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.
Charlie, The Mailman, 1955
This 1955 photograph shows Larry’s father, Charlie, who was a mailman for many years in Anderson, Indiana. He is standing on the sidewalk leading to their home. Charlie passed away in 1985.
September 11, 1968
Wednesday
September 11, 1968
9:30 PM
I wrote to you this morning and had the mailman (Abbott) take your letter. Since Dad is on vacation he can’t mail my letters this week.
I thought that I would start writing this evening and finish it tomorrow. It is really cold outside, so this morning when I went to turn the thermostat up, it wouldn’t go on. Dad couldn’t find out what was wrong with it, so we had to call a repair man and we had to get a new transformer in it. As yet we haven’t gotten the bill, but it will cost us, but at least we have some heat in the house now. I was telling dad that I think I will take the fan down and he said not to because we may have some hot weather yet. I remember last year I took the fan down early and it got hot and you gave me the devil for taking it down. (remember?)
Dad walked outside today and trimmed the shrubs and trees like he usually does this time of the year. I gave him hell for trimming the shrubs because he doesn’t give them a chance to grow.
January 22, 1968
Monday
January 22, 1968
9 A.M.
Dear Larry:
Here it is, Monday morning, a foggy day. Dad is at work, the kids at school and Joanna went to work also, and I am going to get busy with my washing in a few minutes.
We got home from Gen and Ray’s about 7 o’clock last night. You know how Gen is, she made us stay there for supper. Mark and Cinda, Lana and her boyfriend were there also, they all asked about you. I gave uncle Ray your address, he wanted it. I guess I am going to have to fix a big batch of spaghetti and meat balls one of these days and invite Mark and Cinda. Mark is about as bad as Larry T—–, he raves about my spaghetti.
January 18, 1968
Thursday
January 18, 1968
Dear Larry:
It is 9 A.M. so I thought I had better get started on your letter early as I sip on my tea. Dad took the letter I wrote yesterday when he went to work this morning. He was going to buy a book of stamps and put [them] in it, so by now you should have the stamps and they should last you for a while. I hope no one steals them if they are so hard to get. Uncle Tom just left so I had to take time out. He told me to tell you hello and that he would write to you as soon as he gets a chance. He said he didn’t expect you to write to him for he knows you can’t write to everyone, Aunt Mary said the same thing, so if you ever get any mail from them, let me know so I can tell them that you got their letter.
