6/19/39
Little Darling:
It rained today.
It rained last night.
It rained the day before.
And from the looks
Of clouds above,
It’s going to rain some more.
Not only has it been raining, but it has been cold and clammy. The sun ducked out on Saturday and hasn’t been seen since.
I saw Union Pacific yesterday and it was fair. I am a little fed up on horse operas.
The work went a little better today. But I yet have a lot to learn. If I could only stop worrying about everything in general.
I haven’t yet heard from Nena. I wrote to Blen* on Saturday and asked her what she thought, and if she would back me up if I took a rather firm stand. She and John will be in Chi sometime this summer. I also wrote to Dad and asked him what he thought of the set-up, and how it was going to affect his finances. Nena has paid the folks for Chuckie’s room and board for some time, but not a drop in the bucket compared to what it actually cost. I don’t think she realizes this, and I don’t feel that it is fair to the folks to be stuck with the four-person apartment when they could get along in less. I shall try to send you a copy of my letter to her for corrections before I mail it to her, although I’m afraid you will feel more like just letting the thing go. Nena acted like a spoiled brat when she married the first time, and I don’t feel that Mother and Dad should have to put up with any more misfortune due to her unthinking selfishness.
Johny Huntoon wrote me a nice letter which I received today. We have a real friend there. Jimmy Hope, last year’s room-mate, also dropped me a line and a couple of photos of a trip into the mountains of Tennessee and Kentucky. I hope you get to meet him. He is one of the few Purdue men that I am proud to know. He pulled through his junior year with 2 A’s and 4 B’s, which is a hell of a lot better than I did, although not up to what I should have done.
It’s time to take my laundry out and eat (no correlation between the two acts, even if I do act like a goat). I accidentally pulled out your pictures while getting out my swim ticket Saturday, and I went all weak inside. Must be love.
Your true husband, Cy.
P.S. I love you lots!
*Blenda Fast