Dear Mother and Dad,
As usual, just finished dinner, but tonight I didn't just sit around the dinner table after the meal in the regular bull session. I walked up to the grocery store and got my check cashed. When I got back the session was still in full swing, I joined it, made plans for tomorrow night, which consist of calling on a sick friend of Andy's just now got settled in my room for the evening--eight thirty.
And, also as usual, there isn't any news to speak of outside of the war. This sick friend that I mentioned, is a girl friend of Andy's. She had her appendix removed. I mentioned the fact that we ought to go and cheer her up. Andy took me seriously, so that is what we will do. She is an old school girl chum of his and doesn't know many people in L.A.
I have been wondering lately if you ever hear anything from Bud Christensen. I don't know his address, and would appreciate it very much if you would phone her father or m other and get it for me. Would like to hear from the "rum-dum".
It has taken me exactly two hours to write this letter so far. I wrote the first paragraph and then I listened to "Gang Busters." During the program Big Bill and Tom came in. After the program we chatted for awhile and then went out and got a malt. When we got back we listened to the news and then I started my letter--again. Judging from this letter I am doing nothing but sitting around. To tell the truth that is about all I have been doing for the past week. I went to a doctor last week to see about my eyes. Up to that time they were blood-shot, and when I used them for reading and the likes they made my head ache. About the only thing I have been able to do this week to keep y head from aching at the plant, is just sit, talk and rest my eyes. Am getting tired of just sitting but I guess I can stand it for a while, anyway. If I don't shut up you will think I am going blind. It isn't bad, just boring.
Have got to write a letter to the school tonight and tell them why I haven't sent a lesson in for the past two weeks. I do answer a few questions or read a few pages, though, each night. It's still warm and sunny in this country, and it makes you feel great. Write soon. Love, Tom
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
January 20, 1942
Dear Mother and Dad,
Just finished dinner and getting my laundry. I started the new week out with a bang and a butch. One of the new fellows that I neglected to watch, for about ten seconds, drilled a hole next to a jig hole--the jug holes are the mating holes or the holes used to bolt the entire wing together at final assembly. Lat night I was given two more new men to teach. I was tearing my hair because they didn't seem to comprehend a thing that I said. Guess they weren't listening, no doubt. At any rate, I hope and think that I can have them all well trained within a month. Out of the seven men that I am teaching there is really only one that I have been able to rely on so far.
Whity phoned me Sat. night. He is staying in an apartment with two other Salt Lake fellows. He is going back to school and the other two work at Lockheed. He told me that he talked to you while he was home and asked me if I liked my new watch. Sounded like a conspiracy. I was getting set to tell him about it just as he asked. Andy, the engineer and new boy in the house--a swell fellow--and I went over to see the boys. When we came home we raided the ice box, and then tucked in, but not until we had read the funny papers.
Sun. morn at the breakfast table Andy asked me if I wanted to go see a couple of old maids with him. I was feeling chipper upon seeing the sun for the first time in a week, so I said that I would enjoy visiting with some of his friends. They turned out to be old maids all right but they were also marvelous company. They are the type that you meet in the skiing areas--hospitable and friendly. One of them is a nurse, second lieutenant, in the Army and the other is in the advertising game. The one in advertising, is connected with the sales department in a department store here. We discussed advertising, and I pinned her ears back a couple of times, concerning mediums and illustrations. She laughed and wanted to know where I got all of my information. I told her and then leaned back and listened while she told me about her job. Andy finished talking to them and we left. We ate, and then came home. I sat around until the sun went down and then went to bed.
Have got to get busy now. Have got to write Vandy a letter, and the fellow who lived here and joined the Army about two months ago, or rather the fellow who got drafted. I feel great and will write soon. Love, Tom
P.S. Got another lesson back today. My grade was a B.
Just finished dinner and getting my laundry. I started the new week out with a bang and a butch. One of the new fellows that I neglected to watch, for about ten seconds, drilled a hole next to a jig hole--the jug holes are the mating holes or the holes used to bolt the entire wing together at final assembly. Lat night I was given two more new men to teach. I was tearing my hair because they didn't seem to comprehend a thing that I said. Guess they weren't listening, no doubt. At any rate, I hope and think that I can have them all well trained within a month. Out of the seven men that I am teaching there is really only one that I have been able to rely on so far.
Whity phoned me Sat. night. He is staying in an apartment with two other Salt Lake fellows. He is going back to school and the other two work at Lockheed. He told me that he talked to you while he was home and asked me if I liked my new watch. Sounded like a conspiracy. I was getting set to tell him about it just as he asked. Andy, the engineer and new boy in the house--a swell fellow--and I went over to see the boys. When we came home we raided the ice box, and then tucked in, but not until we had read the funny papers.
Sun. morn at the breakfast table Andy asked me if I wanted to go see a couple of old maids with him. I was feeling chipper upon seeing the sun for the first time in a week, so I said that I would enjoy visiting with some of his friends. They turned out to be old maids all right but they were also marvelous company. They are the type that you meet in the skiing areas--hospitable and friendly. One of them is a nurse, second lieutenant, in the Army and the other is in the advertising game. The one in advertising, is connected with the sales department in a department store here. We discussed advertising, and I pinned her ears back a couple of times, concerning mediums and illustrations. She laughed and wanted to know where I got all of my information. I told her and then leaned back and listened while she told me about her job. Andy finished talking to them and we left. We ate, and then came home. I sat around until the sun went down and then went to bed.
Have got to get busy now. Have got to write Vandy a letter, and the fellow who lived here and joined the Army about two months ago, or rather the fellow who got drafted. I feel great and will write soon. Love, Tom
P.S. Got another lesson back today. My grade was a B.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
January 15, 1942
Dear Mother and Dad,
What's this? A letter or rather a Christmas card for me, at home, from L.A.! And from a girl too! I didn't know she cared. Will have to phone her and thank her. Thanks for sending it down to me. Guess I had better tell you who she is. The girl is Whity's cousin, a former Salt Laker. Every time I used to go over and see Jack she was usually there, so what else? I got friendly with her and one night Jack got one of his best girls and I got his cousin and we went to a show. Will have to put her name on next years or rather this years list.
Les, the former Salt Lake fellow that I think I told you about in one of my first letters, who moved down here about four years ago with his parents, is going in the Army next week. I just talked to him over the phone and he is going to come over about five thirty. He wants to talk to me about the Ski Patrol. He says if he can't get the type of job that he wants in the regular Army--an office job to keep up his office training--he is going to try to, later, transfer into the S.P. He says if he has to go rugged, he wants to do it up right.
Have got a confession to make, but a darn good excuse for having to make it. Last night I didn't go to work. Mon. I started riding to work with a fellow that gets his sleeping done in the evening just before going to work. Well, last night he didn't show up. At quarter to twelve--the time he should have picked me up--he didn't show. At twelve, the same, and so on until twelve forty five--the dead-line for getting into the plant. I was raving to think that he was so incorrigible not to phone. About the time my anger had reached its peak, I herd him honking out front. I went down stairs and outside, calming myself as I went, and told him he might as well go home and go to bed. He apologized and said his alarm didn't go off. He was so sympathetic I couldn't help but excuse him. We talked for about ten minutes and then I came back in and resumed reading a book that I recently bought on advertising. I phoned the plant and they excused me, so I guess no harm was done. And I don't think it will hurt my record--at least it shouldn't.
That tear at the top of the page if from the sight bars on my typewriter. About two out of every five letters that I write, that usually happens.
Well, that's about all the news for the week. am having a lot of fun and up against a tough lesson. It's taking me over my schedule. Hope to get it done this week-end. Write soon-as if I had to tell you. Love, Tom
What's this? A letter or rather a Christmas card for me, at home, from L.A.! And from a girl too! I didn't know she cared. Will have to phone her and thank her. Thanks for sending it down to me. Guess I had better tell you who she is. The girl is Whity's cousin, a former Salt Laker. Every time I used to go over and see Jack she was usually there, so what else? I got friendly with her and one night Jack got one of his best girls and I got his cousin and we went to a show. Will have to put her name on next years or rather this years list.
Les, the former Salt Lake fellow that I think I told you about in one of my first letters, who moved down here about four years ago with his parents, is going in the Army next week. I just talked to him over the phone and he is going to come over about five thirty. He wants to talk to me about the Ski Patrol. He says if he can't get the type of job that he wants in the regular Army--an office job to keep up his office training--he is going to try to, later, transfer into the S.P. He says if he has to go rugged, he wants to do it up right.
Have got a confession to make, but a darn good excuse for having to make it. Last night I didn't go to work. Mon. I started riding to work with a fellow that gets his sleeping done in the evening just before going to work. Well, last night he didn't show up. At quarter to twelve--the time he should have picked me up--he didn't show. At twelve, the same, and so on until twelve forty five--the dead-line for getting into the plant. I was raving to think that he was so incorrigible not to phone. About the time my anger had reached its peak, I herd him honking out front. I went down stairs and outside, calming myself as I went, and told him he might as well go home and go to bed. He apologized and said his alarm didn't go off. He was so sympathetic I couldn't help but excuse him. We talked for about ten minutes and then I came back in and resumed reading a book that I recently bought on advertising. I phoned the plant and they excused me, so I guess no harm was done. And I don't think it will hurt my record--at least it shouldn't.
That tear at the top of the page if from the sight bars on my typewriter. About two out of every five letters that I write, that usually happens.
Well, that's about all the news for the week. am having a lot of fun and up against a tough lesson. It's taking me over my schedule. Hope to get it done this week-end. Write soon-as if I had to tell you. Love, Tom
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
January 12, 1942
Dear Mother and Dad,
Just came in from a walk. Nelson, Andy,--Andy is a new fellow here in the house, an engineer, and a grand fellow,--and I just made a tour of the neighborhood. The temperature is and was about seventy five or eighty degrees, the sky is and was clear, and the sunset was beautiful. Andy is now in his room writing home to his parents--his home is S.F.--Nelson is reading a story and waiting to borrow my typewriter, and me, well, I'm proceeding to have some fun writing the news.
Sorry you can't be here to share a little of this warm weather with me. It's funny what eight hundred miles difference makes in the temperature--glad it doesn't make eight hundred degrees difference in the weather! To give you a more vivid picture of how warm it really is, I guess I should tell you how much bedding I used last night--one sheet. If I weren't here I wouldn't believe it. Do you? Gad, I had better shut up about the weather. Just remembered that it is cold back there. Sounds as though I am gloating and turning into a typical Californian.
One of the boys just came in--Chris. He has been working. He had to go out to the Douglas plant today and pile sand bags. He just said: "God Dam, have got to take a shower, have got sand in my hair, in my shoes, down my back and in my shoes". Guess he had a lot in his shoes. He said that the Army is moving more anti air craft guns in and stationing more men on guard Sum-thin' must be brewin'.
Well, there is no news to speak of. Still "hell-bent" or bust for something at the plant, am still pounding at the doors of advertising, and am still having a lot of fun in general. Went to a show last night with the gang here in the house, and am now all set for another week. I haven't received my emblem of merit yet from the school but am expecting it any day. I got another lesson back a few days ago, and, guess what?, got an A. Andy, the new fellow I was telling you about, knows a couple of people who are working in advertising agencies. He is going to introduce them to me. Will tell you about it when I meet them. Write soon and don't freeze your tootsies. Gad, sound just like a native Californian. Love, Tom
Just came in from a walk. Nelson, Andy,--Andy is a new fellow here in the house, an engineer, and a grand fellow,--and I just made a tour of the neighborhood. The temperature is and was about seventy five or eighty degrees, the sky is and was clear, and the sunset was beautiful. Andy is now in his room writing home to his parents--his home is S.F.--Nelson is reading a story and waiting to borrow my typewriter, and me, well, I'm proceeding to have some fun writing the news.
Sorry you can't be here to share a little of this warm weather with me. It's funny what eight hundred miles difference makes in the temperature--glad it doesn't make eight hundred degrees difference in the weather! To give you a more vivid picture of how warm it really is, I guess I should tell you how much bedding I used last night--one sheet. If I weren't here I wouldn't believe it. Do you? Gad, I had better shut up about the weather. Just remembered that it is cold back there. Sounds as though I am gloating and turning into a typical Californian.
One of the boys just came in--Chris. He has been working. He had to go out to the Douglas plant today and pile sand bags. He just said: "God Dam, have got to take a shower, have got sand in my hair, in my shoes, down my back and in my shoes". Guess he had a lot in his shoes. He said that the Army is moving more anti air craft guns in and stationing more men on guard Sum-thin' must be brewin'.
Well, there is no news to speak of. Still "hell-bent" or bust for something at the plant, am still pounding at the doors of advertising, and am still having a lot of fun in general. Went to a show last night with the gang here in the house, and am now all set for another week. I haven't received my emblem of merit yet from the school but am expecting it any day. I got another lesson back a few days ago, and, guess what?, got an A. Andy, the new fellow I was telling you about, knows a couple of people who are working in advertising agencies. He is going to introduce them to me. Will tell you about it when I meet them. Write soon and don't freeze your tootsies. Gad, sound just like a native Californian. Love, Tom
Monday, August 31, 2009
January 8, 1942
Dear Mother and Dad,
Just finished another lesson! Have been planning to write to you every day this week. Sorry I haven't written more often these past two weeks. Now to get back in the grove. As one of my new fellows says--"Let's get groovey."
My lessons are getting tough. So tough, that I have to spend four and five hours a night on them to keep up my schedule. I think I have discovered something or maybe it's because I like this course, but the tougher they come, the better I like em': the harder I work, the easier they come. Anyway, it all simmers down to good old hard work and the feeling of accomplishment. That old adage--work a little harder and do a little m ore than the best fellow, is proving itself to me at the plant, too. Now I am bragging. Gad something went wrong with the space regulator--maybe my bragging did it.
Over the next week-end I went to a cowboy feature out in Hollywood. When I got home, Nelson was in from work, so we went out and got a bite to eat, bought some funny books, came home and got into bed, read the books until about three, and then talked until sun-up. After that we tucked our torsos in for the day. I slept all day Sat., and Nelson said he didn't work very hard, so we came to the conclusion we had more pep than a couple of caged panthers--the result was our staying up all night. When we got up Sun. night, Nelson went to Hollywood to hear Tommy Dorsey--a dance band--and I resumed my studies until twelve. Then I started punching in a new week at the plant.
Some variety has reached old 404 at last. Over the week-end a couple of good looking gals moved in. I don't know them too well as yet, but I intend to get acquainted. I have a kick, though! Now I have to shave when i go to dinner.
The rent went up on the 1st as did everything else in this country. Instead of the usual eight a week, now I am paying nine. It's well worth nine, though, and under the circumstances--prices soaring--I don't mind at all. Probably wouldn't be making the money I am, if it weren't for the boom.
Am still hell bent on getting the best possible rating I can for the time I have been at the plant. Have gone speed "nutty" or at least that's what the boys say. If I possibly can, though, I am going to have the fastest, most efficient, thorough crew on the graveyard.
Have got some reading I want to do before I go to work and if I write anymore I won't be able to finish it. Now I'm bragging again. All's well, write soon, and I will do the same. Love, Tom
Just finished another lesson! Have been planning to write to you every day this week. Sorry I haven't written more often these past two weeks. Now to get back in the grove. As one of my new fellows says--"Let's get groovey."
My lessons are getting tough. So tough, that I have to spend four and five hours a night on them to keep up my schedule. I think I have discovered something or maybe it's because I like this course, but the tougher they come, the better I like em': the harder I work, the easier they come. Anyway, it all simmers down to good old hard work and the feeling of accomplishment. That old adage--work a little harder and do a little m ore than the best fellow, is proving itself to me at the plant, too. Now I am bragging. Gad something went wrong with the space regulator--maybe my bragging did it.
Over the next week-end I went to a cowboy feature out in Hollywood. When I got home, Nelson was in from work, so we went out and got a bite to eat, bought some funny books, came home and got into bed, read the books until about three, and then talked until sun-up. After that we tucked our torsos in for the day. I slept all day Sat., and Nelson said he didn't work very hard, so we came to the conclusion we had more pep than a couple of caged panthers--the result was our staying up all night. When we got up Sun. night, Nelson went to Hollywood to hear Tommy Dorsey--a dance band--and I resumed my studies until twelve. Then I started punching in a new week at the plant.
Some variety has reached old 404 at last. Over the week-end a couple of good looking gals moved in. I don't know them too well as yet, but I intend to get acquainted. I have a kick, though! Now I have to shave when i go to dinner.
The rent went up on the 1st as did everything else in this country. Instead of the usual eight a week, now I am paying nine. It's well worth nine, though, and under the circumstances--prices soaring--I don't mind at all. Probably wouldn't be making the money I am, if it weren't for the boom.
Am still hell bent on getting the best possible rating I can for the time I have been at the plant. Have gone speed "nutty" or at least that's what the boys say. If I possibly can, though, I am going to have the fastest, most efficient, thorough crew on the graveyard.
Have got some reading I want to do before I go to work and if I write anymore I won't be able to finish it. Now I'm bragging again. All's well, write soon, and I will do the same. Love, Tom
Friday, August 28, 2009
January 3, 1942
Dear mother and Dad,
Just got back from a show! Last night at the plant a group of us decided we would get together this afternoon and see a show. Was a good show, and we had a lot of fun ribbing each other as is our manner---Have made a lot of acquaintances to date at the plant and the boys are a great bunch of fellows. the best news of all, though, is yet to come. Starting last Mon. I became a full fledged instructor, with about five new fellows to instruct. The work is easy and a lot of fun. I have more responsibility now but I love it. Where I used to be responsible for only myself I am responsible now for the five. As yet I am not getting an increase in pay and won't until I get y first six month training period review. If my review is successful and my past record warrants a raise according to their pay standards then I will get a raise. Am hoping, but if I don't get what I expect, I am not going to cry--am going to keep on plugging. Now I'm bragging or preaching--will change the subject and tell about my holidays. Main thought is, though if I work hard enough I might get classified as a key man in defense industry.
My holidays consisted of two days off,--Christmas and the following Sun. I had to work New Years but then I didn't mind--I didn't' especially have anything to do--saved money as well as earned double time for working the holiday. Christmas was a big day for me. I had a new watch to show off,--my proudest possession--which made it a complete day. Different fellows I know in this still warm sunny country, either from the plant or Salt lake dropped in. Whooped it up with the boys in the house and the boys from the plant, talked over old times with the boys from home, and got fairly stewed before going to work. Felt good in time to go to work but some of the fellows were in poor shape. In fact, even my Foreman was plastered. As far as everyone was concerned, with the exception of the boys I work with, I was one of the few boys who came to work sober. Added prestige, I hope. There I go again.
Want to thank you again for the watch. I have a hard time telling you how much I appreciate it because I am so proud of it and it means so much to me. I can't seem to find words other than thanks. Guess I became flabbergasted every time I think about it. Thanks again--it's a present I will never forget.
Am feeling fine, fit, and that usual winter cold I used to have at home hasn't haunted me in the least this year--guess it's the climate. Am still romping along with my course, and have got a routine now that you might call a rut, but, which keeps me well occupied and happy.
Got a letter from Vandy today. She devoted half of her letter to y our phone call and wants me to thank you for calling. I think she appreciated it very much. You ought to drop over to see her. Love, Tom
Just got back from a show! Last night at the plant a group of us decided we would get together this afternoon and see a show. Was a good show, and we had a lot of fun ribbing each other as is our manner---Have made a lot of acquaintances to date at the plant and the boys are a great bunch of fellows. the best news of all, though, is yet to come. Starting last Mon. I became a full fledged instructor, with about five new fellows to instruct. The work is easy and a lot of fun. I have more responsibility now but I love it. Where I used to be responsible for only myself I am responsible now for the five. As yet I am not getting an increase in pay and won't until I get y first six month training period review. If my review is successful and my past record warrants a raise according to their pay standards then I will get a raise. Am hoping, but if I don't get what I expect, I am not going to cry--am going to keep on plugging. Now I'm bragging or preaching--will change the subject and tell about my holidays. Main thought is, though if I work hard enough I might get classified as a key man in defense industry.
My holidays consisted of two days off,--Christmas and the following Sun. I had to work New Years but then I didn't mind--I didn't' especially have anything to do--saved money as well as earned double time for working the holiday. Christmas was a big day for me. I had a new watch to show off,--my proudest possession--which made it a complete day. Different fellows I know in this still warm sunny country, either from the plant or Salt lake dropped in. Whooped it up with the boys in the house and the boys from the plant, talked over old times with the boys from home, and got fairly stewed before going to work. Felt good in time to go to work but some of the fellows were in poor shape. In fact, even my Foreman was plastered. As far as everyone was concerned, with the exception of the boys I work with, I was one of the few boys who came to work sober. Added prestige, I hope. There I go again.
Want to thank you again for the watch. I have a hard time telling you how much I appreciate it because I am so proud of it and it means so much to me. I can't seem to find words other than thanks. Guess I became flabbergasted every time I think about it. Thanks again--it's a present I will never forget.
Am feeling fine, fit, and that usual winter cold I used to have at home hasn't haunted me in the least this year--guess it's the climate. Am still romping along with my course, and have got a routine now that you might call a rut, but, which keeps me well occupied and happy.
Got a letter from Vandy today. She devoted half of her letter to y our phone call and wants me to thank you for calling. I think she appreciated it very much. You ought to drop over to see her. Love, Tom
Thursday, August 27, 2009
December 23, 1941
Dear Mother and Dad,
Just finished dinner and the regular evening bull-session. Discussed the recent bombings off our coast and our chances of holding our jobs which seem rather promising. Tonight is my last night of work. We get paid tonight--happy thought--and I am going to hang one of my dirty old wools under the tree. Mrs. Wilson has a small tree and all borders will be present to catch Santa.
I should have written this letter sooner--sorry. Finally got all of my presents in the mail--sent Louise and Ellen some colored table cloths--Dick and Bob some hand bordered handkerchiefs--and Vandy a wrist watch. Went overboard on the wrist watch but she is certainly worth it. Received your package last Sat. but didn't open it. Sun., didn't open it, Mon. , didn't open it. Tues., Thanks a million: Without a doubt, it is the most wonderful present a fellow could ever get. Sorry that I didn't wait or couldn't wait but I was busting with curiously. It makes my Christmas a complete one--well almost--even though I can't make it home.
If you ever get a chance I want you to do a little explaining for me to Vandy. Last Sat. I wrapped all of my presents and went down to the post office and mailed them. That is, I mailed all but one--Vandy's watch. The post-man wouldn't insure it the way it was wrapped, so I went to the nearest jeweler and got some equipment to mail it in. Upon completing the job of re-wrapping I discovered that I didn't have enough tissue paper to pack it tight so I went into the nearest cocktail lounge and bought a dimes worth of a little cocktail tissue. And with those I completed the job. She is going to wonder and so are her parents if she opens the present under the tree Christmas morning. As I planned, I hope it goes off as a gag and doesn't make Vandy or her family agog.
Now to do a little more explaining. The glassware I sent to you should be divided thus, the rose drinking glasses are for you mother and the cocktail set is for you Louise. Sorry I couldn't say so with the shipment but I had them sent directly from the store. I didn't send the boys any present Boby and Gary, and Boby, but tell them that I will make up for it.
There isn't much news, am feeling great, and still getting along swell at work. Merry Christmas and thank you again for the watch. Reached me in fine shape and makes my Christmas truly a complete one. Love, Tom
Just finished dinner and the regular evening bull-session. Discussed the recent bombings off our coast and our chances of holding our jobs which seem rather promising. Tonight is my last night of work. We get paid tonight--happy thought--and I am going to hang one of my dirty old wools under the tree. Mrs. Wilson has a small tree and all borders will be present to catch Santa.
I should have written this letter sooner--sorry. Finally got all of my presents in the mail--sent Louise and Ellen some colored table cloths--Dick and Bob some hand bordered handkerchiefs--and Vandy a wrist watch. Went overboard on the wrist watch but she is certainly worth it. Received your package last Sat. but didn't open it. Sun., didn't open it, Mon. , didn't open it. Tues., Thanks a million: Without a doubt, it is the most wonderful present a fellow could ever get. Sorry that I didn't wait or couldn't wait but I was busting with curiously. It makes my Christmas a complete one--well almost--even though I can't make it home.
If you ever get a chance I want you to do a little explaining for me to Vandy. Last Sat. I wrapped all of my presents and went down to the post office and mailed them. That is, I mailed all but one--Vandy's watch. The post-man wouldn't insure it the way it was wrapped, so I went to the nearest jeweler and got some equipment to mail it in. Upon completing the job of re-wrapping I discovered that I didn't have enough tissue paper to pack it tight so I went into the nearest cocktail lounge and bought a dimes worth of a little cocktail tissue. And with those I completed the job. She is going to wonder and so are her parents if she opens the present under the tree Christmas morning. As I planned, I hope it goes off as a gag and doesn't make Vandy or her family agog.
Now to do a little more explaining. The glassware I sent to you should be divided thus, the rose drinking glasses are for you mother and the cocktail set is for you Louise. Sorry I couldn't say so with the shipment but I had them sent directly from the store. I didn't send the boys any present Boby and Gary, and Boby, but tell them that I will make up for it.
There isn't much news, am feeling great, and still getting along swell at work. Merry Christmas and thank you again for the watch. Reached me in fine shape and makes my Christmas truly a complete one. Love, Tom
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