Sunday March 6, 1944
Within days after he arrived, my father had clinched his acceptance. His letter home is jubilant: “I have just been accepted. I’m so happy I don’t know what to do with myself. I hope this catches the air mail. Now money — I can’t figure out what to do – The best thing I think if possible is to go to Cooks and WIRE, because I need it soon (Oct. 4) $200 or $225 if possible – the more you send now – the less later – then in Feb you’ll have to wire about $150 — and start the $10 a month now. I may have enough money left out of the $225 (and I have $100 makes $325) to buy a mattress, linen, towels, etc – and then again, I may not need $10 a month at all but only $5 —- I hope you can send it — you must send it — $200 absolutely — $225 if possible – the Treasurer will hold any left in credit to me. – The whole trouble is that there is [a] $100 lab fee to pay – which cannot be divided into two parts – but must be paid all in a lump.- The whole trouble is the exchange – school costs 394 pounds a year for Everything – last year that was equal to $300 in American money – now its $500 in American money.” (My father says having enough money was always a problem.) For the next two years, letters and an occasional telegram would his only way to communicate with his family back home. But his photographs would flesh out what letters could not convey. Here’s his first accommodation. With a room at the Villa Liban, he was ready for adventure. Here’s a picture he just showed me of his new friends.