handwritten letter postmarked December 12, 1936
House Trailer
4th & D Sts.
Dec. 6, 1936
Dear Lee ---
Did you ever hear the like? I'm all alone in this cruel world. No doubt you have heard by now that Paul has the scarlet fever and I am living in the trailer house for a week. (I have been anti-toxined) If I show no signs of having it after 7 days, I shall again be a free citizen. And I'm not going to have it.
I have things fixed up real cozy and am doing most of my own cooking. I can only talk to people from afar & I can't even mail this until I get discharged (if I don't get Scarlet Fever).
I really don't mind it so much as long as I know I can go home for Christmas. If I had stayed at Connet's I wouldn't have gotten out until at least Dec. 26th.
For company I have a pair of finches that Kahls gave me (did I tell you about them?) I named them Romeo and Juliet, & they're lots of company even tho' they can't sing. I'll probably add to this from time to time so don't expect the end too soon.
Tuesday
I must write and tell you that I've decided that I'm a wonderful cook. There's no one to disagree for no one tastes my cooking but myself. It's lots of fun to cook it but when I sit down and look all around & see no one else there & there is no one to compliment me it doesn't taste quite so good.
It's really not half bad all the kids stop by and see me and loan me books & papers so I really can't complain a bit.
Wednesday 11:00 AM
Imagine just finishing your breakfast dishes at this time of the morning. Such is the life of one living in a trailer house.
I received your letter this morning while I was eating breakfast, also one from the folks with my money to come home on. I simply must not get Scarlet Fever now.
Glad to hear of your enjoying the Pie Social. Was the pie good?
Juanita Patton is a brownette. She's lots of fun. President of the AWS and goes to the Baptist Church. She was my maid in the play we put on. She comes by about every day and chats with me. So does Inez. Yesterday she said she might write to you. It told her to go ahead. I wonder if I should?
I hear that you don't hear from me any more, or write to me or something. If it isn't you I've been writing to, who on earth is it?
Incidentally, your invitation for Christmas Eve still holds so don't make any other "dates" for that night.
I must sweep my floor & get some studying done so -------
Friday 3:15 PM
Tomorrow means freedom, I hope. I show no signs of getting it now so I guess I'll soon be a free citizen again. A week from today I'll start home! It hardly seems possible. If you don't hear from me before then you'll probably be seeing me sometime next week-end but I don't know just when, so you'd better keep out of trouble all the time. I'll probably let you know when I arrive. Is your telephone number still 621?
I forgot to tell you that you still have that invitation for Christmas Eve if you care to accept. Of course, I'm not trying to "date you up" or nothing. (Dear me! Am I losing my mind? I just read on page 4 that you still had that Christmas Eve invite. Well, I guess you'll be certain now.) I'll leave the rest of this to tell you of my freedom, tomorrow.
I'm free! And boy! Am I glad? I feel like painting the town red but don't think I will. Unless you hear something to the contrary you may expect to see me within a week.
Bet
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