December 5, 1968
Thursday, Dec. 5, 1968
9:30 P.M.
Dear Larry:
Well, another day and no mail from you. But every day that goes by I keep hoping we hear from you.
We just got home from one of Karl’s games. They played South Side and got beat, but no wonder, the boys they played looked like giants compared to our boys. They looked like high school boys to me. It seems like about all the games they play, the boys are taller than ours and we just don’t have a chance.
December 1, 1968
Dec. 1, 1968
Larry,
Hi, what’s happenin’? Zero things are happenin’ around this dead town.
We got off Wednesday for Thanksgiving and Wednesday night, Carol Porter, Sharon Hacker and me got blitzed at Sharon’s house on Bali Hai wine. Thursday, we went down Aunt Mary’s to eat. It was okay. Me and Joanna left at 4:00 P.M. and she took me to Carol Porter’s house. We went out messing around with Sharon Hacker, Paul Lierman and Darrell Songer. We went bowling at Cooper’s. I saw Ron Hill and Denny Williamson there. Ron was home on leave.
November 25, 1968
Monday, November 25, 1968
10:45 P.M.
Dear Larry:
It is kinda late, but I thought I would write you a few lines anyway. We just got home from one of Karl’s games. They played Leach and won 30 to 29. Karl made the winning point which won the game for them. The 8th grade got beat 84 to 9. (Some score.) Those 8th graders on the Leach team were all big. They looked more like high school boys instead of 8th graders.
Dad didn’t go to the game because he had to work at the club, but I went with Eugene Zagoski and his wife.
November 18, 1968
Dear Larry:
A few lines to let you know we are ok and hope you are the same. I just got through talking to Aunt Mary on the phone and I guess Uncle Herald is driving to Bluffton Clinic everyday this week for check ups. He said that they don’t have room in the hospital so he has to drive everyday till they get him checked all over to see what is wrong with him.
We didn’t get any mail from you today. And we are still waiting for your films. The mail will probably be coming late with that the Christmas mail coming in.
November 16, 1968
Larry,
Hi man, what’s happenin’?! This is Fri. nite and there are zero things to do except go out and get BLITZED. I think I will, I usually do every once in a while.
Mother has been griping at me lately. Today, her gripe was the fact that she gave me $10.00 down payment for my class ring. My class ring should be tough. It’s yellow gold with aquamarine setting. It’s gonna be cool, I hope.
Have you been doing anything neat lately? Do you ever have a chance to get BLASTED DRUNK over there?
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Thomas wrote me and wants you to write to him. We have a bet on the AHS/MHHS basketball game. If MHHS wins, Thomas buys the liquor and we are gonna get drunk. If Anderson wins, I’ll buy the booze.
Well, I better go! Here’s an ugly picture of me.
Be good.
Carol
November 14, 1968
Thursday, Nov. 14 1968
8 P.M.
Dear Larry:
Here it is Thursday evening. Dad is sitting here in the living room. I asked him if he was going to write to you and he said for me to write to you and he would write tomorrow. He said he was going to look for something in the paper to put in with this letter.
Dad took Karl, Tresa and Carol to the dentist this evening for a checkup. Carol and Tresa’s teeth are in good shape, but Karl has to have a couple of teeth filled. The doctor said that Karl should chew sugarless gum because that is what is giving him his cavities.
Looking happy to be at the graveyard
Here is everyone (minus Charlie, who is probably taking the photo) standing behind the gravestone of Amelia’s parents. The Sacilowskis. In the front we have Tresa and Karl. In the back we have Amelia, Carol, Joanna and Larry. They all look over-joyed to be there.
November 13, 1968
Wednesday, Nov. 13, 1968
1:15 P.M.
Dear Larry:
Just finished hanging my washing on the line and thought I would drop you a few lines to let you know that we finally got your letter today and I must tell you that I feel relieved. I was so down in the dumps the last few days not hearing from you. We just couldn’t imagine what happened, because we have been getting a letter from you at least once a week. We really were not mad at you, but wish you would have had time to write and tell us that we wouldn’t be hearing from you. We all thought that you were on R&R but by the letter you were not. We thought you were supposed to go the 22nd of Oct. Do you still think you will go? If you don’t go, chances are that you may get home sooner.
November 2, 1968
Nov. 2, 1968
Sat. 9:45 A.M.
Dear Larry:
Even though we are not getting any mail from you, I thought I’d write. The last letter we got from you was written the 13th of October so it has been over 2 weeks since we got a letter. Dad said that you are probably on your R+R and having fun. Aunt Mary is waiting until I hear from you to send you a box. Maybe you might be moved and have a different address. Uncle Ray was over the other day and he said that he doesn’t understand why you didn’t get their box. He felt pretty bad about it and I can’t blame him. The only thing we can figure out is that it was probably stolen. He said that he put the address on it that I gave him so it couldn’t be the wrong address.
October 30, 1968
Wednesday Oct. 30, 1968
7:45 A.M.
Dear Larry:
Thought I would drop you a few lines while everything is nice and quiet here. The kids all left for school, Dad is at work, so I am sitting here sipping some tea and trying to think of what to write to you.
Carol said that she was going to go down Barbara’s house after school. I guess Barbara has “Mono,” some kind of a disease that her whole face is swelled up. So she will have to be out of school for some time, Carol said.
It has really been cold the last few days. The frost is still on the grass this morning. The weather man said that it will warm up today and maybe we will have a nice weekend. There are still a lot of leaves on the trees. The city crew has been coming around and taking them off the street and curbs. Dad and Tresa raked some of the leaves last weekend and Dad burned them.
