Wednesday, September 24
Dear Andrew and John
One month from day and I hope you'll be out of Seoul bag and baggage and by 24 hours. We're still having nice days and cool nights and it's supposed to get warmer later in the week; but no more of that humidity. About a week and a half ago, on a Saturday, it set a record around here with 97° but we didn't even notice it out there because of only 29% humidity.
I can't tell you anything more about the TV programs because I haven't been up to the third floor since Sunday night. Monday I had school and got home about 10:05 but had a sandwich and milk and read the paper while Ann went up to see "The Big Kill" on Westinghouse Studio One. I purposely left the radio and TV pages in the Times this week so you can get acquainted with the programs and any switches. Your good friend, Jackie Gleason, John, is on CBS Saturday nights the same time as the All Star Review, so that takes care of him. I just remembered the guests on Eddie Cantor next Sunday--Eddie Fisher and Lisa Kirk. Last night I was home early, which means 5:45, so it isn't much later than Catonsville, but after supper I ran Ann in to Parkville to Reads as she had to get some cheap nylons for Arlene. The school rules called for those ribbed lisle stockings for the high school girls but they took a vote on it and came up with nylons, I'm sorry to say. We were home again by eight but Tuesday is a poor TV night, so I invested a dollar in six beers and we sat in the living room talking and eating peanuts till about 9:30. Stevie wasn't feeling good yesterday; nothing serious, we hope, but some of what's going around, as they say, and he'd get those pains in his tummy. Mike and Kathy had long naps in the afternoon so they played on the floor. Mike had shown me a picture from that Currier and Ives book we've had from Book-of-the-Month Club days, of a horror depicting a bad man's moment of death as he lay in bed with bulging features and satan came through the window jamming him in the stomach with his fork. Mike wanted to know when that man came around and I told, him that was only a dream and had to explain further that dreams came from maybe eating something, like peanuts, before going to bed and some were good and some were bad but they couldn't hurt you. This was all several weeks ago. So last night he picked a peanut out of the can and looked at it and said he was going to eat it and I said OK one or two wouldn't hurt him. He sat there holding it and finally put it down and with a sigh said he didn't think he would as he didn't know if the dream would be bad or good. It didn't hold Kathy back though and she wedged all we'd allow her. Her eyes continue deep blue with the blackest lashes but when you see her be sure to remark on her "red" eyes and she now insists her lashes are red also. The Walcott-Marciano fight was also last night but they had it off both radio and TV in that theater arrangement. For $2.50 you get to see the feature and the fight. In Baltimore the Stanley and the State carried it and to 31 other cities in the country.
I called Cousin Anna yesterday noontime and she said they had been trying to get in touch with us. I had given her the 'phone number but they couldn't find it and when they called Catonsville all they could tell her out there was that the number had been disconnected. I called the Catonsville office later and asked them how come but they didn't know---said they were supposed to give the new number till the change was made in the books. Anyway, I said we'd pick them up some nice Sunday and let them see the place. Cousin Anna was all nervous over their kitchen. Their sink was falling apart so Cousin Claire offered to replace it and at the same time put a cabinet around it and paint the kitchen plus a new Celotex ceiling. They nearly dropped dead when the fellow said $1200. They've finally decided on just a new sink and painting for $300.
Cousin A asked again if we've heard from Mary as they were supposed to visit her and summer has become autumn.
I have it from good authority that Thanksgiving is on November 27 so we're figuring how you can make and be with us for both then and Chrristmas, that is Christmas and I think it can be done. There ought to be plenty of good country cider in those parts and just wait till you taste what Mommie does with electric cooking. She has been making apple pies that never grow cold.
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Next Posting: September 26, 1952
Copyright 2012 Stephen A Conner
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