Tuesday, Oct. 13, 1942
This has been a long stretch without letters. Yet the ones I do have reveal that quite a lot was going on.
First, my father was very concerned about his mother, who had only recently been widowed and was struggling to make ends meet. (He had already pledged to send $10 a month.) In August he advised his sister, about their mother’s unexplained absences from the house:
“I don’t know what to do about mom – I don’t know, of course, where she goes, but I recognize she visits someone – possibly she even goes to the cemetery. Why don’t you try to stay with her? I think I’ll take your suggestion about sending her gifts every month.”
Second, he and my mother were hunting for a larger apartment or small house closer to the Veterans Administration Hospital in Hines, Illinois. (Here’s what it looks like today.) They were already looking within weeks after getting married. On Sept. 30, my father wrote to his sister:
“We haven’t found a house yet to rent that we like but we have hopes…”
But third, and hardly last, he and my mother wanted to start a family. The first clue comes in an Oct. 5, 1942 letter from my father to his sister who was already pregnant and very near her due date:
“Now I want you to do something for me as soon as you possibly can. I want you to send me the blue-covered notebook about pregnancy that you had all the time—roll it up, wrap it, and send it to me as soon as you can lay hands on it – it’s no good to you any more and you quite probably won’t need it – so send it to me.”
No letters today.