Dear Stan;
Surprise; yes its me. Do you know why. Tis a short, short story. I am at June's house trying to get some some sleep but leave it to Wally- he broke into my dreams. Doesn't make much sense- does it. Well Wally called June and afterwards I was sitting up in bed- wide awake and waiting to hear all- now June is writing Wally so not wanting June to have anything on me- I'm writing you- so Hello.
Hello and how are you. Is life in the wilds of Ark agreeing with you ??? Tell me what is your new horse's name- after all- I can't say how's whazaname- You are liable to think I mean anything from soup to nuts.
Golly I have so much to tell you. I don't know where to start or for that matter where to finish.
G O S S I P
Did you know Hummy's brother Ed is working in A.A. now. Yes he is and it's almost like another Hummy- especially when he says "Heck no" You know their special way. Now with Jim S, brother John, and Hummy's brother- the roll call will sound something like Sullivan, Boer, etc. A few of us from the office went riding today and had fun fun. June and I went down to see Loraine tonight and to wish her "Happy Birthday." Yes Loraine and Marty are engaged. June tells me it's a beautiful ring. Two sentences before I forgot to tell you Loraine wasn't home- hence the second hand talk about L's ring.
You know what- my poor top knob is taking an awful beating these days. Last week at the cottage the boom on the sailboat swung around caught me by surprise and gashed my head when I wasn't looking. Poor me. And that ain't all. Such English Thursday night I took up flying. My horse- Arab by name fell- so swift I didn't even know he fell and the next thing I know I was flying through the air with the greatest of ease and again I say I landed on my head . Twas a sad moment. And am I mad. Not even a black and blue mark on my forehead to show for all my suffering- just a stiff neck and aching shoulder was all I acquired and nobody thought that worthwhile mentioning. Poor, pour me [sic]. I make a good self sympathizer don't I. Do you need any sympathy?
If you could see us- June and I- I mean. We are sitting side by side on a foot stool in her room scribbling away for all we are worth. Each with our own paper on the back and front respectively of a camera book. I must have the front because because I just looked and it has birds and sky and trees on it.
Yes tis page 3, side 5. My goodness I'm full of talk tonight. Blame it on _ _ _ _ _ _ [sic]. Yes it was nice and no it wasn't nice being back to work again. Betty Bays was ill and didn't come back to work until this past Friday, so Betty, Pearl, June and I had lunch together to celebrate her return. Tomorrow we will have lunch together to celebrate the start of the week and from then on we will lunch together from pure habit. Oh yes, I almost forgot to mention Dick Asbury nor Dick Schutte work at Amer. Auto anymore. Gosh I wish the office would go back to same office as- well as last November. It was perfect then. CHS, LAM, Bill White, Allen Eckhoff, Beth Bonte, Jerry, Ann Carter, and Jim Kern, and Mary Staton, and Jean Vaul are all on vacation- so the office has that appearance of when she got there the cupboard was bare. Cross my heart.
I hope you can read in between the lines on account of these are my afterthoughts. You know before June starts giving me dirty looks for using up all her stationary, before I run out of thoughts, before drowsiness and sleep catches up with me and drop me into bed. I spect I better say "Goodnight againand ever so many pleasant dreams- until next time."
Sincerely,
Mary Rose
P.S. 12 P.M. June is still writing away - but me- I'm sleepy so I spect I'll bundle off to bed - Have a nice pleasant trip. pretend you are a sight-seeer [sic] and see all. Then describe it all to me. Is it a beautiful as Tenn.? I wish I could see it. Oh me- again. I say "Goodnight" and "hello". I'm just a writer by heart.
