Wednesday, January 8, 1958 [first letter of 1958!]
Time flies by and if I don’t hurry you’ll not get even a note this week. Really, no news. But I suspect you’d like to know that things are normal. Cold out — the house is comfortable when it is calm. Did blow one day, however.
Still haven’t got the Christmas tree down. I dived into the clothes on Monday and yesterday. And today I have had a relapse and can’t get started. After all that work the baskets are still full. I suggest we move south or all wear blue jeans seven days a week.
Carol’s cold is worse, so I cancelled my appointment for Tuesday. I’ll go next Tuesday.
I suppose it takes a long time for answers, but I’d like to know how the auction on that house turned out.
Dorothy made her brownies for 4H. Very good. She’ll make a good cook. [That prediction came true!] She usually does a beautiful job of cleaning the kitchen on her turn at dishes.
Danny just heard one of “your” song’s “record” on radio and is in ecstasy. **
I hope you are catching up on your sleep better than I am; but knowing you, I doubt if you are. The children are getting caught up, but both Jimmy and Danny have turned into bed-wetters.
Mail man is coming so I’ll close.
All our love,
** Danny became a tenor who sings professionally. Here on YouTube is a recording of him singing O Holy Night about twenty years after this letter was written.
Carol, I do read all of your blog entries and am in awe of your mother and how she kept things together with your dad away from home. Hope you are well. love and prayers, jep