Friday, Jan 19, 1945
Uh oh, somehow Mommy let the Brooklyn family know that she and Daddy were married by a Justice of the Peace, not a Rabbi. Now my Brooklyn grandma is furious. In his letter today, Daddy wrote, “Oh lover, you let the cat out of the bag – I’ll bet my mother doesn’t believe now we were even married in a court. Oh Gosh, what’ll we do? Perhaps we ought to wait until spring and have your folks and my mother out and then have a regular [religious] ceremony. Darling, I’m awfully sorry I got you into that trouble.” He also wrote that it’s snowing in Denver and planes might not get through even if we make it to Chicago.
Uh oh, indeed! Ignore the tension and light the Sabbath candles