Sunday, July 2, 2017

In Her Own Voice

It would appear that my father kept every report he had ever written since high school, even the C- grades. I'm glad he did; I enjoyed sifting through them, hearing his voice and observing the evolution of that voice through his writing. He had a clear sense that his own words might serve as a detailed record of who he was and what he thought about almost everything.

His father, Jeb, possessed many more photos of himself than of his beloved wife Terry, though she was just as uniquely attractive.  His photographs and clippings were  a roadmap of his journey out of poverty, testimony to the willpower and self-discipline of a first-generation immigrant who started out with nothing except the opportunity to better himself. I think the accumulated evidence of his accomplishments was a reassuring touchstone for him.

Of my grandmothers, by way of contrast, there is relatively little on record.  They both died during the two years period between when my parents married and  when they had me.  Growing up, the fact that I would have been (had they lived) their only granddaughter may have amplified my interest in knowing these two women.  Having no sisters or aunts--only my mother to compare myself to as a girl/woman--I was always curious about my grandmothers--but especially about Clare, because I looked so much like her, and because she chose to take her life when she was 38 years old.


November 13, 2009

Dear Jessica,

I was so sorry to hear from Maggie that [your father] John had died.

John lived in my heart, and mind, long after we saw one another regularly. John (and Maggie) rescued the family after my mother died. We were a sad, troubled lot. My father was paralyzed with guilt and grief. My grandmother was bedridden from a stroke. Matthew, Mark and Marty lived as characters from Lord of the Flies. Greg was with my grandfather. I was mostly away with my friends. John and Maggie, young and married so briefly, returned as if wise old hands. 



My parents as newlyweds




Allen


Charles Gregory, first son


Margaret Lynn

Marty, John, Mark, Matthew


My mother and I bear a striking physical resemblance to Clare.  Coming from generally Celtic stock, she had red hair and fair skin. My hair is (was) the same color red, though it has lost its brilliance over the years. Clare's body (like my mother's) was lean and slight compared to mine--and though I generally avoid speaking of women as though we were horses, I will make this an exception. If we were horses, Clare would have been a pre-1950 Thoroughbred, and I would have been among the more muscular and sturdy sprinters favored today in horse racing.  Built like a long-distance runner, Clare was comparatively fragile. 

Having said that, I take it back: How do I know how fragile she was?  What do I know of what it took to run her race? 

Most of what I know about Clare comes from letters that she wrote to her parents from November 21,1945 to December 15, 1946.  I found them, read them,  and treasured them. I slipped each page into its own plastic sleeve, arranged them in chronological order, and saved them in a binder that I've had for many years. In these letters is my grandmother's voice.  


November 21, 1945

My darlings, 

I had been going to write you tonight--but now I hardly know what to say. The two packages came this afternoon, and I am speechless...I opened Margaret Lynn's box first (with her permission) and immediately tried the new gowns on her [Margaret Lynn is two]. Wait till you see them! I am sending the sweater back though, since she has two already...

The preserves were much appreciated... But the crowning glory is the fruitcake and I speak of it last and with reverence. It is certainly the most beautiful cake I have ever seen or--smelled. We shall eat it tomorrow and there won't be a sound in the kitchen except that of two happy people eating! 

I hope you will have a good Thanksgiving dinner. Believe it or not, we're having a turkey. The butcher had a nice little one and I couldn't say no. I figure it will be good practice for the scrumptious one I hope to serve at Christmas. 

Clare's parents, Papa and Ami
Speaking of Christmas, may I humbly suggest two gifts we would like very much and not buy ourselves? It's presumptuous, but aren't you my family? Allen has the Jawett translation of Plato but yesterday he was saying how much he wanted the new, complete Random House edition...if you could get it, I know he'd be very happy... 

As for me, do you remember, Mother, the book I used for the methods course in English that I thought was so wonderful? I remember reading parts of it aloud. If you wanted to please me you could call Mr. Anderson's office on campus [Chicago University] and get the title from his bibliography and bring the thing along if you can get it. It struck me as tremendously valuable practical reference material for a relatively inexperienced teacher like myself. 

I want to talk about the baby for a minute. You will recall my writing of her cold and the slight fever that went with it. Well, the fever is long past and the cold is nearly over, but somewhere along the line all these teeth we were waiting for popped in! .

..The most wonderful thing, however, is that she is a harmonica fan. Allen plays for her when he can find time but now she is doing it herself. This morning, she pulled down the big harmonica from home and was so happy with it and eager to blow into it that I washed it carefully and gave it to her...She played it all day! And she dances to the music as she makes it! I wish you might have been here today, but it will be as much fun at Christmas time, and by then she may know a tune. 

I am helping Allen do some research for a paper so I must get to work. 

Our warmest love,

Clare

Clare (as a graduate, I'm guessing)
December 5, 1945

My darlings,

Mother's second page arrived today and, while I appreciate hearing that she must dash off to evening school, it seems to me that my parents, between them, should be able to get off more than two pages a week. I am probably busier than you both together (I am quite sure of it) and yet every week there sail out of our little attic two fat envelopes.  I suppose you are expecting to make it up in the long talks we will have at Christmas, but you have no idea how much I want to hear from you now. It is something that amounts to homesickness and I expect you to do something about it. 

At this end of the line there isn't a great deal to write tonight. Margaret Lynn is the most interesting thing around here. At her early age she is quite a little mother. "Sally" has lost one leg from her enthusiasm and is practically unrecognizable, but how the baby loves that doll! She wants me to wash her face and hands, wipe her nose, feed her poached egg, etc.,...and if I don't, the diddle goes about the business herself. I can hardly wait until you see her again because she is so much more intelligent and lovable than ever before. You won't believe it 'til you see it... 



Margaret Lynn, aka, "diddle"


January 6, 1946

My darlings, 

The check arrived this evening, thanks to you both. We will send back your money very soon. Allen also expects a two hundred dollar refund under the G.I. Bill so, temporarily, the Greenmans are residing on easy street. 
Clare and Allen

By the way, I'm using my new paper and it is a dream to write on. Allen and I were noting yesterday all the household improvements purchased by my generous parents in the too few days they were here. The kitchen table is probably the most handy but so are the bathroom stool (how did we ever get along without it?), our new wastebasket, serving tray, etc. The Raes dropped in unexpectedly yesterday afternoon and I served a snack on the new tray. We hope we won't have to use the rope but we feel a lot more comfortable having it around [the rope must have been for a hasty exit out the window in case of fire].

I was embarrassed to read what you wrote about the marvelous time you had, Mother. We both know it sadly lacked many things. Next summer I promise to be more entertaining.


Clare with packages

Darling Mother,

It's a shame to return these things but they aren't quite large enough. As I wrote, Margaret Lynn has two sweaters and a third is nearly finished. This one is a lovely color but it isn't big enough to warrant keeping it...I took a second look at the stockings and found they were size five. By now she is wearing six! Don't buy others, though, for she wears her little trousers in the house all day and I'm buying a snowsuit for out of doors. By the way, she's plaguing me as I write so good-bye until the regular Wednesday letter. 

Love, 

Clare

Allen's student ID from the University of Chicago


January 9, 1946

My darlings,

The date is encircled and this letter is being written because this has been an amazing day. This morning Allen received a telegram (the only quick way to reach us) from the English department of Harvard asking him to call the office. When he came home he announced that he had been offered a teaching fellowship paying twelve hundred and fifty dollars for four months of teaching about six hours a week! And this will probably be renewed next July. Besides this he will still get the ninety dollars a month from the government. What do you think of your son-in-law now? It all means that he can finish his work this semester...

There will be about a hundred pages to type before the term is over and I must do some of them tonight.

I hope you are sharing our happiness. You have our love.

Clare



January 26, 1946

...This morning Allen received his official appointment to membership with the society of fellows. If he should get some papers or even a book ready while he is teaching in this capacity this would give the effort some prestige. 

I am worried about Mother's cold. Please, dear, take better care of it than Daddy says you do. That lemon and soda sounds fine, Daddy. Have you read recently of the wonderful new flu serum? If it's available next year, Allen and I plan to be inoculated. 

It looks as if I may be taking one course at Harvard next term, if we can find a girl to play with the baby an hour twice a week. Allen teaches at that time. The course is "Recent American Literature," a conference group with the renowned Harvard Mumford Jones. If I should take a Ph.D. in English it would be one course out of eight out of the way and, if not, it should be valuable when I start teaching. I know practically nothing about our period and am a bit ashamed of it.

Margaret Lynn has her first pair of low-cut shoes. Apparently the pediatricians around here don't approve of high-tops for two year olds...



January 30, 1946

...Nothing much has happened at this end. Margaret Lynn can use great long sentences and her latest desire is to tickle whoever is in range. 






The oil burner downstairs went on the blink yesterday so we enjoyed the heat of the oven in the kitchen most of the day. The landlord is making it up today and the radiators are blazing. We finished the last of Allen's papers last night as the term is officially over for us and we are taking in a movie tonight--the first since December 25. I don't know what it will be, but "Tarzan" would be welcome. With this new term we are going to have our Octavia come one night a week. I have decided against taking a course and am going to write (!) instead. You, Mother, have been urging me to have this kind of a career within my home for years and now it suddenly strikes me (pause for laugh) that you could be right. I'm hopeful but not very. Anyway, the experiment should be fun. Allen has bought me some books on writing--one by the sister (I suppose) of the Mirrilees who wrote the book you sent--and I am soaking in their wisdom. January 31, 1946

My darling mother, 


This afternoon I [illegible. raced? reached?] downtown after lunch. I have been wanting to spare you the annual search for a dollar hat and I had my heart set on something, a soft rose or something, but apparently, the only hats for women are black, navy, or brown except for some silly feather creations you wouldn't have occasion to wear. The hats this season are ridiculous, most with very high crowns. I wouldn't wear any of them and I was pretty sure you wouldn't either. 

Ami as a young woman
Maybe the selection in Chicago is better and I would send some money for the purpose but I know you too well, darling, for that. So I bought a hat and it is on the way and may reach you before this [letter] does. I liked it--but I don't know whether you will or not. I don't care for the pink-spotted veiling and I think plain navy might be better, but you will know. There are several chances that you won't like it, that it won't be becoming, for there was nothing like what you ordinarily wear and it's hard to visualize a hat on another face, even on the one I know and love so well. The navy will require a little range, but I thought it the best hat since the tweed coat you either have made or are making has blue in it and I am still hoping to see that navy silk made into a dress...If you don't like it, please send it back to me as soon as you can. Since it is a gift I can return it later than is ordinarily permissible...

I also bought a plain buff lamp shade to replace that ugly dark blue one...



February 5, 1946

...Our girl didn't arrive last week so we are still movie-less. I remember very well when we all went to Will Roger's old picture. I was just a little thing but I remember everything in the picture, particularly the hairbrush and minced pie episodes. 


Ami
Don't expect too much from the writing initiative. It's lots of fun, but I'm strictly an amateur. Yesterday and today I did what I could on a little story and am putting it on ice for a while. I think
there's an idea in it, but I've done what I can for it for the present. 

I asked Allen to buy a very light stain for the kitchen table. He brought home Dark Oak! I despaired. But I rubbed it off as soon as I applied it and left it dull and it looks marvelous. I painted the dressing table black and white and it is as stunning as it is handy. As I painted it I thought of the many times my mother painted it, sometimes at night after school. I also did the hall and living room floors a dark brown and I am hoping that they will now retreat into the background where they belong. I have been most self-conscious about them. I can hardly wait to see the new curtains and sofa covers. I'll send you a line when I get them. 


February 10, 1946

...Margaret Lynn now has boots. There is a very foreign young woman (an intellectual) in an apartment near ours. I have only nodded to her, but a couple of days when I saw her and her little son out walking I mentioned that I wished I could find boots for Margaret Lynn. Immediately, she offered her son's other pair. It seemed such a lovely, generous thing, and now the diddle can walk outside. The weather has been good and we get out quite a lot.

...I wonder if you heard Toscanini conduct "La Boheme" last Sunday afternoon. He is doing the last two acts tomorrow and it is marvelous.

Daddy, please write me a letter. How is the tobacco holding out? The shops are full of it here, you know. 


Papa



February 15, 1946


...We are treating ourselves to several luxuries besides the telephone. We have a milkman and a checking account and our Octavia is going to come every Tuesday evening so that we can have a little fun.  

Now that Allen is on the faculty, I have been invited to join the "Teas Association," and I'm going to do it. There are about three teas left and I shall be able to see some of the wives of our illustrious profs. Bet they'll be a drab lot!

Margaret Lynn and I visited Dr. Moore yesterday...She is an interesting woman and, I believe, an excellent doctor. The diddle is in fine shape and the doctor approves of her routine. We are buying homogenized vitamin D milk and it is not to be boiled any longer and the doctor says the Cambridge water is safe without boiling...

By the way, I am wearing the ruby and diamond ring again. My hands aren't pretty enough for it but it brings home closer.


As for the dishes, my darling eager mother, I am going to call Jordan's and cancel the order. You are not to be hurt. It's for a number of good reasons. The poorest of these is that the anniversary gift is already in use. You asked to get the plates, cups, and saucers for the occasion and I said "no." But you did it anyway, and that is all the present there is to be. Secondly, I have all the dishes I can use or find place for. I bought a platter and serving dish in the pattern some time ago and forgot to tell you. The best reason is that when you come you will bring your own beautiful dishes and there is no sense in having a half a dozen sets. No china that I have seen can compare with the peacock dishes....

The woman who so spontaneously lent the overshoes [to Margaret Lynn] is a gem. She and her husband are German Jewish refugees and have been in America five years. The biggest surprise is that he is also in philosophy and closer to his Ph.D. than Allen. He is also a teaching fellow--in German. Mrs. Salmitz is my idea of a well-bred, charming woman and what I like best is the way she cares for her little boy. We get along very well and the two children enjoy banging [banging or hanging] each other's heads. Daddy will forget all his prejudice when he meets her. 



February 19, 1946

...I was so happy to hear from my beloved Daddy. Allen didn't know about the income tax estimate and is grateful for the information...I was sorry to hear you were attending another funeral--such a mournful occupation! I'm sure I can't understand why people drink themselves into the grave. I should think the fear of the consequences would frighten them off, but too many people operate on the principle "It Can't Happen Here."

Margaret Lynn is talking regularly now in five and six-word sentences. The current expression is: "That's my job!" This applies to practically everything...I have never enjoyed her as much as during the past weeks when sh and I spend a whole day alone together. Allen leaves about eight-thirty and gets home around five, so it is a long day. She "helps" me all day long. She loves bed-making especially and carries the big pillows around with a great deal of importance. 


February 22, 1946

My darlings,
It was almost unbelievably wonderful to hear your voices this morning. Long distance telephone is kind of silly in a way. There isn't much to say, and if there were there wouldn't be enough time to say it in. But the sound of your voices has made me happy all day. It was as though you were very close. Margaret Lynn reported it all to Allen very solemnly this evening as soon as he opened the door. It pleased her greatly. 


March 7, 1946

...Yesterday I went to see Miss Taylor at the nursery school. She seemed very intelligent and understanding, and I think I'll have the baby go mornings one month this summer to get used to the idea. If Allen teaches next fall I shall seek work only in the afternoons until the spring when he should be free to go to school exclusively....(someone must be around to take care of her if she has a cold, etc.,). By spring, I may look for a teaching job and then I expect to have another baby. We'll have to get started if we're going to have those six little Greenman. 



Clare

Speaking of children, weren't those Irish children in the Journal wonderful? I imagine you meant the [?] article, but I found the other one more inspiring, especially the fact that the mother still wears a size eleven!


We had a sirloin steak for supper and it was unbelievably good. The darn thing cost a dollar, but we don't do that very often. I had the butcher cut out the bone is I could get it into the pan and asked him to weight it. One pound and three ounces! Over forty cents for bone. I almost cried. By and large we eat fairly economically. I wonder if Daddy would think so.

Did I tell you I was making my husband a sleeveless sweater? It's a lovely greyed green...Allen has bought only an overcoat (an excellent grey and black and white tweed) and has had a very good looking sport jacket made. He has only three shirts but the last cost five dollars. I bought him four pairs of socks the other day in desperation. Clothing is so high. He wants to get another suit, but there is nothing ready-made and a tailored suit would cost seventy-five dollars or more. 



March 3, 1946

...On my Friday shopping trip I had the luck to walk many blocks down Tremont Street with the best shops and the Commons on one side. It reminded me of home more than Boston has before. How I should love to walk up Michigan Boulevard again. Today Allen and I took the baby for a long stroll in her little cart. It has been a beautiful day though very sloppy underfoot. We left Mass. Avenue far behind and walked through the really beautiful part of Cambridge with its large old homes (some from the Revolution). By chance we came upon the Craig Longfellow House. It was also Washington's Headquarters 1775-1776. There are three visiting afternoons a week and I am looking forward to seeing it. 

Mother dear, I beat you to it on the matter of the creamer and sugar. Will you please be more careful of your money? Don't forget, summer is coming.

Allen and I now get out every Tuesday night. His old New York friend, Will Geer, is in a new play here and we are spending next Tuesday at its opening night. 



March 14, 1946

...Tomorrow night we are spending a couple of hours with the Salmitz's. They were over here one evening and are as unaffected and wholly charming as any people I've met. 


March 25, 1946

The anniversary letter was one of the most beautiful and heartwarming I have ever received. I will keep it always. I can hardly wait until we are all together again for good. Visits are alright--but they can't compare with knowing that you won't have to pack up some morning and leave us behind. 

...If [Mother Greenman] spends May and June here she can stay with me while Allen goes to Chicago. You know that he wouldn't consider leaving me alone. Then she could go to Chicago and visit there before returning home. Just now Allen is calling his brother Joe in Chicago. As he says, it will probably cost about ten dollars, but it should do them both a lot of good. 
Mrs. Greenman

...From what Allen learned over the telephone, Mrs. Greenman may not come east until fall when Jack is discharged from the army. Joe is going to school full time at Chicago and his wife is working. He plans to take his degree in psychology and he'll get it in a couple of years. We are so glad that he is back in school. 

Allen's sweater will be finished in a day or so. I'll be so glad to see him in something besides the old Army one.



March 31, 1946

My darlings,

I certainly don't owe you a letter but the best time to write is when there's news and this is such a
time. Allen has given up philosophy. He has been dissatisfied with sitting around talking about substance and real essences and such. Essentially, he is a man of action and recently we have been more than stirred in the direction of doing social good. We sat around until late and finally decided on psychology. When I say we, that is what I mean. As you know, I have been dissatisfied for some time also. Harvard has a new committee on Social Relations like Chicago's Committee on Social Thought. We are going to work on Ph.D.s in Clinical Psychology with the hope of doing something to prevent mental disease. I plan to do child psychology. This summer, we will both take a course in statistics to help us pass the required examination in that subject next November. We also are going to take the exam in psychological French at the end of the summer. I shall also have to learn German eventually to pass a similar test in Illinois... [If this all seems a bit ambitious, let it be noted that Clare had already completed a Bachelors and a Masters degree in the space of three years at the University of Chicago.] ...Won't it be wonderful to study together and eventually work together? We should be able to help each other tremendously. I won't get my degree for sometime but, with the help of God, all things will come to pass.

Speaking of God, we felt we ought to cut our contribution to twenty-five dollars. ...We will have to be more economical from now on with this rather pretentious program ahead...

Starting tomorrow, I'm going to keep an itemized account of all our expenses...

...By the way, Mother, if you haven't ordered the silver yet, forget about it. There are some things we don't need. ...If you can, send along the golf clubs and tennis rackets. 

Please write and tell us what you think of this. Do you think we're on the right track? And please say an occasional prayer for your two idealists.


April 7, 1946

I am eagerly awaiting an answer to the last letter. However, I am sure that you will both approve this new trend away from scholarship and 'book-learning' as an end in itself. Allen and I are doing a good bit of reading to try to get ready for the more formal study involved. I must even learn a new vocabulary but such little things won't stop me. It may be a long time before I can earn my Ph.D., for we hope to have another diddle as soon as we can afford it (!) but, in my teaching, I can begin to apply the principles of child psychology. I find it a great help immediately, in being intelligent about Margaret Lynn.    

Late this morning we walked down to the river and sat on the grass and realized how lucky we are to have a home and a beautiful child and the kind of peace that comes from being happy and satisfied. I am looking forward so much to seeing you. You have no idea how much.


April 10, 1946

First of all, Allen discovered he couldn't change to psychology. The training takes four calendar years and he could not be admitted until next year because the applications have been very numerous. At any rate, you were right. 

We realize for many reasons that he should get his Ph.D. as soon as possible. The biggest reason is that neither of us want to wait three or four years to have another baby. 

However, I do plan to teach next fall. Margaret Lynn will not be neglected. She will simply get an invaluable chance to play with other little children for three hours in the morning and learn to get along with other people. Every person must learn to fit into his own age group, whatever the age. A child reared exclusively among adults loses a great deal. [Clare was an only child whom her mother
Allen on stage (the woman is not Clare)
had late in life, and she was raised exclusively among adults.] ...I feel that my first obligation is to my family, particularly to this baby we have brought into the world and I do not feel that Margaret Lynn will suffer if I teach. If I did, I assure you I should stay at home. 

I think that a great deal can be done in preventative psychology by an understanding teacher--I have seen what my mother, who is as young in ideals as any person could be, has been able to do--and I am going to make myself as well informed as possible so that I can do more than teach a certain amount of grammar, etc. Besides the psychological angle, there is something commendable in introducing a new, more beautiful, more inspiring universe to children who are just beginning to realize what living means. The right guidance may mean the difference between a constant dependence on second-hand emotions and experiences and the ability to look and live and perhaps interpret by oneself. It is very difficult to write down, but I believe, and I think you will both agree, that Allen and I will be better teachers than anything else. 


I am still receiving replies from publishers, all very indefinite. I did, however, receive one of the nicest business letters possible this afternoon and am sending it along because I think you will enjoy it too. 


...The very thought of not seeing you this summer dismayed us. But rest quietly, my darlings, I shall not be studying and Allen will take classes only if the teaching is not renewed. If you didn't come to us  we should have to come to you, afford it or not. No more foolishness now! And whence the idea that Allen makes more money than my ma after forty years? [Ami had long been a high school art teacher in Chicago.] His salary is about $250.00 a month. Don't you make that in two weeks?

April 4, 1946

My darlings, 

First of all, Allen has been offered his job next year and we are very happy about it. It means that the head of English A is satisfied with his work ad it also means that we can put my next years salary in the savings account toward the furniture for the new apartment we'll get when you come and also for that new baby we're both looking forward to. Teaching is good for Allen and next term he can select his own materials, which makes it even better. 

The government only allows part-tin work for veterans who receive benefit under the G.I. Bill of Rights, so he will teach two sections instead of three. Mr Morrison (the boss) is having him teach to this summer and two in the fall so he will have taught a whole school year and be paid for it without teaching in the spring. That way he can really work on the dissertation next spring. The salary for two terms is, naturally, lower (around $1600.00) and will b divided among the year from this July to July 1947. We can live on it nicely plus the government's ninety dollars a month.

I am looking forward to our new home, all together. By next winter I'll book us with several rental agencies so as to be sure to find a suitable apartment or house to rent by the fall of 1947 and earlier, if possible. If we are going to add to the family, I want to get the moving and heaviest work done while I'm able. Won't it be fun to shop for new furniture and other things? You had better bring only the few really good pieces east, since moving costs on a houseful of furniture would be almost as much as some new things. I do hope we have a fireplace. I can see the shades [?] on the mantel now, safe from our menacing brood. 

We were sorry not to talk to Daddy on Allen's birthday. The idea was fairly sudden Allen was overwhelmed at all the presents. I am looking forward to reading Huxley as much as he is and I'll eat that beautiful cake at Easter. I wish we could have our dinner together, but we'll be thinking of you and, I suppose, you will think of us. I can hardly believe that you will be here in about two and a half months. 

...As you know, Allen doesn't care much for cakes, so I make him a scrumptious strawberry chiffon pie for his birthday. It was tipped with whipped cream and I cut the remaining strawberries in little pieces and spelled out "Happy Birthday" on top. It was my only present, but he loved it. Margaret Lynn ade him a card. I held her hand and she drew flowers and a little girl like herself saying "Happy birthday" with her crayons. She was very proud of it, but I had a hard time getting her to realize that 'it is more blessed to give than to receive.' She wanted to keep it!

The desk arrived in good condition. It was very good of you to pay the express charges. I got a delivery van to bring it for around three dollars more. It evidently hadn't been touched since it was full of old materials, moths (!) etc.,. The moths terrified me and I spent the morning it came clearing it out and discarding a good deal of the contents. There were some useful things, however: two small lengths of silk, enough good-looking [wool?] jersey to make you a serviceable winter blouse, Mother; enough pretty cotton to make a pair or two of curtains for a bedroom sometime, some sewing silk, and some very good-loping buttons. Shortly I shall send the silk, the jersey, and some lavender material which I don't like but which might, sometime, be used, enough grey pearl buttons to close a dress or blouse, some other buttons you might use, a couple of silk in coors you might be wearing, etc.,. With this package will go Daddy's tobacco. The moths haven't gotten in this material but it should be brushed and aired.

...The desk was packed full (mostly with trash of one sort or other) and I found in it some photographs of the young Andrew, the one Mother sent aunties of my daddy when he was courting her, and a picture of Andrew, Mother, and Aunt Clara. It is quite a lovely picture and if you haven't another without the grease spot this has, I think I'll see about having another made from it. 

The desk has compartments at either end and is very handy. It also has a good deal of space inside and Allen really likes it. When you come I shall get some expert advice on whether it is solid oak, as I think. With permission, I should like to antique it sometime in the future. 


April 20, 1946

We are overwhelmed by your gifts. Apparently, at the Gregorys, the slightest excuse will do for gift-giving. We are still enjoying the birthday fruitcake. As a matter of fact, we are treasuring it along. I am now packing a little lunch Allen can eat in his office and thus save time and money (his idea); and he is so pleased when he finds a piece of fruitcake in it...Margaret Lynn's new coat is a perfect fit and looks lovely on her...

Daddy's candy will be enjoyed tomorrow. The box is beautiful and is waiting for Easter beside my silver teapot. When I saw the card it made me wish even more for a letter from my dear Daddy. Margaret Lynn looks hopefully at every man and asks rather plaintively, "Papa?". It is a bit embarrassing, but I understand how she feels. We can hardly wait for July.


Papa


However (here hold onto your seats) you will be seeing your son-in-law very soon. I have insisted that he day-coach it to Chicago for a few days between terms. He hasn't seen Joe for four years and I am eager that he go...This won't require much preparation on your part and I hope you won't mind the bother of another person around the house. If we didn't have the diddle I'd come too, but, with her, we would either have to fly or take a room on the train and it would cost about two hundred dollars, which is a little more that we can spend on a whim nowadays. If I weren't seeing you soon after, we would al go but I don't want to upset the baby's schedule, aside from the expense. I would really love to see Chicago again, though. Sometime...... [Here, Clare had used six em-dashes.]

I rather hope Aunt Minnies' trip will occur after Allen returns but I'll do what I can to see that she enjoys herself. I imagine she'll be delighted with the baby. That child is growing so fast she can hardly be called a baby. I love her more every day and I' sure she is growing more and more lovable. 

We have decided on ways to cut our living expenses to around $190.00 a month, which will be about what we'll have to live on next fall. On that, we can live very comfortably. The dental bills have knocked the pins out from under our economy this month. Would you believe that the x-rays show five or six of those little hidden cavities--one large one was excavated last week. The dentist can't understand why it wasn't fixed earlier.He says it should have been noticeable on x-rays a good year ago. Makes me furious. [It is unclear whose teeth had the cavities.]

I shouldn't end a letter on the word "furious," but this is too long now. 

Hope you like the lilies. I have gone horticultural on a small scale. Bought a little African violet which has shown its appreciation by putting forth new blooms and will soon be transplanted...some pansies I must find a window box for, and a little "plant ball" which is guaranteed, for a quarter, to put forth trailing vines in ten days. The atomic age, no doubt.


April 23, 1946

I hope Easter wasn't too blue. Several times during the day I realized it was the first Easter away from home--I felt it--especially at Mass. Allen spent most of the day in his office at the university. He is really studying hard now. In the afternoon, the couple downstairs (whom you met Christmas Eve) took Margaret Lynn and me for a drive up to Lexington and Concord...We just looked around, mostly through car windows, but we got out at the famous Lexington "Village Green" where all the Minute Men were shot and are buried and where the famous statue stands. I saw the outside of the Emerson's House, Concord, and the place where the Alcotts and, later, the Hawthornes lived. This last house is insignificant looking from the outside, but we'll go in when you come and think of the "little women" and also the "five little Peppers" who lived there. It was wonderful to get out in the country for a couple of hours. Even a place like Cambridge gets on your nerves after a while, but the New England countryside, with none of the western space and splendor, is gentle and restful.

My own gardening is coming along: another blossom on the violet and four green sprouts this morning on my guaranteed plant ball! 

Margaret Lynn is acquiring a love of nature. We spend an hour or so every decent morning on Observatory Hill down the street--you remember, on the way to Church? She knows what the crows say and runs after squirrels and brings me presents of dead leaves and we have a lot of fun. 

Why break a back over spring housecleaning? You know, you won't be at 7206 [or 1206] forever. I'm not planning to do anything beyond putting the woolens away carefully.


April 28, 1946

...Last week, I laundered all the curtains and Allen and I made the windows shine with Bon Ami. It's simply marvelous...As soon as the woolens are stored, I must start sending out letters to prospective buyers of my teaching talents. Tonight I reprinted the living room floor. It was painted too thickly before, due to my ignorance, and became badly scarred. 

Yesterday, on my first day in Boston in months, I bought a wonderful little book on indoor gardening. I am becoming so interested in pants. When you come in the summer I hope to have a slip of the familiar geranium for my sunny kitchen window.

Spring is coming to Cambridge, although March was warmer than April has been. The trees are the most beautiful clean yellow-green. I hope I never leave a climate that has four seasons. The greenery of summer is always like a miracle after winter. 


May 3, 1946

The new package arrived today and Margaret Lynn was almost beside herself with joy--and that's no exaggeration. She just loves new clothes and runs to the vanity mirror, stands there and crows at herself. This isn't pride, I'm sure, but an abundance of animal spirits...The panties are grand. I think I'll use them for shorts when the weather gets warmer--they are enough cover for modesty and should make her feel free as the breeze.

...Mother, if you can, get some of those can't-run nylons for yourself. They are the most wonderful stockings I've ever worn and nylon wears like iron. The funny thing is that they don't cost much more than those baggy rayons we had to wear.

I hope the teeth will be better, Mother. You should feel much better now with those roots gone. You needn't worry about my teeth. The doctor says I have fine teeth and gums.

...One thing more--I have discovered home dry-cleaning. The girl downstairs is a home-ec expert and has given me a lot of helpful advice. Early in the week I did about fifteen dollars worth of cleaning with ninety-eight cents worth of cleaner in an hour and a half of easy work! I am very elated, especially since all the clothing is aired, sprayed, moth-balled, and stored away for the next five months. This week-end I'll get rid of the blankets and my spring housecleaning will be over.

...One thing, I'll bet you don't know how much I am looking forward to seeing you. 

P.S. The floor painting was a great success. "My cup runneth over." -- Not blasphemy. It is!

Now a paragraph about our baby. Do you remember Baby Snook's "Why, Daddy?" Our Margaret has reached that stage. She replied nothing but "why?" to my painstaking explanations for a whole block of walking this afternoon. This is alternated with "what's that?" to all the things she can name...I am all but losing my mind over this new turn, but I patiently explain every conceivable thing to her. Her vocabulary is developing very rapidly and she learns very quickly. The only new fault is bursting into tears when she doesn't get her way. It doesn't work and she'll get over it. I blame it partly on a brand new emerging molar...On the whole, she is a wonderful human being, strong in affection and good disposition. Everyone we know comments on it--and this is rather pleasant to a proud parent. 

I was sorry about the proposed visitor from Texas. Mary Jane might be a good idea but better let poor Bob alone. He was refused by Harvard and is at rather loose ends. Allen thinks he ought to come here and get into Harvard in whatever department is open. His brother Bill lost his job and I think that family will be on the move again. Artists of all sorts have a rather hard time. If they go, Bob will have no roots and he may end up doing nothing. 


May 9, 1946

Today was the last session of the pre-lims for Allen. This has kept me busy, for I have corrected a couple of sets of papers from English A and have one more to do. We will hear the results from the exams within a week or so and of course, we are hopeful. If the exams were successful, it will be a phenomenal success for Allen. Everyone we know had to take them twice and, of course, Allen has had only one term of graduate study. 

I was sorry to hear that Daddy is having rheumatism again. Please write us a letter when your shoulder is better. By the way, what do you think of our Cinderella team--the Red Sox? We are staunch rooters. When you come next summer, Allen expects that you and he will take in at least one game. He and I may see one, but that depends on the baby-sitter situation. 

The spring house cleaning sounds gruesome. This was the first I have missed at 7206, but we had a reasonable facsimile here. I didn't try to do much, since we didn't need a great deal but it kept me busy. Next week I must begin my mending. Margaret Lynn's last year's dresses are a fair fit but they must all be lengthened. Fortunately, they all have hems.

My job hunting is doing rather badly. It seems that the veterans are having first choice, in and around Boston. This is all right but I shall be very unhappy if I don't get a teaching position. Mrs. Catton [Cotton?] at Harvard suggested that I try a couple of reputable teacher's agencies in boston and tomorrow afternoon I shall place my services at their disposal. 

...Getting back to the violet--every faded flower and leaf must be snipped to prevent waste of energy. Plants must be repotted as soon as they are too thick at the crown. Soil should be rich in leaf-mold. Plants must be kept out of direct sun--even an east window grows too bright in May. North is best...Temperature should be kept fairly cool and above all, constant. 

Today I bought a beautiful salmon-pink geranium for a dollar. I couldn't resist it and gave it to myself for Mother's Day. Now my kitchen window is a really bright place.


May 18, 1946

We were so glad you liked the Missal. Even if you can't attend Mass every day we thought you would like to read the devotions. Allen was greatly impressed with it and is planning to look up his Book of Common Prayers when gets to Chicago. It's in somebody's basement with a lot of other books. He is afraid you'll feel hurt if he spends most of his time with Joe but I know you won't. After all, he hasn't seen the boy for four years and will be in the city only about a week, and you will be here for a couple of months or so. It would be awfully nice (and this is an imposition) if Joe, and his wife, I suppose, and Boub could be entertained at dinner or supper one of the days. Bob, you know, has no real home. This time, nobody will have to worry about keeping up the flow of conversation. 

Daddy, the letter was wonderful. Your letters always are. I laughed myself sick over the sad fate of Patty, but please keep a straight face when you express my sympathy to Mrs. Blaine. 

...I have been having slight headaches, twitches in the right eye, etc., so I went to a very good oculist in Boston and am to wear glasses for reading. 

The job hunting is still in a bad way. The most favorable reply was from Simmons College where our neighbor downstairs teaches. She loves it there and I hope something may come of it. Our neighbor, by the way, sold her first article to Mademoiselle and it is being printed in the July issue. Her name's Jeanne Olsen and you might look for it. If I could become associated with a well-known school, I might find a market for articles, too. 

Allen will be in Chicago around Tuesday, late, if his plans go through. We'll send you a wire when he leaves. He wants to surprise Joe and Bob so don't say anything about it. 

Margaret Lynn and I took our first subway trip into Boston last week to buy shoes for her. She behaved like a good angel but that will probably wear off as the novelty passes. I intend to try it again. Good education, don't you think?

Daddy, I told the baby you would tell her the story of the "Pig and the Wolf" when you come. She can hardly wait, so refresh your memory with sound effects and don't disappoint her. 

I do wish I was seeing you next week.


May 21, 1946

My darlings--all of you, 

It seems awfully strange to be writing to all of you since it's never been this way before. I feel left out. Actually, we are doing nicely. Margaret Lynn is behaving well and there is little enough to do, but I am bored. It seems very strange to have no one to talk to, no one to listen to, no one to cook dinner for.




I wonder what you are doing tonight--probably sitting in the dining room, talking contented after one of Daddy's good meals. I am glad Allen didn't arrive Wednesday with Mother rushing off to evening school. I should have given you earlier warning, but neither Allen nor I knew, until he was practically on the train, that he would leave Monday afternoon. I had planned a fine farewell dinner and shopped accordingly. Consequently, last night Margaret Lynn and I ate chicken and asparagus until we were very full.

...This is the best time for lonesomeness to strike. All day I run about, chasing the housework and the diddle but at night, by contrast, there is more than enough time for thinking and feeling sorry for myself. So far, I have escape the latter. In two days, I finished Thomas Mann's six hundred word Buddenbrooks. It is my first acquaintance with Mann and a pleasant one. The book concerned the history of four generations of important tradespeople and was reminiscent of The Forsythe Saga. 

Margaret Lynn called you all up on her telephone this afternoon. The conversation for each of you was the same, and she answered for both parties. It seemed to give her unusual satisfaction. 

It has rained all day and that was trying. Realizing that I had to provide four hours of entertainment this afternoon, I assembled all the old newspapers on the living room floor and brought out the little blunt scissors I bought some time ago. This accomplished, I had only to watch that she didn't stab herself. Her efforts with the stiff scissors reminded me of the pin Daddy gave e to thread in my early childhood. Our baby is beginning her domesticity early. Every morning she helps me dry the breakfast dishes--a custom Allen initiated--and does it very well. She is learning to inside the cups and bowls with her paper towel and has broken nothing. 

Taffy [neighbor/friend] says there are, or should be, openings at Wellesley College. I called the railroad station and learned I could make it from home in about an hour, which isn't bad, and the train fare is reasonable. Tomorrow I shall write the English department. 


May 28, 1946

We finally got a break in the weather--rain; two and a half days of it. Margaret Lynn has been blowing bubbles out of the time, so we have survived.  Taffy called last evening to report a cold. Since she had been taking care of the diddle that afternoon, I am afraid the baby may get one, too. I told her not to come, for all our sakes, so the baby and I were here by ourselves last night. Spring colds are too hard to shake.

...The optician advised some pale pink shell frames. They are oblong rather than round, not at all startling, but becoming. The best part is that they cost only $12.15, with the discount. 

Ely Salmitz's son David will be three Sunday and we are all invited. It may be trying for Allen, but at least it won't be a kid's party. Just the Salmitzs, Walter's mother, and another teaching fellow in German who is much attached to David. 

This is a silly letter. Why do I write when there is nothing to say? I hoped for a letter this morning, but apparently my husband is taking all your time. I'll be awfully glad to see him again. 


June 2, 1946

Margaret Lynn is at my elbow...and Allen is in bed, nursing his cold. It t is not an auspicious time to write, but I must go out in the rain in a moment to get fruit juice and newspapers and I might as well send a letter on to my dear parents. Apparently, Allen did miss me while he was gone and was glad to be home, but I'm very glad he had a chance to see you and his family and friends for a few days. He keeps asking why I can't get breakfasts like Daddy's. He says he had a half a pound of bacon and all the fried mush he could eat. We can't get bacon here and I think I'm doing well to provide eggs and toast every morning. He told me a lot about both of you that I wanted to hear--said you looked better than you had in years. He also says the house looks wonderful and raved over the new interior decoration of the front room. He went into every detail and it sounds fine to me, too. About the best news is the progress in painting. I am awfully happy that my Mama is turning out artistic masterpieces, although it makes me feel like a dope. My painting skill has been directed toward the house. While Allen was gone I kem-Towed [?] our ugly front room ceiling ivory and scrubbed the front room and hall rugs with soapless lather, and painted the bathroom woodwork white. The house looks much better now. That front room rug is almost a twin of the one we had for years, first in the living room and finally in Daddy's bedroom. I wonder if you noticed. Now that this one is cleaner, you can't miss the resemblance. It must have been a good rug, thirty years ago. 

It was very nice, Daddy, for you to let Allen drive the car everywhere. It made him so happy. 

By the way, don't expect ocean breezes here this summer. Cape Cod may be coo, but not 30 [illegible: the name of their street]. I am warning you--bring the fan so that we will all be able to sleep. I hope you won't be too disappointed. 

And when shall I look for Aunt Minnie? Allen says she has a reservation so it must be soon and I would like to know more definitely.

I still haven't a job, but am, of course, hoping. I did receive another fairly encouraging answer and wrote some more letters on the basis of advice from someone in the English department at Wellesley. 

Margaret Lynn has nineteen teeth!  She has had no noticeable trouble getting them and I hope she finishes teething before it gets hot. She is driving us crazy with the word "why." She heard one of her little contemporaries using it and seems to like the sound of her own voice. 

The new dress is a great success. I shortened it and wore it for Allen's homecoming with the very best results.


June 5, 1946

I have just finished a letter to Allen's mother. I do wish he would write his own letters. There is nothing harder than stretching pages out of nothing but imagination. 

We hadn't unpacked Alen's bag when I last wrote, so I didn't mention the delicious fruit (so extravagant), the renovated dress, and the necklaces. Why, Mother, did you send me your pearl necklace? I have one, you know, and this is your only one, if I remember correctly. The golf clubs and conserve arrived in perfect condition, and, this morning, my birthday box. I haven't opened this yet. I want to be surprised Friday. You know, darlings, it is hard to be away from home on my birthday. It doesn't do much good to tell you that I will think of you--you know that without my saying it--the saying does me good. I will miss you and think of you and this is only a physical separation. You must never let yourselves thing I am growing away from you. Just the opposite is true. I love and appreciate you both much more than ever. Your letters and the birthday card came this morning. Just think--one more month!

There is nothing but love in my heart tonight so I won't try to write anything more. Just this--Allen's cold is gone and he played golf all day today. And thanks for the torte recipe, Mother. If blueberries are to be had I'll make some for you. 


June 8, 1946

My darlings,

This morning more birthday [presents] came--the lovely rose whatever-it-is. I shall use it--for table flowers mostly, and always love it.  

My birthday was perfect...

Ely Salmitz and the wife of an instructor at MIT who lives next door gave me a lawn part of fruit juice and cookies (our kids [were there] too) and candy. It seemed terribly nice for them to think of me. Ely's son presented me with a box of candy. 

The biggest event was my talk with you. I hope you didn't mind my being brief. We can't just ignore that darned budget, can we? I won't make any more long distance calls between now and July. Let's spend that on ice cream when we're all together. 

Allen brought me two beautiful gardenias and a bottle of Blue Grass cologne which I had requested. He took me to dinner, to see Henry V (the movie which has drawn such rave notices, and rightfully), and for a snack afterwards. It was a lovely day.

Allen is staying in philosophy (at least now). I suppose I'll have to put up with his indecisions until we get that degree. 

Still nothing definite about getting a job. I hope something will turn up but am not too hopeful. It seems funny, doesn't it? --having waited so long just for this opportunity and have nothing turn up. You know, I thought there would be nothing to it. With my advancing years should come some wisdom, too. 


June 15, 1946

I have neglected you this past week, mostly because having a house guest involves a bit of preparation, but now the windows are clean, drawers are ready, etc.,. I just hope she comes before we get all dirty again. I addressed a note a few days ago to the New Hampshire aunt, asking that I be called or notified in some way as to her coming so that Allen might meet her, but have received no reply yet. 

I got a letter from Andrew yesterday saying he was sending me a couple of pairs of nylons for my birthday. If the size is right, I'll send one pair to Chicago. My birthday gift for my mother, by the way, isn't much, especially in the light of her recent generosities, but perhaps our vacation together will help. Mother, you'll howl when you see what it is. After the event I'll write and explain.

Did you notice, Daddy, that Allen walked off with your belt? It was unintentional but I hope it didn't inconvenience you. Today, Margaret Lynn and I bought him a very good looking Cordovan belt with a leather buckle. It cost only 3.50 but is beautifully made. 

Allen went into the big market in or near Faneuil Hall [Haymarket] this morning and got our first meat, except for chicken, since well before we went to Chicago. The dealers were charging black market prices for the little meat they had and our three-and-some-odd pounds pot roast cost $2.67! However, it is beautiful meat, with very little fat, and the Greenman will have a swell Sunday dinner. Heaven knows how we'll get by when the OPA [a military payment...?] is abolished.

June 30, 1946

My darlings, 

It is bedtime but, with three unanswered letters, I'll write briefly before turning in. I enjoyed your letters, especially Daddy's and Mother's birthday one.  I won't say much in answer since I'll see you soon. The birthday slip sounds beautiful and Andrew's book nice, and we'll find a substitute for the white bag. Such things aren't necessities, but I like them very much...

We have had terribly hot weather and almost melted under our roof until yesterday when Allen brought home two rather large electric fans he found in a second-hand shop for 12.50 each. It seemed like a lot of money at the time but, since then, I have been convinced that it was money well spent. Now you needn't bring yours. 

Because of the heat, I cut the baby's hair short back and sides. I hated to do it but it wasn't long or even enough to pin up satisfactorily and she was getting terrible prickly heat. It doesn't look so bad and there was nothing else to do. She caught my cold and has been out of nursery school for a week. 


August 20, 1946

Well, you've been gone a day and we all miss you. The dinner we had last night was good but it was a mournful meal. But then, Christmas is coming soon. I hope the weather cleared up and that your trip is progressing pleasantly. It rained all day yesterday here but today is bright and warm. 

I have been busy since you left. Allen is relying on me to help him with his work and I do the best I can. Besides, I have miles of letters to write. I finished four (one to Mrs. Blaine) last night and have six more I should get off today.

You will be happy to learn that Margaret Lynn now says her evening prayers. Last night, at my suggestion, I heard her repeat after Allen--

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep. 
God bless... 

You two came first in line. 

The flowers are still beautiful and remind me of the even lovelier thought of my darlings. 



September 10, 1946

You must be paying me back for my long silence because I have expected a letter for the past week and been disappointed every time I went down looking for mail. It really isn't good of you not to write because the letters from home are the brightest spot in the day. I read first, then Allen, and then we talk about you, off and on, until the next letters.

[Our vacations] coincide [and] we hope now to leave the afternoon of the twentieth...This isn't absolutely definite, but is as close as I can come now [to a definite date]. At any rate, we will come, and that is the most important thing. You would be amazed to hear how much we talk about an event which is three months away. However, with all the new plans, the time will fly. 

We had thought of coming by plane but that would cost a hundred dollars more since M.L. now would take full fare, so we will be content with slower transportation. 

I have been busy getting all the involved housework done so that I might start teaching with a clear conscience. I have done the windows and curtains, my little painting, the mending, and dusted the books. Only the silver and a little dry cleaning remain. It is so warm and pleasant here that I don't dare put the summer things away yet.

I wore my raincoat yesterday and received compliments from people I hardly know!

I don't know anything more about my classes or even what I am to teach but we are having a teacher's meeting at school Tuesday and that should clear up some of my ignorance. 

Monday, Margaret Lynn and I are going to Dr. Moore's for a "booster inoculation against diphtheria" (I spelled that myself) and tetanus. Her school starts the last day of this month and she is very excited. 

Daddy, Allen wants to tell that you are certainly right--about the virtues of a pipe vs. cigarettes. He apparently enjoys his pipe very much and smokes a cigarette only after meals. I smoke hardly at all. Allen says that if Daddy plans to get him anything for Christmas he would like him (no offense, Mother) to pick out an inexpensive crooked-stem pipe so that he will have three.

All our love,

Clare



September 13, 1946

...Mother, you are going to be terribly busy with evening school and the million and one things that go with full-time teaching. Daddy will have a great deal to do too, but maybe he will do some of the letter writing to help out along with all the other things. The food situation will make it harder, just as it does here. I bought some canned hamburgers at Jordan's for fifty-four cents a can (four to a can). If they are any good, I'll send you some. 

The gabardine suit will be wonderful. Such things are very expensive to buy. 

I have at least twenty pounds of sugar I could donate to canning and had planned to do so, but the fruit available is very expensive and of poor quality, so I shall wait and see if anything better turns up. 

Yesterday, Mis Choate sent me the books from last year in the subjects I will teach. They seem progressive and inspiring and I expect to add a good deal of other material to go along with the regular work. I am looking forward to this job with keen pleasure and am convinced it will be neither tiring for me or bad for the baby. 

All our love,

Clare



September 20, 1946

I am writing at school in the period between recess and assembly. I caught up with more mending last night and so didn't write. 

Yesterday was a madhouse--no (or very few) books, no knowledge of rooms or of general procedure. I managed to struggle through, however, and today is wonderful. I am a peripatetic--no room. I even hold classes on the landing, until more space is available. The children are very delightful and, so far, beautifully behaved. I am enjoying myself. 


Clare teaching; somewhat older than 20-21, the age she was when she wrote these letters.

This morning I received my first check. I find that over twenty dollars is taken out every month for income tax. Allen has claimed the exemptions so I can't. This is something of a disappointment, but it is consoling to know that everyone else is in the same boat. 

We are getting along well without fresh meat. The tinned hamburgers aren't bad. Fresh fruit and vegetables are very high--small cantaloupes are thirty-five cents and tomatoes are about what you said they were in Chicago. When the car comes east we can save a good deal on food during the summer by going out into the country for it. 



October 2, 1946

The beautiful suit arrived today. I might have known something would be created to go with the pearl buttons! It fits beautifully and I will love wearing it. I must say, in all modesty, that I am the best dressed teacher in the Choate school. We have one terribly chic French teacher however, our elderly Madame Laboucher. She personifies what one thinks of Parisian elegance--choker pearls, well-done grey hair, simple black dress, etc.,.

Sunday we took the baby to the Boston Common for a ride on the swan boat in the lagoon. She loved it and so did we. She started school yesterday and everything is going well. Allen is having his teaching schedule so arranged that he can pick her up every day. This will save money and be much better for Margaret Lynn. We would like to do everything we can for her ourselves.

Daddy, Allen thinks now he would like a short, straight stem pipe instead of a crooked one. He things two crooked pipes is enough for just now. 


October 5, 1946

My darlings, 

I am glad Mother is taking the painting course. One of our big hopes is that when you come out east, there will be plenty of time and space for more of that sort of profitable pleasure. I want Daddy to play his violin, too. There is a kind of unequalled spiritual satisfaction in losing oneself in any art medium. I hope that I shall have the opportunity to go back to my music. It would give me such pleasure. I am achieving something of that sort these days in my teaching. 

This is a very happy time for me and I feel that I am doing a moderately good job. These children are, to me, a projection of my own child and I feel very close to them. Our seventh grade history and geography texts have not arrived yet, so I am teaching under difficulties but I found an excellent new (recent) American history written by a nun from St. Xavier's College, Chicago, at the Cambridge library, so we are doing fairly well. 

The sixth grade history and geography is making a book entitled "America, the Richest Country in the World." In it we are discovering a good deal about America's natural resources and what happens to them when they cease being forests, metal ores., etc.,. It is quite fascinating and class and teacher are learning a lot. 

Daddy, Allen wants to know if you do anything for a pipe to remove the caking besides scraping with a knife. I have seen you clean your pipes many times but only remember the scraping.

We now have six and a half pints of marmalade and preserve and five of bread and butter pickles and I am beginning to feel rather proud of myself. 

Time is flying, and in no time we will see you.

Lovingly, 

Clare



October 12, 1946

...I have a miserable head cold just now which is far better today than yesterday. One reason for this is the good care Allen is taking of me. I slept until eleven this morning, planning to do my housework this afternoon. When I finally got up, I found Allen washing the floors with Shorty ["the diddle" has morphed into "Shorty"] and her small rag as helper! They cleaned the whole house! Can you imagine a more wonderful family? 


[Here, Clare's devoted editor has decided to skip ahead a few letters.]


December 8, 1946
This is expensive paper so I can only allow yo a little of it. Also, Shorty is deviling me so don't expect me to be coherent...

I have found that one good thing about being a school teacher is one gets gifts at Christmas time. My younger fry are already telling me what they are going to give me! I counsel them to be moderate but I am looking forward to their offerings. 

Shorty gets sweeter every day. How you will love seeing her and how we will all love seeing you! 


December 15, 1946

My darlings, This will be my last letter. When I realize that I shall see you a week from tomorrow I am almost too happy. It will be such a heavenly vacation.

We have a new radio station in Boston which plays only music, with almost no advertisements. I am listening to a beautiful program of operatic selections from Massenet [?] and enjoying it. 

Daddy'sletter was much appreciated. I feel so flattered to have had him write so often and it will be fine to see him at the station, if he wants to come. Don't forget what I said about dinner--if the train is an hour late, we will eat aboard. Let's have the homecoming as simple and unexciting as possible, for Margaret Lynn's sake. The trip will be a strain for her. It would better, if the train is on time, to give her her egg and fruit when we arrive and then put her to bed and have our dinner afterwards so that we can take our time and talk all we please without having to worry about her getting tired. I really think this would be a good idea, don't you? I certainly don't want her to get sick.

The baby had a heavenly birthday yesterday. She got her gifts after breakfast and we had a glorious time watching her. The robe is very beautiful, but the "handbag" with mirror and money was the star of the day. I'm sure you knew it would be. The new doll and buggy were also loved. Allen's mother sent Shorty some beautiful pink bunny slippers with beaded features. My seventh grade touched me deeply with a doll for the baby. I love that class and this is what was written on the card and signed by all the girls: "Even though I don't know her if she is like you we are sure to like her just like you."

I will always keep that card. We finished the day with a "dinner party" in the front room with Shorty on cushions--chicken and peas, rolls, cake, ice cream and milk. It was an exciting day for us all. I took some pictures. Hope they turn out. All my love 'til soon we meet,

Clare

















Clare with Margaret Lynn

Margaret Lynn with me


Clare as a girl



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