnight. I had been thinking of asking him for yesterday, and then we saw them at Central Market when we were leaving yesterday afternoon. He was "free" and happy to come. He had dinner with us and we took him along to see How the West Was Won, which we all enjoyed very much. We went to the 7:15 show and were home by 10:15 which was a little past his bedtime, but he didn't seem to mind. He was up readily at 8:15 this morning, had poached egg and toast (likes his egg softer than you do, Lar), and went to Temple with Daddy. Really, each one of those boys is so darling.

Lar, we were looking at records at Fields yesterday, and I saw a Riverside record for the first time. Wasn't that the label you were looking for? It was a Charlie Byrd stereo, basso nova music. Daddy said he didn't think you wanted that kind of music so I didn't buy it, but if you do, I will go back and try to find it again. It was $4.37, I think. What kind of record music do you want - pure jazz? far-out? Let me know.

I picked up some dry cleaning at Kem yesterday - had been there since October! One of the items in the bundle was your narrow gold tie, Lar.

Hy Sahr told me the other night that a charter busload had gone down to New York about two weeks ago to see Barry Kramer play. Hy is probably in NY right now; he was taking a few days to see the tournaments.

Ruth Heath also mentioned to me some days ago that Les was feeling better, but his ankle injury had removed him from the first-string team, and he finished the season on the second string. BJ had been at Dartmouth for their Winter Week-End, and both she and Les had written the Heaths to tell them what a wonderful time they had had.

Judy Cramer was at services Friday night, and I asked her about Jeanine, Sioux Sue. She is married, living in Paris just off the Champs Elysee. Her parents have separated, her mother having gone home to her mother. Her father is still managing the Citroen plant, Judy thinks. She will give us Jeanine's address and will also write her if you are actually going to be in Paris.

Grandma is having the Feigenheimers and Aunt Mildred, Betty, and Herman for dinner today. She invited us, too, but I declined. I had already made tentative arrangements for our joining the Rifkins anyway. I told Grandma when you both were home I wanted her and Max to have dinner here rather than having her fuss over us down there. She can bring the pies!

Be well; work hard. Don't bring too much equipment, etc. home with you.

Love and kisses,
Mother Mommy [Eleanor F. Friedman]