A Sad Angry Day

Tuesday, Sept. 29, 1942

In the summer, my father had promised his sister that he’d visit New York in July – if his car held out. Now he was threatening a boycott.

Today he wrote his sister: “Personally I’ve stopped thinking of our house as ‘home’ anymore. And if it weren’t for my wife’s urging, I would have stopped writing to Mom after Sept. 11 – When I do come to New York in November, I’ll come to the house only for one reason, to remove my effects, that’s all.”

This standoff was resolved ended when I came along.

One letter out today,  none in.

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