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.