Dear Mother and Dad,
I want to tell you what this room looks like before anybody moves, so I will tell you now. There are five fellows including myself. We have been reading funny books and funny papers since nine-thirty this morning. Nelson is sitting in his shorts with a cigarette in one hand and a Superman comic book in the other. The twins are sitting on my bed and Buddy--Buddy is the fellow who is living with Nelson and I now--is laying in his bed reading the Phantom comic book. Nelson's radio is going and now the boys are starting to move Nelson is getting ready for the shower, one of the twins just threw a comic book down and said: "it's hard to believe", the other twin is changing the radio, and buddy is getting dressed.
I wrote all that to try to get into a writing mood. I hope it worked.
That new suit of yours sounds like a honey Louis. What do you get mama? You can't go with a dude unless your as well dressed.
The twins sent for their ski clothes about a month ago and they arrived last Thursday. They both proudly brought them in and showed them to Nelson and I. I thought I was going to break out into uproarious laughter when I first saw them but I restrained myself. Their pants are dark blue, heavy woolen fabric, with heavy rubber bands around the bottom. They are built for cut on the order of a two year old's snow suit. Their jackets are of the same material with rubber bands around the waist to keep the snow from getting under the jacket. All total, their ski suits are the most cumbersome suits I have ever seen. And to top it all off, they told me they had some band new strand skis. Stramd skis are flat tops, made of white pine--about as durable as snow itself. When they left the room Nelson and I almost ruptured our vocal cords laughing. They came back and suspiciously ask us what was so funny--I told them Nelson just told me a joke.
Well, everyone in the house wants to go eat and I am not going to argue with them. I will complete my letter on a full stomach.
Back again. Now the boys are all back in the room. We are listening to Jack Benny. When the program ends we are going to a picture show. Then I will mail this letter. There re4ally isn't any news. You probably read about the earthquake and the P-38 that crashed--as I did--am having a lot of fun and still trying to get a lot done. Hmm a poet.
Love, Tom
P.S. Sorry I can't make it home for this Thanksgiving. Have a good time and don't eat to much . As usual, am late mailing my mail.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Letter 27, November 11, 1941
Dear Mother and Dad,
Sorry I haven't written sooner. Have been planning to write for the past three or four days, but something always comes up. I set a dead-line for doing this and doing that and today is the dead-line for my writing home.
Your letters were both swell. You both gave me so much good old solid advice and encouragement that I look upon everything with that never say no (or die) attitude. Have got another ambition now. If I can settle my transportation problem I am going to take a course in writing of some kind in one of the colleges next quarter. If I could go to school for an hour or so each day, right after I get off work, it would round out my day perfectly, and wouldn't press me to much for time.
I guess you have read about the soldiers being in L.A. for the weekend. They have come from all the coast camps. We went down town to a show Sat. night and every other person was or were three soldiers. Reads like I am trying to say everything in one sentence. Looked mighty good to see them take over. To anyone not knowing the state of affairs today, this city would have appeared to be a city made up of soldiers and sailors. All total, though, it even gave a young buck like me a feeling of security. We discussed this country's growing defense, walked into Persian Square--the U.S.O. center of L.A. --wholeheartedly contributed to the cause. Bought a couple of soldiers a drink, ask them if they knew Lefsay, Harris or some of the boys, and then went to the show. When we got out the soldiers were just getting a good grip on the night-life of the city. We saw a soldier and a sailor walking down the street arm in arm--rather, supporting each other--got a sandwich at a drive-in-stand, and then came home.
I worked on my course yesterday from the time I got up until I went to work. I made my first layouts--complete--and reviewed the highlights of the course from the very beginning. Tonight I am going to try to get in another lesson, and then write a theme on something. Think I will describe my desk and then send it home to you---I'll send my description of it, too. Got another lesson back the other day and am so pleased with it that I am going to send home the letter that they sent with it. It is the most encouraging letter they have sent yet. Now I'm bragging! Don't forget, I want my letter back--I am going to frame it.
I got a letter from Louise the other day. She seems very happy, and it seems that I owe her a letter, so I am going to write it now and then mail it with yours on my usual after dinner walk. Love, Tom
Sorry I haven't written sooner. Have been planning to write for the past three or four days, but something always comes up. I set a dead-line for doing this and doing that and today is the dead-line for my writing home.
Your letters were both swell. You both gave me so much good old solid advice and encouragement that I look upon everything with that never say no (or die) attitude. Have got another ambition now. If I can settle my transportation problem I am going to take a course in writing of some kind in one of the colleges next quarter. If I could go to school for an hour or so each day, right after I get off work, it would round out my day perfectly, and wouldn't press me to much for time.
I guess you have read about the soldiers being in L.A. for the weekend. They have come from all the coast camps. We went down town to a show Sat. night and every other person was or were three soldiers. Reads like I am trying to say everything in one sentence. Looked mighty good to see them take over. To anyone not knowing the state of affairs today, this city would have appeared to be a city made up of soldiers and sailors. All total, though, it even gave a young buck like me a feeling of security. We discussed this country's growing defense, walked into Persian Square--the U.S.O. center of L.A. --wholeheartedly contributed to the cause. Bought a couple of soldiers a drink, ask them if they knew Lefsay, Harris or some of the boys, and then went to the show. When we got out the soldiers were just getting a good grip on the night-life of the city. We saw a soldier and a sailor walking down the street arm in arm--rather, supporting each other--got a sandwich at a drive-in-stand, and then came home.
I worked on my course yesterday from the time I got up until I went to work. I made my first layouts--complete--and reviewed the highlights of the course from the very beginning. Tonight I am going to try to get in another lesson, and then write a theme on something. Think I will describe my desk and then send it home to you---I'll send my description of it, too. Got another lesson back the other day and am so pleased with it that I am going to send home the letter that they sent with it. It is the most encouraging letter they have sent yet. Now I'm bragging! Don't forget, I want my letter back--I am going to frame it.
I got a letter from Louise the other day. She seems very happy, and it seems that I owe her a letter, so I am going to write it now and then mail it with yours on my usual after dinner walk. Love, Tom
Letter 26, Halloween, 1941
Dear Mother and Dad,
Celebration over for this little "graveyard-er". Due to my "Topsy turvy" routine of living I did my celebrating this morning. I will tell you about it, but it's apt to be a little "shady" in parts, so, you will just have to excuse it.
This morning when I got home from work I found one of the twins sitting on the "throne" apparently in distress. He looked at me and asked me if I would do him a favor. I told him yes, because I was in a good mood over what I learned at work last night, which I will tell you about later. The twin asked me if I would get him some toilet paper. An idea "popped" into my mind immediately and I walked to the other bathroom opposite the one he was in, around the balcony at the top of the stairs, took hold of the toilet paper and proceeded to take the long way back to the twin. I passed in and out of every room, leaving my trail marked by that white ribbon. Finally, when i decided that I had just about exhausted the role, I made it for the twin, handed him the paper, washed my hands, and went down to breakfast. It was still draped all over the second story when I went to bed, and the twin had gone to work. It was gone when I got up this afternoon, everyone made a comment of every degree, and all enjoyed the prank, of which the land lady still doesn't know the instigator.
Just finished typing out one of my lessons and am going to enclose a piece of copy--my first--for Louis' criticism. And mother I want you to read it and see if it excites your interest and sustains it until the particulars are given concerning the product itself. I want all the criticism I can get from here on, of the copy I mass together, so when every I write any, I am not only going to send it to the school, but home to you two as well, for your approval and criticism. I am also going to enclose with this letter the letters I have been receiving, and also the marks of each lesson. Am rather proud of them and maybe it will give you some idea of how I am progressing. I would appreciate it, though, if you would send the letters back because I want very much to keep them in my file and returned lessons.
Last night at work I was earnestly drilling away ant my lead man came up to me and we had quite a chat. It all started out by his telling me a joke, and then me telling a better one, and then him telling one, and then me, and then him and, well he didn't let me better him, he changed the subject. He told me he had to figure out who his new instructors were going to be and to what men they would be assigned. He actually confided in me, and ask me who I thought would be the best men and where. We worked out two inboard crews and one outboard crew, and when we started on the second outboard crew he stopped me. Said he was going to give it to me. That is, he is going to if he can because he can trust me for good work and he likes the way I get along with the fellows. Can you imagine? He said he wanted me to train all the new men coming in and pick the best of them. Only the best are kept they tell me. I really often wonder at times why they kept me. When he left he said he was looking forward to such a set up in the near future, but it if doesn't "pan" out that way, he said, you will know that there is only one reason why, and that is that you haven't been with us long enough. Am hoping, anyway.
Am practically debt free--am completely outside of my type writer and my course, and have saved abut sixty five or sixty dollars to date. Will know exactly when I get my check cashed and living expenses paid.
Now that I have started a new sheet I might as well fill it. I will tell you about various incidences at work.
About a week ago they took about half the men off the crews in the big jigs. The jigs where only the best are kept. Where only the best are kept, is practically the motto around there. Hm, gives me an idea--might stress that point to all new men. Scott, my lead-man would probably like the idea too. They took the so-called best groups and told them before they brought any new men in, they were going to teach them framing, skinning, and riveting. They seem to think that by doing so they can develope speed and perfection later on. I am leading up to another tale, think I will swing into it about now.
I was vigorously riveting away on a skin had just finished drilling, dimpling--each hole is dimpled so the wing will have a perfectly smooth surface when the flush head rivets are put in--and trimming. The man I had bucking the rivets was the new man I told you about that they brought in to train for better things. Do you follow me--that comes out even to there, I think, if you use your imagination. He was doing a very poor job, so teasingly I took the bucking bar from him and told him to rivet. I bucked a couple of bays--the spaces between each rib--with marvelous results--all of the rivets were good. The inspector checked them and told me to paint them over. Each rivet is painted with a yellow dope, to preserve them, and to help the rivets resist corrosion. I picked up the little half-pint paint can and it slipped from my hand because the outside was covered with wet paint. I grabbed for it and flipped it at the same time so I wouldn't get paint on my clothes or anyone else's. It flew into one of the bays I had just bucked and splashed over the rivets. Outside of painting my right hand yellow and being slightly sloppy the inspector said it was the fastest job of painting he had ever seen. I had a hard time getting the paint off my hand, and that dried before I could wipe it off--will just have to wear off.
Have go to end this, can't classify it, now in order to dig the letters I am going to send from my file4s and make it to work. Last night I went to sleep about an hour before my "take off" and missed my street -car--was two minutes late. From now on am going to "take off" a little earlier to be absolutely sure of punching in on time. Your letters were both swell, Write soon and I'll do the same.
Love, Tom
Celebration over for this little "graveyard-er". Due to my "Topsy turvy" routine of living I did my celebrating this morning. I will tell you about it, but it's apt to be a little "shady" in parts, so, you will just have to excuse it.
This morning when I got home from work I found one of the twins sitting on the "throne" apparently in distress. He looked at me and asked me if I would do him a favor. I told him yes, because I was in a good mood over what I learned at work last night, which I will tell you about later. The twin asked me if I would get him some toilet paper. An idea "popped" into my mind immediately and I walked to the other bathroom opposite the one he was in, around the balcony at the top of the stairs, took hold of the toilet paper and proceeded to take the long way back to the twin. I passed in and out of every room, leaving my trail marked by that white ribbon. Finally, when i decided that I had just about exhausted the role, I made it for the twin, handed him the paper, washed my hands, and went down to breakfast. It was still draped all over the second story when I went to bed, and the twin had gone to work. It was gone when I got up this afternoon, everyone made a comment of every degree, and all enjoyed the prank, of which the land lady still doesn't know the instigator.
Just finished typing out one of my lessons and am going to enclose a piece of copy--my first--for Louis' criticism. And mother I want you to read it and see if it excites your interest and sustains it until the particulars are given concerning the product itself. I want all the criticism I can get from here on, of the copy I mass together, so when every I write any, I am not only going to send it to the school, but home to you two as well, for your approval and criticism. I am also going to enclose with this letter the letters I have been receiving, and also the marks of each lesson. Am rather proud of them and maybe it will give you some idea of how I am progressing. I would appreciate it, though, if you would send the letters back because I want very much to keep them in my file and returned lessons.
Last night at work I was earnestly drilling away ant my lead man came up to me and we had quite a chat. It all started out by his telling me a joke, and then me telling a better one, and then him telling one, and then me, and then him and, well he didn't let me better him, he changed the subject. He told me he had to figure out who his new instructors were going to be and to what men they would be assigned. He actually confided in me, and ask me who I thought would be the best men and where. We worked out two inboard crews and one outboard crew, and when we started on the second outboard crew he stopped me. Said he was going to give it to me. That is, he is going to if he can because he can trust me for good work and he likes the way I get along with the fellows. Can you imagine? He said he wanted me to train all the new men coming in and pick the best of them. Only the best are kept they tell me. I really often wonder at times why they kept me. When he left he said he was looking forward to such a set up in the near future, but it if doesn't "pan" out that way, he said, you will know that there is only one reason why, and that is that you haven't been with us long enough. Am hoping, anyway.
Am practically debt free--am completely outside of my type writer and my course, and have saved abut sixty five or sixty dollars to date. Will know exactly when I get my check cashed and living expenses paid.
Now that I have started a new sheet I might as well fill it. I will tell you about various incidences at work.
About a week ago they took about half the men off the crews in the big jigs. The jigs where only the best are kept. Where only the best are kept, is practically the motto around there. Hm, gives me an idea--might stress that point to all new men. Scott, my lead-man would probably like the idea too. They took the so-called best groups and told them before they brought any new men in, they were going to teach them framing, skinning, and riveting. They seem to think that by doing so they can develope speed and perfection later on. I am leading up to another tale, think I will swing into it about now.
I was vigorously riveting away on a skin had just finished drilling, dimpling--each hole is dimpled so the wing will have a perfectly smooth surface when the flush head rivets are put in--and trimming. The man I had bucking the rivets was the new man I told you about that they brought in to train for better things. Do you follow me--that comes out even to there, I think, if you use your imagination. He was doing a very poor job, so teasingly I took the bucking bar from him and told him to rivet. I bucked a couple of bays--the spaces between each rib--with marvelous results--all of the rivets were good. The inspector checked them and told me to paint them over. Each rivet is painted with a yellow dope, to preserve them, and to help the rivets resist corrosion. I picked up the little half-pint paint can and it slipped from my hand because the outside was covered with wet paint. I grabbed for it and flipped it at the same time so I wouldn't get paint on my clothes or anyone else's. It flew into one of the bays I had just bucked and splashed over the rivets. Outside of painting my right hand yellow and being slightly sloppy the inspector said it was the fastest job of painting he had ever seen. I had a hard time getting the paint off my hand, and that dried before I could wipe it off--will just have to wear off.
Have go to end this, can't classify it, now in order to dig the letters I am going to send from my file4s and make it to work. Last night I went to sleep about an hour before my "take off" and missed my street -car--was two minutes late. From now on am going to "take off" a little earlier to be absolutely sure of punching in on time. Your letters were both swell, Write soon and I'll do the same.
Love, Tom
Letter 25, October 27, 1941
Dear Mother and Dad,
How are you two this gloomy and rainy evening? You say you are in for a tough winter. Your not so different. L.A. has had two inches of rain fall in the past week with no sign of a let up in sight. They tell me these early signs of winter, are also, signs of long and wet ones. Let er" rain. I'm prepared and it means more snow in the mountains--10 inches to date.
Which reminds me, if Jimmy Howell inquires about his ski again, tell him it's in Sugden's garage. I intended to match it up with my only good down mountain ski. Then when I got my new skis, as I had planned to get, we were going to sell the matched pair and split the profits, or keep them for emergencies. I told him before I left that they were in sugden's garage. I have got my ski poles there, also, if I remember correctly. I would appreciate it very much if you would save the bindings, irons, --too irons--and poles and I am sure that the Sugdens' wouldn't mind your snooping in their garage. Luggi bindings and Hogg ton irons. You can identify the parts by the broken mate in the basement.
Practically every fellow in department 11--my dept--seems to list skiing as his favorite hobby. A lot of us plan on weekend trips soon now, so don't be surprised if I send for my equipment, if there is any of it left from last winter. I can't quite remember what i did wear out and id break. Believe it or not, I think they get started on the icy slopes here as soon as they do in Salt Lake.
We Californians had quite an experience the night before last. Maybe you read about it in the paper. We had the worst earth-quake we have had since the big quake in "33", which rocked Long Beach to the ground. Everything just rocked and rumbled for a few seconds. Outside of the rumbling and rocking it was exciting to say the most.
Well, I could tell you about last week-end, but as usual I went to a show with the boys, lolled around Sunday, and then went to work. Hope to hear from you soon and in the meantime will be more observing so I will have something to write home about.
Love, Tom
P.S. This is rather a late date to be adding a post script but after reading over Wed. letter I decided to keep it until I could add further to it. This week-end gives me a little more to add. Can you remember the Farber twins and Burt Manily? Well, Burt is going to the U.S.C. Dental school and the twins are living in Arcadia, a suburb of L.A. They came over Sat. evening and we went to a show, then after the show, we discussed the good old days. We concluded the evening by making plans for the big Stanford U. C. game which is going to be played on Nov. 8,. Today I lolled around again and read my course, preparing for another lesson. I have been reading and memorizing since about four this afternoon. Now it is ten thirty and I have got to begin to get ready for work. What did you two do today? Did you by any chance phone Vandy? I wrote and told her that she could count on hearing from you in the near future----Write soon and tell me what you have been doing and seeing and I will do the same. Sorry I have been so long in writing. I think it is fun to write home and then again I know it is helping me to develope a style so I will make my letters more frequent than they have been this past week. Love again, Tom
How are you two this gloomy and rainy evening? You say you are in for a tough winter. Your not so different. L.A. has had two inches of rain fall in the past week with no sign of a let up in sight. They tell me these early signs of winter, are also, signs of long and wet ones. Let er" rain. I'm prepared and it means more snow in the mountains--10 inches to date.
Which reminds me, if Jimmy Howell inquires about his ski again, tell him it's in Sugden's garage. I intended to match it up with my only good down mountain ski. Then when I got my new skis, as I had planned to get, we were going to sell the matched pair and split the profits, or keep them for emergencies. I told him before I left that they were in sugden's garage. I have got my ski poles there, also, if I remember correctly. I would appreciate it very much if you would save the bindings, irons, --too irons--and poles and I am sure that the Sugdens' wouldn't mind your snooping in their garage. Luggi bindings and Hogg ton irons. You can identify the parts by the broken mate in the basement.
Practically every fellow in department 11--my dept--seems to list skiing as his favorite hobby. A lot of us plan on weekend trips soon now, so don't be surprised if I send for my equipment, if there is any of it left from last winter. I can't quite remember what i did wear out and id break. Believe it or not, I think they get started on the icy slopes here as soon as they do in Salt Lake.
We Californians had quite an experience the night before last. Maybe you read about it in the paper. We had the worst earth-quake we have had since the big quake in "33", which rocked Long Beach to the ground. Everything just rocked and rumbled for a few seconds. Outside of the rumbling and rocking it was exciting to say the most.
Well, I could tell you about last week-end, but as usual I went to a show with the boys, lolled around Sunday, and then went to work. Hope to hear from you soon and in the meantime will be more observing so I will have something to write home about.
Love, Tom
P.S. This is rather a late date to be adding a post script but after reading over Wed. letter I decided to keep it until I could add further to it. This week-end gives me a little more to add. Can you remember the Farber twins and Burt Manily? Well, Burt is going to the U.S.C. Dental school and the twins are living in Arcadia, a suburb of L.A. They came over Sat. evening and we went to a show, then after the show, we discussed the good old days. We concluded the evening by making plans for the big Stanford U. C. game which is going to be played on Nov. 8,. Today I lolled around again and read my course, preparing for another lesson. I have been reading and memorizing since about four this afternoon. Now it is ten thirty and I have got to begin to get ready for work. What did you two do today? Did you by any chance phone Vandy? I wrote and told her that she could count on hearing from you in the near future----Write soon and tell me what you have been doing and seeing and I will do the same. Sorry I have been so long in writing. I think it is fun to write home and then again I know it is helping me to develope a style so I will make my letters more frequent than they have been this past week. Love again, Tom
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Letter 24 October 27, 1941
Dear Mother and Dad,
Just finished my usual Sunday evening dinner---chicken---but far from anything like I ever got at home. I typed out one of my lessons this afternoon and when I finished this letter I am just going to relax in the only easy chair in the room and listen to Nelson's radio. Quite the chair! Quite the radio! AND, well I don't know about this letter. I was, also, going to say quite the letter---we'll see. Not a hell--quot Rabelais--has happened since I wrote last. Eat, sleep, and eat, and work, and eat, and sleep again. With the usual show on Saturday and Sunday to do as you please. It pleased me to complete another lesson and now it is pleasing me to write this letter, but what to say---news is scarce.
I might describe to you what L.A. has been like over this week-end. People were buzzing, scurrying, and speeding; silence ans solace were about as easy to find as a pearl in a coal yard; lights were flashing, blurring, and blinking, some streets were dark and dirty and some were light and dirty; Jews were kyking and Kykes were jewing; stores and shoppes were open until nine on Saturday just like a Christmas holiday in good old Salt Lake--but a usual, and casual weekend in L.A. and there was a slight rain storm this afternoon and now it is rather windy, but warm.
What did you two do today? You didn't per-chance ask Vandy to join you did you? I hope.
I must be in a pretty good mood tonight to write such a wild letter, I hope you are when you get it. Have you heard about how the skiing is progressing at Alta or Birghton. It hasn't started here yet but you will know when it starts, when I send for my equipment. A number of the fellows at Lockheed ski and we have big plans for this winter. I haven't told them that I can ski and they seem to think anyone who can negotiate a turn properly, ski in a tournament, or jump is the next thing to Superman. If I haven't forgotten how to jump or turn I am going to have a lot of fun when we go out for the first time. Maybe they are pulling my leg, as I am theirs, not restraining in the least, but somebody is going to have a lot of fun on the first trip out and I hope it is me.
I had my arms on my glasses adjusted to fit me ears a little more comfortably yesterday, bought a pair of shoes, one necessity I was badly in need of---others broke loose in the seams, and have got to send 16 dollars to the school tomorrow. Can't seem to save over $45 dollars, which is my total savings thus far. I haven't seen a football game yet but am going to before this year is over, or bust.
I am still looking forward to coming home sometime between now and Christmas, if I possible can tear myself out of the clutches of the strict regulations, laws, and ruling at the plant without detramenting my personal record. Hope I can make it sometime when Louise is there--then we can have our own little family reunion. Might even get you to send me a telegram saying someone of the immediate family got seriously injured. Want a little further comment on that, though.
Write soon and I will do the same. Love, Tom
P.S. Wrote this last night and missed the mail---got to take off for work--be good, you two, love again, Tom
Just finished my usual Sunday evening dinner---chicken---but far from anything like I ever got at home. I typed out one of my lessons this afternoon and when I finished this letter I am just going to relax in the only easy chair in the room and listen to Nelson's radio. Quite the chair! Quite the radio! AND, well I don't know about this letter. I was, also, going to say quite the letter---we'll see. Not a hell--quot Rabelais--has happened since I wrote last. Eat, sleep, and eat, and work, and eat, and sleep again. With the usual show on Saturday and Sunday to do as you please. It pleased me to complete another lesson and now it is pleasing me to write this letter, but what to say---news is scarce.
I might describe to you what L.A. has been like over this week-end. People were buzzing, scurrying, and speeding; silence ans solace were about as easy to find as a pearl in a coal yard; lights were flashing, blurring, and blinking, some streets were dark and dirty and some were light and dirty; Jews were kyking and Kykes were jewing; stores and shoppes were open until nine on Saturday just like a Christmas holiday in good old Salt Lake--but a usual, and casual weekend in L.A. and there was a slight rain storm this afternoon and now it is rather windy, but warm.
What did you two do today? You didn't per-chance ask Vandy to join you did you? I hope.
I must be in a pretty good mood tonight to write such a wild letter, I hope you are when you get it. Have you heard about how the skiing is progressing at Alta or Birghton. It hasn't started here yet but you will know when it starts, when I send for my equipment. A number of the fellows at Lockheed ski and we have big plans for this winter. I haven't told them that I can ski and they seem to think anyone who can negotiate a turn properly, ski in a tournament, or jump is the next thing to Superman. If I haven't forgotten how to jump or turn I am going to have a lot of fun when we go out for the first time. Maybe they are pulling my leg, as I am theirs, not restraining in the least, but somebody is going to have a lot of fun on the first trip out and I hope it is me.
I had my arms on my glasses adjusted to fit me ears a little more comfortably yesterday, bought a pair of shoes, one necessity I was badly in need of---others broke loose in the seams, and have got to send 16 dollars to the school tomorrow. Can't seem to save over $45 dollars, which is my total savings thus far. I haven't seen a football game yet but am going to before this year is over, or bust.
I am still looking forward to coming home sometime between now and Christmas, if I possible can tear myself out of the clutches of the strict regulations, laws, and ruling at the plant without detramenting my personal record. Hope I can make it sometime when Louise is there--then we can have our own little family reunion. Might even get you to send me a telegram saying someone of the immediate family got seriously injured. Want a little further comment on that, though.
Write soon and I will do the same. Love, Tom
P.S. Wrote this last night and missed the mail---got to take off for work--be good, you two, love again, Tom
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