Thursday, October 1, 1924
While my father was ambivalent about traveling east because he was so frustrated, my mother was ambivalent because she was so happy. In a letter posted today, my mother explained to her sister-in-law:
I’m pretty sure I’ll be in New York the final week in November. I had planned on leaving here in the middle of October, but it would mean being away for a month, and that’s unthinkable. Two weeks will be bad enough! You have no idea how happy we’ve been these last three weeks – or perhaps I should speak only for myself. As you know, I’ve had a rocky time of the last four or five years. And I was almost resigned to the fact that I must atone for some crime committed by a thoughtless ancestor. There didn’t seem any other reason for it, because all my life I’d lived by the carefully instilled code of my parents; and they are pious people. Be that as it may, the score seems to be settled and now I anticipate a happy life with just a normal share of trouble. I suppose there should be come in everyone’s life to highlight the joys.
One letter out, none in today.