Category Archives: 40. January 1947

Thursday, January 30, 1947

Feeling like a giant Mickey Mouse balloon with the air leaked out, Dart breathes a sigh for the end of his exams. He doesn’t feel at all confident about them, but at least they are over.

His mother visited Pop at the hospital today. He’s feeling more comfortable and is tiring of all the tests.

It’s been two or three days since Dart’s heard from Dot and he’s getting worried that she have a bad reaction to his letter about the wedding. (Throughout his long answer on that topic, he kept apologizing for saying things that might anger her, but I could never really see anything he wrote that might have brought a negative reaction from his very reasonable fiance. I’m not sure what he’s stewing about, except that stewing seems to come so naturally to him.)

Perhaps her work hours are keeping her from writing?

He misses her and her letters.

Friday, January 31, 1947

My Darling,

I can’t let the month end without telling you how much I love you. Your swell twelve-page letter came today. I’ll answer it more fully at some later time, or at least I’ll try. See – if I’d opened my mouth the first time I’d thought about some of those things, I’d not have had a thing to worry or wonder about.

Mom says that Pop will refuse to wear tails. I wonder.

How, Darling, knowing my situation as to knowledge of marital relations, do you think I get my knowledge? Reading is the only way. I’m always willing to try to learn something more about making our married life more satisfying to both of us, so if you find another copy of that magazine, clip the article and send it to me. I’d appreciate it very much.

I have a great deal of banking to do tomorrow as my check came in and various bills are due. It’s late because we took a long time getting home from the Skyline meeting.  So if you don’t mind, I’ll drop off to sleep deliberately before I do it accidentally. Good night, Dot. May I rub your back?

No letters until February 3. See you then!