Bette Davis Takes A Fall

Monday, October 20, 1952

Dear Andrew and John,

We've started around on the virus again. Arlene was running a temperature Saturday and Sunday but wouldn't stay in bed. Yesterday was such a beautiful day, though, that we didn't want to wait any longer. Before I went to church with Arlene at 10:30, I gave the Boehms a call and told them we would pick them up about 1:00. Came back from church a bit piffed because I missed Communion for the first time since New Year's 1945--on a Sunday, that is. Don't know what happened; when the bells rang at Communion time the altar boys hopped up and went for the water and wine instead of the plates. The people looked at one another but no one attempted to do anything about it. We left home at 12:15, just Ann, the little ones and myself and went in at Cousin A's and Cousin C's for a minute to see their newly decorated kitchen. We were back at 2:30, gave them a tour of the place and sat around and talked. They stayed and ate with us and didn't leave till 7:15. I made the round trip taking them home, taking my time, and was back in the house at 9:10. I'm glad we did it yesterday; it was 65° and the route all the way is lined with trees that have just turned. You no doubt had a quick glimpse of autumn as your winter set in with a bang. Over night the temperature here fell to 40° and when I called Ann this morning to tell her Aunt Til had called me to say hello, Ann said it started to snow at 9 this morning and at that time - 12:15 - it was still coming down. I'm sure it won't lay. Tonight, the weather man says 26° so we're getting into your territory. The only thing is, yours is there to stay and ours is so changeable. I think Cousin A and C. liked the place except they wouldn't want to live out there. They acknowledged that with a car town was very accessible. Cousin Anna even took a glass of our special blend $1.69 a half-gallon sherry.

Arlene got her pup on Saturday morning and I have to admit it's a pretty nice hound. Four months old, housebroken, even though it stays in the cellar, and all white with black dots and a black ear. Name of Lady MacBeth but we call it Mac for short as everyone refers to her as him. Mike tolerates him, I mean her; Kathy loves her and leaves her; but Stevie eats it up. He trails it around the yard and shares his cookies with her. I don't think it will grow as large as I mentally predicted as we find it is dalmatian with just a dash of bird dog. In her gallops around the yard, every once in awhile she'll stop, raise one paw, straighten the tail and point a bird perfectly. Maybe you'd get used to her.

We did the usual grocery shopping in Jacksonville on Saturday, I mean Friday night, but drove in as far as Parkville Saturday afternoon to the 10-cent store. We got around to TV promptly at eight so as not to miss Jimmy Durante with Frankie Sinatra. It was a very good show and Frankie kept out of it most of the time. Somehow Show of Shows continues just as good and the guest hostess was a bit different this time - Alicia Markova, the ballerina. She did a 15 minute bit toward the end from Les Sylphis or whatever that ballet is. Gunther's Playhouse had another 2 hour film "International Lady" with George Brent, Illona Massey and Basil Rathbone. It was an A, with nothing but familiar supporting actors but I managed to see a 1942 copyright date. A little earlier in the evening we missed "Bicycle Thief" which I told you was presented last summer for the first time on TV. So, as I've said, they're going around again and you'll be just in time for some good ones.

In one of the envelopes or in with the movie review of the Times I'm going to put a review of Bette Davis' new "Two's Company" show I mentioned not having heard when I wrote about Tallulah last week. Coming in to town in the car this morning - I have the radio on for the news and heard that Bette collapsed in Chicago last night where Two's Company was putting on its first performance. She had to be carried from the stage in the first scene by two stagehands, the commentator said, but was back to finish the end of the show and made a curtain call to tell the people "You can't say I didn't fall for you."

Streett Baldwin died yesterday afternoon; was only 58, the papers say. He was coming around Saturday even though he couldn't speak but contracted pneumonia and that finished him.

That last paragraph of yours, Andrew, about the visit from our mutual "cousin" was something. The letter just came this morning. I couldn't resist telling Ann about it lunchtime. I asked Cousins, A & C if they had heard anything and they said no, their trip to Chase never materialized. We'll have to have Aunt Hannah out sometime and see if she will tell us the score because I'm sure she knows.

The postman dropped by the house the other night to ask if I would buy stamps or if I could buy stamps for Doctor from them and not here in town. I told him Ca-Ma-Sil used a postage meter and that the rest of the stamps didn't amount to more than 10 or 15 a month. He said that strange as it may sound that would mean a lot of business for him. So I've gotten permission to get most of our regular stamps out there. I noticed they have an Esso gas dispenser next to the store so I dropped by Friday, being pretty low. Mr. Sewell was coming out of the store with a pan of something as I went in and I said I wanted to get some gas. He said just to help myself and give the money to Ma; that if she wasn't in the store, just to yell and she'd answer. And that's what happened. I also found the mail doesn't come out on the Ma and Pa. It comes twice a day, delivered by truck, morning and afternoon. The postman's route, he told me, measures a little over 50 miles and he has 1,475 stops or potential ones. That's really something and I'm glad we're about the first on the list.

Stay well till you get the heck out of there and I'll get off a few more letters until I hear from you that you're sure you're moving out the end of the month.

END OF LETTER

Next Posting: October 21, 1952

Copyright 2012 Stephen A Conner

A Trip to Hydes and No Room in the Bed

Friday, October 17, 1952

Dear Andrew and John,

We've been having such beautiful weather, it must be due for a change. Each day the paper has predicted rain or cold and it has continued to warm up in the morning and today is another in the seventies. The warmth of the ground and the condensation has caused early fog, though, and wait till you see it. Coming in toward town or rather until you hit the road to Towson there are several mile stretches where you couldn't see one car length in front or behind. But you only find this during the fall or spring or perhaps some warmer winter weather. Did you notice the flowers advertised on the back of the Times movie section of last week; to bloom from November to March.

If this weather and our health holds out, we plan on getting Cousin Anna and Cousin Claire Sunday for the afternoon. I haven't called them and don't intend to until Sunday to see how things turn out. We did get a 'phone call at home from Cousin Claire on Wednesday just to see how things were. I haven't talked with Cousin Anna since week before last.

Annie Clapsaddle called me here at the office to say they were back from Texas. Does not intend to call out home any more since they charged her 75¢ for the last call. They brought Earl's mother back with them and Earl does not know whether he is going back to Bridgeport, Conn. to work or perhaps somewhere in Canada.

It was such a nice day Wednesday, that Ann took the kids for a walk to the Hydes Post Office, which is where the Ma and Pa Railroad crosses Hydes Road on the map. I paced it off with the car and it comes to 7/10 of a mile so it isn't too far but they got a ride back with the postman which didn't hurt any. I believe I have already told you that Peterson's said they open at 7:30 and close around 9:30. I asked the feller at the Post Office-general store for his hours and he called to the back room, "Hey, Ma, what time would you say we close up evenings?" She yelled back, "Oh, about midnight". So there you are. You never have to worry about running out of anything with him that close. Suprisingly enough his things are fresh though they do cost a penny or two more. Ann and I laughed at his window decoration-several boxes of Kotex piled atop five or six shotguns and dozens of packages of shells.

I find I haven't another darn thing to tell you. The little ones are still sleeping beautifully from about 7 or 8 p.m. till 1 a.m. Then we start playing checkers: in comes Mike to our bed. Kathy can climb over her lowered sides and she will appear next or Stevie will use one of his three words and call me. I can't fit any more so I go in the other room to Michael's bed. Or if Stevie and Kathy monopolize our bed I take to the couch. When it gets colder I'm going to protest.

I'll get another out on Monday but just like you to hear from us. Ann says she'll talk your ears off when you get home.

END OF LETTER

Editor's notes:
Ann Clapsaddle is Ann's friend from high school.

Next Posting: October 20, 1952

Copyright 2012 Stephen A Conner

Blow Out The Candles And Then You're Five

Tuesday, August 19

Dear Andrew and John,

Keep your fingers crossed. We may have something here. Nothing is definite as yet but Mr. Corbett of Schatz dropped by the house last night to tell Ann the Seicke's had put a deposit of $500 with them on the house. The reason I say it is not definite is that they have not approached the bank or Building and Loan for the financial arrangements. I understand if they placed the money with the real estate dealer with that agreement, they will get their cash back but if they don't specify, they lose the down payment if the financing falls through. So Ann is trying to learn more of the details this morning so that she will know whether to notify the movers for next Monday, August 25. Andrew, you said not to mention cash so I won't, but if either you or John wants to know the selling price, just ask. We didn't get what Schatz led us to believe, but we'll be able to take tare of the mortgage, the moving and Arlene's tuition all right.

Let's get off the subject a little while; or maybe better not for I've just read the above paragraph and you're wondering who in the heck the Seicke's are. First thing last Saturday morning Ann said she was tired of this fooling around and would get something out of Schatz. Up there she went at 9 a.m. and back in fifteen minutes. She didn't see either of them but scarcely had she walked in the house when the 'phone rang, and an agent wanted to show the house on Sunday at 2 p.m. I hung up the receiver and Mr. Corbett, of Schatz, was knocking on the side door asking to show the place that afternoon at 1 o'clock. He came on time with one of the Seicke's, a wife and one kid. I don't know which one it is but at the present time they live right on the corner of Bloomingdale and Bishops in a large shingled semi-detached house -- the one bordering right on the turn. I thought at the time they were interested because they were the first ones who asked to see the cellar and I had just been down there wiping up the last traces of water. From the entrance way back it was all nice and dry. The prospects on Sunday were in and out of the house so fast you would have thought a dog was chasing them, so we knew there was no hope there. Yesterday I tried to get Schatz all day but could talk to no one but Marion. She asked to be remembered to you, but I can't picture her. I had school last night and came home via Bishops Lane, hoping to drop in and ask if they were considering the house as they don't have a 'phone; however, the first floor was dark and only one light on the second so I kept on going. Ann was waiting for me on the porch, wondering why I hadn't called from school. She had left word there and they didn't relay the message. She wasn't excited or anything; it's a sort of anti-climax.

Back to Saturday, we were going to confession in the afternoon but we put it off till 7:30 and Arlene watched the little ones who were poohed. They were in bed by six-all three, so after confession we rode down the Edmondson Highway to Ellen and Jerry's. They weren't home so we continued on over to Irvington and visited with Cousin Anne and Cousin Claire for almost an hour. Cousin Claire said she had a letter--from John I think, and she said you were thinking of living in Catonsville some day. Well, just remember, you're to stay with us just as long as you care to--both of you. Even though we couldn't get your things moved out there, we're not squeezed on room. We even planned the evening of the day we first saw the place that we would try to put the Hide-A-Bed in the one bedroom with the kids so that when you returned you would have a bedroom all to yourselves. The Hide-A-Bed has lasted us nightly for over two years now-no, I'm wrong, it was one year in May, but anyway I'm sure it will hold out for another year or so. It better had. I want to see them move the thing it weighs over 400 pounds.

Cousin Claire looks OK now and is supposed to be back at work as of yesterday. They hadn't heard anything of Mary and wondered because she was supposed to come out during July and take them out to her place.

You're right, we sure do miss the TV set. This last was the longest week end I ever spent. We were back from the Boehms about a quarter to nine and with fooling around and reading in bed, were asleep before eleven. After the people rushed through the house on Sunday, Ann suggested dinner and getting out for a ride. We ate about three and Ann had a cake she had made for Mike's birthday so we invited Jane and Edward in. All morning long Mike had been announcing that he was not 5 yet. We said yes as of early that morning. After we lit, I mean lighted the candles and he blew them out he proudly announced, "Now, I'm five years old!" We decided the drive to Ann's cousin, Dot's, place at Middle River, but when we got there no one was home so Aunt Alice's is only fifteen minutes away and that's where we ended up. We didn't get there till 6:30 and found Sammy and Pud visiting. Pud took Ann to see their apartment and when they returned at 8:00 we headed for home. I came out to get some diapers out of the car and Virginia and Dee skidded to a stop, coming up Bloomsbury. Virginia had been trying to call Ann all afternoon to find out what time we were going to move as she had offered to help out on Monday„ I had to tell her it was all off but Ann got her last night and she was up for awhile yesterday and offered to lend a hand next Monday, if that is the date.

We heard on the radio this morning that the southern part of Korea was hit by a typhoon with 100 mile and hour winds so I guess you got part of it up your way.

Got a nice long letter from Brother Bertin, answering mine of last November 27. He said he has not been in Baltimore for any length of time but during July drove up from Camp Calvert with Brother Malcolm to drop Brother Hilary off and returned right away late at night. Says he is well and still at St. John's Prep, Danvers, Mass. That was last Friday, the day they change their slates.

END OF LETTER

Editor's Notes:
Charles' family is moving from Catonsville. Charles' employers, Dr. and Mrs. Burton, have promised him the use of one of their houses in Long Green Valley.
Virginia is a friend of John's.

Next Posting: August 21, 1952

Copyright 2012 Stephen A Conner

Swimming Pools and When To Say "Excuse Me"

Monday, August 4, 1952

Dear Andrew and John,

I don't have such to tell you. No sale for the house as yet and I'm starting to getting a little of the jitters. I 'phoned Cousin Ann today and learned that Cousin Claire has been ordered to stay home for a week or two and was just then leaving for the doctor's. Right after that (noontime) I called Aunt Helen and told her we hoped August 18th was a definite moving date and she said she had heard from you and that Uncle Andy was doing very well, better than they expected.

I picked up the family at Annie Clapsaddle's on Friday. Or rather I stayed to dinner first and when Ann suggested we leave a little after seven I noticed there was no objection from Mrs. C. Stevie, they said, had the time of his life. They had one of those inflatable swimming pools and he would run across the yard and fall full length in the water. Every time he takes a bath now he buries his head in the water and bubbles away. When I walked out in the back yard out there I found Kathy two inches away from a pit black wasp blowing in his face. The wasp didn't hurt her but went right over and bit Mike. I put iodine on it and it is still sore but not painful. By the time we got one block away, they were all asleep and didn't awaken till seven on Saturday morning. Stephen was standing on the back seat of the car looking out the window, too quietly I thought, and when Arlene turned to investigate from where she was reading, she found him sound asleep standing up.

Saturday it was rainy in the morning and hot and humid in the afternoon. We stayed close to home except for store shopping for groceries. Sunday was also quiet and we took a short ride about six coming back the new highway at Montgomery Road where the Varsity has opened a new place called the "Pig'N Whistle". I read an ad in the Argus about an opening special on home made ice cream at 95¢ a half gallon and as I had my rider money I treated the family. For some reason I have been off ice cream for about a year and I bet you're ljst the opposite, especially if you can't get it. Back to Saturday night movie TV, the two non-commercial movies presented by ABC were pretty sad; No. 1: Almost Sixteen with Gale Storm and Robert Henry; No. 2: Criminal Investigator with Robert Lowery and Edith Fellows. The Gunther Playhouse was a little better. You may have seen "Raw Deal" with Dennis O'Keefe, Claire Trevor, and Marsha Hunt. One of those he breaks out of jail and they hunt him down while he's hunting somebody else.

We were still laughing over Aunt Hannah's Monroe Street slogan and John's back slapping. The slogan has also been going around, Edmondson Village by Christmas. I don't know if Ann told you about Mike and his children's bright saying, but I'll repeat it. He was engrossed in a book and Kathy was sitting beside him on the couch. She made a very unladylike noise through her little bottom and Michael, without turning away from his book said, "When you do that, Kathy, you're supposed to put your hand over your mouth and say 'Excuse me'."

More as the week and other things progress, we hope.

END OF LETTER

Editor's Notes:
Charles' family is moving from Catonsville.

Next Posting: August 6, 1952

Copyright 2012 Stephen A Conner

Mike Goes Up The Hill

Friday, August 1, 1952

Dear Andrew and John,

I worked out the Doctor's again yesterday and picked up a little more information on the house. Mrs. B. came into the Doctor's den and we sat and talked for more than half an hour. She spent the day out at the farms on Tuesday and rounded up some things she is contributing. Among other things, she has eight mahogony chairs for us, also a couch which she is having upholstered which means we can put our Hide-A-Bed upstairs for extra sleeping space and she has another bed for us, which Arlene may use, or we may take the big maple one Arlene is using now and finally she has a folding bed plus a desk. She says she had three boys from the farms bringing things down to the house from storage space in the barns and tried them out for position. Ann is perfectly satisfied to accept gifts as what we have at present wouldn't go too far out there and it looks as though there won't be any wherewithal to get any extras if we have to drop the price of the house at 25. Nothing new except Schatz called yesterday and said he had a good prospect who was coming at 8:30 last night. I had school so Ann and Arlene scrubbed the place and even swept the cellar and then nobody showed up. Getting back to the new place, I have put in for a telephone which comes through Bel Air, but is a FORK number. The only thing available is on a four party line but at least it's a 'phone.

Ann overheard a little discussion between Michael and Jane and Edward on Tuesday. Our only problem with Mike is that he goes "up the hill" as we call it, to the houses bordering on the school and Frederick Road, where Tyson Morsberger and Dolores nee Moore's families live. He also makes trips without permission to Shepherd's back yard, next to Pierpoint's, where, believe it or not, Bill Shepherd has two of the nicest kids, one of each, about 4 and 5. Ann doesn't mind him playing with them, in fact prefers it to J & E, but doesn't like him out of sight or sound. Anyway, back to the story, Ann heard Mike beg Jane and Edward to stop teasing him-they gang up on him once in awhile and he busted Edward last week. They kept it up and finally Mike said, "Jane and Edward, I'm not playing with you any more, I'm going down Sissy and Billy's." He started down toward the school-field with a determined stride and Ann was about to give a shout when Edward ran after him and begged, "Don't go, Mike, we won't have anyone to play with." Without breaking his stride, Mike looked over his shoulder and said "Tough", and kept right on going. Ann said she wouldn't have stopped him then if he had been headed for Irvington.

I called Cousin Ann last night before I left school--about 9:20, and she said the doctor has given permission for Cousin Claire to come home today but that she must remain in bed. The doctor has given her a prescription for Aureomycin capsules which she has to take day and night as he says there is still a deep infection there and the cough remains

When I reached home last night, Ann had just talked with Annie Clapsaddle who told our Ann she needed to get away for a day and to bring the family over the her place as her Mom and Pop have gone to Wildwood and I could pick them up this evening. Ann said she would if I could bring them over this morning; so I took them there at 8:15 this a.m. and Annie Clap is going to wish she had kept her big mouth shut by the time I go get them this evening.

END OF LETTER

Editor's Notes:
Charles works for Dr. and Mrs. Burton who have promised him the use of a larger house near their farms northeast of Baltimore. At one time the house was an Inn.
Charles also teaches nights for the Baltimore Institute - a business school.

Next Posting: August 4, 1952

Copyright 2012 Stephen A Conner

A Tour of "The Inn" and Cousin Claire

Tuesday, July 29, 1952

Dear Andrew and John,

Sorry I couldn't get something off to you yesterday but with working for Doctor and cleaning things up in order to get over school the time disappeared. I guess I'd better tell you first about our tour of the house. When Mrs. B. told me Friday she would call on Sunday I thought she was going to put it off again; and more so on Sunday as it clouded up about midmorning and rained a little. But on the dot of twelve she 'phoned and only I talked with her and she agreed to meet us out there at 2:30. We left home at one so as not to take any chances and by the time we passed through town the sun was out and the weather as beautiful. Taking it easy I timed it out to the house in 1 hr. and 3 minutes. We were early so I also measured the distance to the church and school and it's a little more than the stone's throw I may have led you to believe. Its about the same distance as to St. Mark's but on the same Long Green Pike and sits back a hundred or so feet from the road. We went back to the house and parked out front till they arrived at 2:35. If time permits, I'll sketch a floor plan and put in one of your envelopes but this is the way it lines up. The porch is concrete or stone and is at street level. So is the entrance to the front door. Now the house is not on a grand a glorious scale for which we are happy; I mean by that the Inn, as it was called, was over 50 years old when Doctor bought it. But he has put in all hard wood floors and insulated it. The front room is maybe twenty two or three feet by about eighteen. If you come in the front door and walk straight ahead there are two large French doors with frosted glass. Opened, they make the front look larger and lead into the dining room. This is a strange sized room. It is about twenty some feet wide but only ten feet long or rather vice versa. It has a large buffet built in (probably part of the old Inn bar) with plenty of storage space. The main thing this room has to offer is the alcove on the south. There are two windows and it would make a perfect dining place for a small family but we intend to use the kitchen....which is nice and large. Mommie has her windows over the sink and built in cabinets. There is a Hotpoint electric stove with the automatic cooking features and on the opposite wall from the built in stuff, there is an arrangement for the washer which I will try to picture. It is about three times as deep as an ordinary sink and has separate hot and cold faucets and in our opinion is also very handy for washing dirty little ones. The back door goes one step down, I think, onto a cement patio--small---and then three more steps to the back yard which is wonderful. From one look, I'm a bit confused on the general makeup but I remember lattice work and an archway of wood and plenty of play space for the kids. There is a cement walk and a gate around the side and another walk straight ahead from the kitchen door which leads to the garage through another gate. The yard is fenced and then tree type hedges to a height of maybe ten feet have been allowed to grow over the fencing and three tremendous trees (oak I believe) provide shade and breezes. It is entirely grass covered even though the former occupants had 5 kids. The cellar, here we go again, has no inside the house entrance. There are steel doors on a concrete foundation and go down to a beautiful heating system. But the basement is only about as big as our kitchen at 25. In one corner is the three or four hundred gallon tank for the well water which is filtered and softened. The furnace is a good national Radiator special with a summer-winter oil hook-up. There is just oil for heating and electricity--no gas. To move on with the tour, there are doors out of the front room and midst room to a hall with plenty of closet space under the stairs and a small room which the former occupants used for a telephone booth complete with door. The stairs to the second floor lead to the bathroom on the right--built in tub with shower out of the wall, built in cabinet "for all of Ann's lotions and perfumes" and no plunger standing in the corner. There are two bedrooms on this second floor which was formerly the dance hall part of the Inn. They are not overly large as it would seem but more than enough room. Up again to the third floor, there is one large room, not all the way across both houses, but almost so. There is one nice little alcove with a built in book shelf. In the one closet there is a door which leads to the unfinished or storage part where they keep storm windows and other junk. Sunday was a warm day and walking from the third floor room to this uncompleted section was a noticeable change of about 20 degrees in temperature. So I hope you're back in time to help fix the place up for Christmas; better yet, I hope you're there for Thanksgiving dinner. Mrs. Burton called me this morning and said she's going out to the country today and will look around to see if she has a couple of old chairs and a couch which can be fixed up and donated. I think Ann 's pretty happy about it just as long as there is not too much interference from you know who. And I'm willing to go along just so they are satisfied. They have started to paint the downstairs again and are making everything white. I'm trying somehow to put across that we think everything is nice and much more than adequate but for you not to expect the smoothness of 20th Century design. Anyway, here's hoping things work out and we get rid of our present place. We received a nice letter from Schatz hoping the same before he gives up trying on August 24.

Now back to other news. Early Saturday morning Cousin Anna called and I answered, She was crying and said they had taken Cousin Claire to Bon Secours Friday night with pneumonia. I offered the car and she said she would be ready about 10:30. Stevie went to his morning nap and Arlene watched Mike and Kathy so Ann could go along. We found Cousin Claire in a private room with the window wide open and just a hospital gown on with her feet out. She said they had gone over her and didn't know what it was, but not pneumonia. While we were there she had a terrible coughing spell which continues, she says until chunks of something are expelled. We stayed till twelve and left Cousin Anna for the day. I called on Sunday, Monday and again an hour ago. Yesterday Cousin Ann was crying and said it was no better; that they had taken X-rays and tests and found nothing wrong but the coughing was making her so weak. They said it might be some kind of allergy from dogs or sheep. This morning Cousin Ann said she was somewhat better and they had her constantly inhaling the fumes of some electric device and would know more this afternoon. I offered to pick her up and bring her home this evening if nothing happens and will let you know the score in another day or so.

I filled in for Mrs. Brown again last week and didn't see much of home. There were only two classes on Tuesday and one on Friday but the staying around breaks up the night. Ann was disgusted with me because he pays according to classes and not nights and I agree it was not worth it, but I was helping Mrs. B. and not B. H.

Saturday night we saw three movies. To fill in time, ABC put on two shows - 8 to 9 and 9 to 10. The first was a mystery with unknown stars and 1935 vehicles and the second was James Dunn in another mystery titled, believe it or not, "The Luck of the Irish". The redeeming feature of both was that there was not a pause for station break or advertising in the full hour each ran. Then came the Gunther Playhouse which you may have seen: "Twin Beds" with George Brent, Joan Bennett, Misha Auer, Glenda Farrell, Una Merkel and Ernest Truex. We liked it. The rest of the week had been taken up with the convention, of which I saw a little bit on Wednesday. Last night, the summer Westinghouse Studio One was pretty good with "The Last Thing I Do" but the acting is way off from the pros.

A number of news dispatches have been issued on the violent rains you have been having. Another thing, I must have missed the Service Sun when they acknowledged your letter, Andrew. I don't know where they've been hiding it since I sent you that one clipping.

I'll drop you another note tomorrow or Thursday with at least the news about seeing Cousin Claire tonight.

END OF LETTER

Editor's Notes:
Charles works for Dr. and Mrs. Burton who have promised him the use of a larger house near their farms northeast of Baltimore. At one time the house was an Inn.
Charles also teaches nights for the Baltimore Institute - a business school.

Next Posting: August 1, 1952

Copyright 2012 Stephen A Conner