230 Portsea Street
New Haven, Conn.
My own dear little girl;--
Your welcome letter arrived this afternoon and we read it and then at suppertime we read it out loud. It is such a comfort, and it contained such loads of mews [sic], and humorous things. I was too tired to eat my supper -- had rehearsed all afternoon for Thursday night. Am enclosing the notice. It had been given to the papers that Papa was to lecture on India -- somebody blundered -- so Papa corrected it and the correction will be in the papers to-morrow.
I am delighted that you will be able to get off before 4 P.M. I will fix the turkey on Tuesday and put it in the General Electric. Then I will drive up with Papa on Wednesday (God willing). Thursday, Papa and you and I (if you are not too tired) will go to Service for an hour and then we will have the Thanksgiving Spread. Don't you think that is a good plan?
I gave up my work in the Operetta. Too many rehearsals and one all Tuesday afternoon, the 22nd. I could not do it so I handed in my book and told them I would be glad to help when it didn't take so many rehearsals.
You know that June doesn't seem such a hopeless distance away -- I am beginning to look forward to the Summer. Something I have never done before Summer has never had charms but this year, it will, even at 110 in the shade.
I forgot to tell you we also studied the Thermometer in Physics. That was interesting. My accompanist is married and has two lovely boys about five and six. They came for their mother, from school. They thought that Brownie was lovely and chased him up and down the stairs and in and out of the kitchen until the poor cat was exhausted. In utter despair, he went under the dining-room table folded his paws and just growled. The boys said, "He is growling just like a lion" and he was. I never heard anything more ominous. I could hear him in the parlour -- sounded like an earthquake.
They took up Andy and she was as sweet as you would like to have her and they had chased her but she didn't seem to mind it. Cats are funny when they are not used to children.
Papa is teaching Old Testament to-night. It is the last night of the school. He has over twenty in his class -- nearly all school-teachers. It has been very successful. I telephoned to Mrs. Atwood to-night and Dud is a trifle better but that is all but they say that any improvement is good news. I have never had any experience with a fractured skull. The lady that was going to read from Hiawatha just phoned me. She may not be able to read. The son of Mr. Evans, the director of all the music in the schools in Waterbury, was a student in Dartmouth and was killed in an automobile accident on Saturday. This boy was like their own son and she was so brokenup that she can not tell about her part of the program. Her mother has gone up to Dartmouth with the boy's mother. They say that in this case the boys had not been drinking. Just reckless. I will enclose clipping.
I am getting as bad as Aunt Lissa used to be with her clippings. I guess it is a sign of old age. I am also enclosing a check in payment of your bill for paper and books etc. [no longer with the letter] Papa is sending to-morrow the check for this months tuition.
Just heard Jimmy Fidler over WABC (fine reception). He says that it is rumored that Annabel and Tyrone Powers are to be married. Also that James Roosevelt is flying to Washington to resign his post with his father and to take a fine job in Hollywood. He had his picture taken at a football game in Cal. He had his nurse with him. I was disgusted. After all the Cushing girl had gone through. I imagine that picture will be the last straw.
Papa is going to New York to-morrow to see about the grabs and the Bibles etc. for the fair. I have decided not to sell anything at the fair. I am conserving my strength. I am getting so stout that Dr. Reade says I have gained all that I lost. I feel fine. Still take the medicine but in reduced doses. They had a spelling bee in Derby and all the spellers went down on the word "Flannelet" but one from our church. That was a sticker. It was not a regular bee -- just lasted for about five minutes. I will close now% [sic] Papa will mail this to-morrow.
Lots and lots of love .
Mamma.
Nov. 15, 1938
