January 25, 1947

Sunday

Dear Doc,

This may be the long promised decent letter I was going to write.  But of course, who knows?  Only time will tell.

It is a perfectly beautiful Sunday afternoon.  I certainly hate to be on duty.  I can't believe the day is possible.  Some like beautiful Texas weather.  Oh no, anything but that.  Be a perfect day for flying, so, why don't you hop in the "Old Gypsy" and dash down Milwaukee way?  Really Chief Big Feather, when have you commenced telling times by moons?  Haven't you heard?  There are days, weeks, months, etc. Sorry, you've been going through life all the "moons" uninformed but I shall see what can be done about it.

Gad, it's beautiful out.  I would like to be doing first anything so I believe I shall "round up" some patients and take them out walking.  Best I can do, but I said just anything, didn't I?

Pardon me one moment while I do.  Promise I won't wait three days.

Monday

Promise I won't wait three days.  Well, I didn't with three days, but one, I shall continue.

It's terribly cold out.  Quite a contrast from the first part of the weather.  Gosh, it is cold, I'm sorry I didn't go with Admiral Byrd to the South Pole, I would be much warmer right now.  Or would I?  But we won't go into that - Let's not - shall we?

Had quite a busy day today.  There certainly is plenty of activity round the place lately - Good weather for alcoholics - 

Jo and I are having a wonderful time.  We are learning how to knit.  Now don't laugh.  It is funny though.  Oh, what laughs!  Frankly, I beginning to think "Why be a slave in the machine age?"  My, so called, scarf looks like one big knot with moth holes.  It's a masterpiece.  I think I'll frame something to show my grandchildren.  Jo is getting "brave" and wants to knit a sweater.  This should prove quite an eventful winter.  But I shall bother you no longer with this female chatter.

Hope you have received the letter I sent to your home.

Tell me, are you still living at or fraternity house?  I hope your "house mother" is treating you with care.

Be good and do write soon - 

Jo sends her "knitted best"

As ever,

Anne