Sunday, Sept. 13, 1942
The marriage announcement had certainly come as a surprise to my grandparents. In a March 9 letter my mother promised her parents: “I’m quite sure I will commute from home for the summer months.”
But in a letter written that same day that crossed hers, my grandfather expressed frustration:“Parents usually are the best friends, which is only 75% or so relinquished at the marriage of a child. And therefore only with rare exceptions should you break your promise [to visit on] the weekends…Now the easiest victory would be starting not to promise… And the rest will be easy.”
Then, when she did come home for a visit in April, her mother opened her purse and read a letter about the upcoming trip to Chicago. There was a huge row over the right to privacy as well as the trip itself. On April 29, my grandfather wrote “…the purse searching does not look to me as it does to you” adding “I’m not going to advise you what to do. Your feelings are your own and you will surely act in accordance and one month away is nothing to talk about.”
In May she again assured her parents, “I have no further plans at present, so you can rely on my being in here for at least a couple of months.”
But by August, my parents were exchanging daily letters as the planned trip drew near and my father was looking for accommodations: “It was a fierce struggle while it lasted but it’s over now – I took an apartment today.” It was a furnished apartment 15 minutes from the Loop with a kitchen “you could just about put a dishrag in.” At $60 a month, it even had maid service! “I’m not asking you to like it,” he wrote my mother, “though secretly I hope you do, but I’m hoping you’ll bear with me and it until we make other plans… Besides, I paid $30 in advance.”
Now they waited the reaction from my mother’s parents. But settled in their new apartment, they had the Chicago Tribune Sunday paper for distraction. That day, the Sports section (p.33) analyzed the hit that enabled the Cardinals to beat the Dodgers 2-1. On page 65 Mary Meade advised readers to eat a good breakfast and offered a breakfast muffin recipe. And the funnies, always a favorite in my family, included a stylish paper doll.