To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
-Mary Oliver

Monday, April 26, 2010

APR 27 1934

April, 25, 1934

Dearest Guy,
I received your letter to-day. I was sure glad to hear from you. I am always glad to hear from you tho you know that don't you?
Guy I realize now that it isn't your fault if the letters are delayed. Forgive me for ever referring to the subject.
Your mother looks fine and I think she feels the same. I don't think that she is worrying a whole lat about you for she knows that your in good company and that you have a place to eat and sleep, but you know that she wants you home with her, most mothers are like that.
That will be a wonderful trip to Japan, and South America. Your getting a chance in a life time and I bet that you don't even realize it.
I guess that half of the town were following you if you were with "Tiny" who wouldn't. I never had any idea that anyone could grow that tall. I thought that he was supposed to get married in Florida, isn't he?
Guy, haven't you had any snapshots taken of yourself. If you have, send me one will you. Agnes got a picture from "Murph" in her second letter and you haven't even mentioned one yet.
Say, you don't really think that I go down to the river do you? I was only kidding you.
I'm listening to Burns and Allen on the radio as I'm writing this. Gracie sure can say some wise cracks.
Your Dad was over to-night. He says that I had Dot Hendrix over to your house a few months ago. I'm positive that I hadn't, but he says I did. Do you remember anytime that Dot was over to your house, maybe you can but I can't.
Was the "bunk" Al wrote any than the "bunk" I write. Everybody said that I should write and tell you hello. Mom sure misses you. I wonder if she misses you as much as I do. I don't think so for I miss you terribly.

Oodles of love & kisses
Always yours
Ange.

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