Thursday
My Dearest Paul,
It was good to have your letter today, dear-
Had a couple of right interesting experiences this morning. The Family Service Agency here is trying to establish a placement home for illegitimate children etc., and a prominent citizen left $5000 for that purpose, but, of course, that won’t last for long and what they want to do is to appeal to the Community Chest for more money, but before they do this, they first want to find out from some of the various ministers and doctors what they think about it before they ask the chest for help. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is the Agency called our circle leader and asked if we would help interview some of them, so four of us are going to do it and Martha Dillon and I went to see a doctor and a Greek priest, minister or whatever he is called, this AM. It was funny, he has been in this country for 23 yrs, and he still can’t speak any English. His niece acted as his interpreter, and, really, she was one of the loneliest girls I ever saw. He didn’t get a great deal of information from him as it seems Greeks don’t run into such situations very often. I didn’t know until the girl told us that there are only 50 Greek families here in Winston. The doctor we called on, though, filled us full with his experiences and he was very much in favor of establishing such a home here. We have several more ministers to tell call on next week and I imagine it will be interesting to hear what they have to say. I thoroughly enjoyed this morning, but enough of this. I’ll love you no end raining or sun.
I know you
will have a good time in
Heard Danny Kaye last night, and he played “Where the Mountains Meet the Sky”. One of the boys in the band wrote it, so maybe that is why he plays it so much.
That will be nice if we can go west, but then, dear, just as long as I’m with you it really won’t make any difference to me where we go.
They’re having a Memorial Service for Joe Simpson this afternoon at five. Honestly, his death has certainly upset everyone here, and Bill, his oldest brother, is really pathetic. You’ve met him (our Saturday night down at Summit Drug Store) he was the one gathering about Beulow’s – pardon me – I mean Captain (Oak Ridge Military Institute) Merriman’s age, remember?
You asked in you letter when I thought I could come up. I can come anytime, dear, as I’ve saved enough pennies, so whenever you don’t have any other affairs and want to see me let me know. I don’t want to be with Mary Lou, and Dick either and whenever I do come, I’m not going to tell Carolyn or anybody here until the last minute that I’m going so they won’t write her that I’m planning to be there any certain time. I do think, however, that I will call her night before you leave for Quantico on Sunday night and if it is convenient I’ll spend that night and maybe a day or two with her because I believe from her letter she sort of felt it a little that we didn’t get in touch with them that week, and if I didn’t call her the next time I was there she probably would think something about it. If it were not for people here writing and telling her about my being in Washington, I could get by again without calling, as long though as you’re there dear, I’m not saying a word her for I don’t want to be with anyone but you.
Master Donald, as you call him, is going in as a Private, but hear that he is getting it fixed so he can do clinical work. That is what he says. He will do, though as the Army says, Imagine; don’t you, dear?
You’re my every thought, and you know, dear, that I love you with all my heart –
Lucille