Happy Halloween, courtesy of our front steps and the ancient Rite Aid skeleton.
Thursday, October 31, 2019
September 17, 1943
"Hi Sugar Puss, Night and Day, Begin the Beguine, Stardust - some moody music and I'm ready to junk this place and come home to you. But I can dream and I do... Fired a 45 pistol today and made a good score as a whole - a point above average and not many did that. Having to accept that this job calls for me issuing passes and it is a real headache and no fooling. You get more people sore at you for following orders. Just can't help it if I hate to disobey... Had a sandwich before coming out here. The place I ate is where I left a pack of cigs on the table. Sure enough, the waitress saved them and gave them to a fellow to give to me. Didn't know they had such people left but I guess there are a few of them here and there. I love you awfully, Lee"
Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Monday, October 28, 2019
Like a Big Silver Hug
Teddy was a little clingy and off. Not sure if it's the fires or the smoke or his horoscope. Here he is modeling his new Thunder Shirt™ It seems to make him feel more secure. And of course, now I want one.
Sunday, October 27, 2019
Smacksy Sunday Links
Creating the habit of not being busy.
You are not your clothes.
The right book.
The not-so-lost world of the Parisian salon.
French flea market finds I can't stop thinking about.
And all these cats.
Happy Sunday.
Friday, October 25, 2019
Some More Love, Lee
My grandfather wrote to my grandmother about the upcoming birth of their child, who would be my mother. Not clear exactly what ailment had brought him to the hospital.
Camp Howze, Texas
September 14, 1943
"Hi Sugar Puss, One of the fellows told me to look up the rules and regulations on the warrant officer business because there was one open and he thought that I could qualify. I told him I would look into it as soon as I was back from the hospital. I couldn't do hardly anything now, the way I feel. Getting to the point where I can't drink milk or coffee 'cause my nerves go to pieces over nothing. Received confirmation to the effect that they give convalescent furloughs while you're in the hospital that don't count against your allotted time. If such is the case and I can get it, I'll try for twelve days again. That would be swell wouldn't it? Sure am looking forward to the day when I can pick up the little fellow who will hold so much happiness in his little hands. He seems so doggone long getting here - tell him to hurry up a bit - will ya? I sit here thinking of all the things I want to get back to and I sure do get blue. I love you a lot Puss, and I really do think of you all the time..."
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