Archive for Apr 2014

This past weekend, the hubs and I spent an amazing weekend with family as we participated in our 2nd Muckfest – a 5K muddy obstacle course designed as a fundraiser to raise awareness and funds to research and find a cure for Multiple Sclerosis. Since both our aunt and our dad have MS, this cause is near and dear to the hearts of myself and my three sisters. And I am going to start out this post the same way as I did last year…thanking each and every one of my friends and family members who contributed to our fundraising efforts. So, thank you!  Our team was a bit smaller than last year and we grudgingly admit our fundraising efforts weren’t as valiant as last year’s, but I was able to contribute $440 to the team and the team as a whole raised over $1000!  Of course, this seems small potatoes next to the $550,000 that the entire weekend brought in…but even our little bit makes a huge difference to that number:)

So, not only was our team smaller this year (Karen took pictures again, and Lauren was benched ’cause she has a “little mucker” in her belly), but the weather was quite different too. Last year our only complaint about Muckfest was that there wasn’t enough mud. Wet gravel just isn’t as much fun. Well, we got our wish this year…along with 44 degree temps, clouds and rain. And where we thought the water was cold last year, well this year was borderline hypothermic. The polar plunge had nothing on us!

 

Just like last year, there wasn’t a shortage of prerace shenanigans;)

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Before & After group photos:)

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Karen’s boys were the only returning “little muckers” from last year, and got to freeze their bums off while the rest of us got mucky. No worries though, the only thing necessary to keep boys busy is a giant dirt pile.

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The “Muck Off” obstacle is toward the end of the course, and one that Diane opted to skip. Since she maybe weighs 90 pounds, it was probably a decision that saved her life. I can’t even begin to describe how cold this water was, and I am still trying to figure out how I managed to be the first one in and the last one out.

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One thing that I love about Muckfest is the bond that forms between every single racer. The event is non-competitive so no one is super pushy and everyone is just there to have as much fun as possible. If someone wipes out in the mud, everyone laughs (not just your own teammates) and then perfect strangers jump in to help you up. Last year on one of the rope climbs, I remember talking a girl who was deathly afraid of heights through the obstacle…well, this year I ended up doing the same exact thing! We are all there with the same exact mission: Fight MS and finish the damn race:)

 

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Unfortunately, finishing the damn race meant jumping into one more water pit before you made it to the finish line…

 

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I’m going to wrap this up with a side-by-side of our pyramid from this year on the left and the one from last year on the right, because I am just so darn proud. Last year, I could barely run a mile going into this race and I was definitely at the back of the pack. This year, twenty-five pounds lighter and a heck of a lot stronger, I didn’t have any problem whatsoever keeping up:)

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Okay okay, I know I missed last week. I am really sorry, and you can bet I had cousins texting me asking where the heck my Friday post was. But as bad as I feel about missing one, this also makes me feel great too. Now I know for sure that taking the time to decipher handwriting and dig a little deeper into my grandparents’ letters doesn’t just mean something to me, but to my family and even to those who aren’t part of our family. So thank you for that. And since I skipped a week, how about three letters from gma to gpa:)

As you read through these, here are a few notes to keep things a little less confusing (I hope):

1. PeeWee is a nickname for my grandfather’s twin sister, Evelyn.

2. Evelyn (PeeWee) married Frank Weber.

3. Evelyn and Eugene also have a brother named Frank.

4. My grandmother refers to their son as Bu-bu, Buddy Jr and Butch in her letters.

5. Fun side note: Aunty Nan was a favorite aunt of my grandmother’s. She likes to tell the story of how Aunty Nan wore rubber-soled shoes and would sneak into the room where my grandparents were (before they were married, of course) to see if she could catch them “necking on the couch”.

6. Another fun note: If you haven’t noticed yet, my grandparents refer to each other as Mommy and Daddy often. Grandma just turned 94 and Grandpa will be 97 in August, and they still refer to each other as Mommy and Daddy.

(from Christine to Eugene) January 9, 1944

My Darling Husband,

At last I can sit down evenings and talk to you in letters now that I have your address.

Your voice sounded wonderful today and made me miss you a little more, if possible. You sounded very happy and contented.

How did you make out with your laundry? Did you miss your mommy then? Now you know what I do every day. Our two tails know how to make work for me, too.

Well, darling, you can never deny your son. He looks more like you every day. He is getting to be the spitting image of you in more ways than one too! He’s some boy. You don’t have to worry about Lyn and I as long as we have Bu-bu to protect us.

Lyn misses you, I think. She asks for you at least once a day. Now when I ask her where you are, she moves her hands to say all gone. She got spanked today. I put her down at 12:45 for her nap. At 1 o’clock she has wet her bed. Where she keeps it all, I don’t know. I walked down to your mother’s today with our two babies. I was running with them; when I stopped Lyn would say “more” making the “m sound” very long. She surprised me.

I took a spill yesterday in the driveway but just skinned my knee a little. I need you to take care of me. I still haven’t caught our mouse who reappeared on the scene. He stole the bait one night. He’s an educated mouse.

Frankie is at Sampson- did I tell you? Yes, I did, I remember, cause I remember mentioning Seneca Lake. Pee has gotten 4 letters from him and he’s called twice. He says he has more clothes than he ever had in his life. He is terribly home-sick tho! Are you?

Oh my dearest I’ll be so glad when this war is over and we can have a normal life. We haven’t, really, since we were married. I only saw you really about 2 hours a day then.

I got all our bills paid. Now all I have this month is license plates and insulation. That check from Brewster is certainly taking its time.

Mom, PeeWee & I went to see “Thousands Cheer” tonight. It was very good. We all liked it a lot.

Your father was talking to Jimmy Clement today & he said you would get home your 3rd weekend. It certainly is taking its time. Just keep your fingers crossed if you do get it too! Get the “punt”?

Buddy(Jr) smiles all the time now and coos away for all he’s worth. He’s getting so cute now. He stores away food like his daddy. He likes to lie on your side of the bed propped up on your pillow. Yes, he christened your side too.

I’ll close now my dearest but will write again tomorrow. Take good care of my sweetest boy and keep missing your Mommy.

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(from Christine to Eugene) January 10, 1944

Dearest Darling Sweetheart,

Another day less now before you get home. I don’t know what I’ll even do when you actually go out on a boat. I’ll just sit on pins & needles till you get home, I guess.

Snook is here this evening. She brought back a naughty book of Grandma’s for me to read.

Darling, what I wouldn’t give to have you home tonight. When I miss you especially is when I have to get up with Butch. Getting back into a cold bed is awful.

Mom is taking Lyn & I into the City with her tomorrow. She is going to buy a coat & a dress- part of her Christmas. Aunty Nan is going to take care of my little Buddy. Your mom was going too but PeeWee is having a permanent tomorrow and I don’t like to leave Butch with her besides Bunny.

I called your mother today after I got your two letters this morning. I told her you wanted everyone to write and she said she supposed you’d answer all the letters. I said sure.

It’s a week today since you left Brewster and still no check. I think maybe I should write them. Maybe they did close down after you left.

Our babies have been as good as gold today. Lyn didn’t even have her hands spanked and Butch didn’t cry once. Maybe it’s cause I told them I got two letters from you. Lyn asked for you again when I fixed her at 6 this morning. She certainly is her daddy’s girl.

Tomorrow I’ll get you a sewing kit. I thought there would be a larger selection there. I am also going to try again to get a service flag.

Goodnight till tomorrow, my love. Try to write as often as possible. We miss you so much – especially me. All my love an millions of kisses.

Mommy.

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 (from Sis to Bud) January 11, 1944

Sweetheart,

If this sounds disconnected, it’s because I’m listening to Duffy’s Tavern. Patricia – no Katrinka Yabash is proposing to Archy.

When I got back from the City two letters from you were waiting. I lost no time reading them. I also got a letter from Peg and a card from Frankie. Frankies address is:

Francis J Weber, A.S.
Co. 452= Unit F – Lower
U.S.N.J.S.
Sampson, NY

 Pee Wee gets on the average of two letters a day from him, he’s so homesick. Frankie asked for you in the card. His whole card consists of one sentence. It’s really sumpin. It should be about 5 sentences instead of one.

 Your Mother & Betty both heard from Frank last week. He is fine but I think he’s a little upset about your father because he got your father’s letter from the hospital and since then no one has mentioned Dad in any of their letters. He doesn’t mention how he spent Christmas.

 I think I will have to drop the Merchant Marines a line to tell them my sweet husband does not like ham and to please give you steak instead. We are going to have a steak this week, with fresh mushrooms. Are you jealous? I’ll see if I can get one when you come home, too, or would you rather have ham.

So they cut your hair! I bet not the way I like it. No matter how it looks darling, you’ll still look wonderful to me when you get home.

  Lyn asks for her Daddy still every morning. She’s a good girl – sure. She has another tooth and you can see her 16th just under the gum. It should be through by tomorrow. I had to give Buddy more to eat today. Last night he woke up at 12:15 and again at 4:45. He cried from 6 – 8:30. So I gave him more cereal, fruit and vegetables and gave him 7 oz of milk. What a pig!

 Last night I couldn’t get to sleep. I kept thinking about you coming home the weekend after next. I wonder if I’ll ever get over this “just married” feeling. I hope not. No one could possibly love anyone else the way I love you. I do love you so much and I have two living proofs to show for it. I dream about you every night, anyway, which is something. It does help a little.

 You didn’t fix our porch before you left so I got a bolt for it. Grandpa put it on.

 I got a service flag today and two service pins – one for me and one for Lyn.

 I just finished two weeks ironing before I started this and burned my thumb doing it, damn it.

 What did you do your last week home? See how many holes you could put in your socks? I think I’ll send them to you & let you darn them. Do you still pull off your toe nails?

 No more news, darling, except I love you with all my heart and miss you something fierce. Be good now and keep on loving.

 x x x x x x x etc  Mommy

If you have been following my blog at all in the past two years, then you probably know Adrien real well:)  And if not, you can meet him here, here, here, here, here, here and yep here too. Well, my lens really loves Adrien, but it was about time he had a new cousin to share the spotlight with! And Adrien and his momma  gave the perfect gift to baby Connor’s momma at her baby shower…a newborn session with me:)

So, welcome to the world little Connor!

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I love when clients bring their own props to sessions. Bringing your own prop really personalizes a session, and in this case Connor’s props were extra special. His maternal grandmother passed away and there is no doubt she is loving this little guy from above as much as she would if she were holding him in her own arms. This quilt is one she made for a cousin in 1982, and that cousin passed it on to Connor:)

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And Connor’s grandmother gave this beautiful angel to his momma before she passed <3

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Now, not only do I love it when clients bring their own props, but I love making cute props as well…especially for newborn sessions!  This stocking cap has been kicking around the studio for a bit, but the turtle prop was made escpecially for Connor to debut;)

connorgnewborn 2 {Litchfield, Maine newborn photographer} Connor <3

connorgnewborn 1 {Litchfield, Maine newborn photographer} Connor <3

Before we get right into this week’s amazing letters, please please keep your comments coming:) And feel free to leave a comment below right here on the blog!  I read each and every one of them. It is wonderful to hear how much you are enjoying this series and how these letters remind some of you of your own family history.

Now for the next letters, there is a little gap from last week. In this missing time period, Bud and Sis got married June 7, 1941. And then they gave birth to their first born, Christine Evelyn on June 3, 1942. She goes by Lyn…and always has:)

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(from Bud to Sis) January 8, 1943

Dearest,

I’m taking a little time off from work to send you some money. We got an advance in expense money besides our salary. That is why it looks good. Hope it will take care of a lot of things. All my love to you and Lyn. I’ll try to write tonight. We are working til nine again tonite. I love you so much. Give my love and lots of kisses to our baby.

Your lover, Daddy

 

And then there is another gap in the letters. They have welcomed a baby boy into their growing family. Franklyn was born on October 28, 1943.

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(from Sis to Bud) January 6, 1944

My dearest one,

Gee it was wonderful to hear from you last night my darling. I miss you so already. Are you homesick for your Mommy and babies?

Lyn grabbed some socks off the radiator this morning and I told her to leave Daddy’s socks alone. She looks at me and says “Dad-ee?” Then she went to the front of the stairs and called you and you didn’t answer. I took her to New York today and she was good as gold. She was kind of tired tonight. Buddy stayed at your mother’s. He’s waked up only one night since last Sunday night. Good, huh? He was 10 weeks today and weighed 11 ¾ lbs.

Frankie phoned last night too. He is at Sampson on Seneca Lake. Do you remember Seneca Lake, darling, and the White City Cabins? You better. It seems so long ago.

Did you know Jimmy Clement is an instructor at Hoffman Is. He’s a Chief Petty Officer.

I’ve just written all over my thank you letters. I wrote to Joe & Frank and thanked them for our gifts.

Your check has not arrived yet but maybe tomorrow. I can’t mail this anyway until I hear from you.

I wasn’t nervous this time at all sleeping alone. I went right to sleep and slept right though. Maybe it’s cause this time I have a man in the house! Some man. You and I & Lyn love him anyway. Oh my darling, we’re such a happy family, aren’t we? I have everything I want and I love, only my love is just a little out of reach right now.

1/9/44- I’ll close now and mail this as you called this morning and sent your address. I’ll write again tonight.

All my love (and that covers plenty of territory!), Mommy

Lyn & Butch send their love.

(from Sis to Bud)….this is a note that was either never sent, or was enclosed with the previous letter…dated 1/6/44

Darling,

I am writing this with your daughter on my lap in the Bank in New York City. Lyn has been an angel. I hope she keeps it up. She is just all eyes. She ate bacon, rolls, a little potatoes & carrots & some ice cream for her lunch so she didn’t do bad.

I was so glad to hear from you last night and know you were near home and all right.

Our big son is 10 weeks old today and weighs 11 ¾ lbs.

This is just a note. I’ll write a note when I get home.

Mommy

(from Sis to Bud) January 9, 1944

My Darling Husband,

At last I can sit down evenings and talk to you in letters now that I have your address.

Your voice sounded wonderful today and made me miss you a little more, if possible. You sounded very happy and contented.

How did you make out with your laundry? Did you miss your mommy then? Now you know what I do every day. Our two tails know how to make work for me, too.

Well, darling, you can never deny your son. He looks more like you every day. He is getting to be the spitting image of you in more ways than one too! He’s some boy. You don’t have to worry about Lyn and I as long as we have Bu-bu to protect us.

Lyn misses you, I think. She asks for you at least once a day. Now when I ask her where you are, she moves her hands to say all gone. She got spanked today. I put her down at 12:45 for her nap. At 1 o’clock she has wet her bed. Where she keeps it all, I don’t know. I walked down to your mother’s today with our two babies. I was running with them; when I stopped Lyn would say “more” making the “m sound” very long. She surprised me.

I took a spill yesterday in the driveway but just skinned my knee a little. I need you to take care of me. I still haven’t caught our mouse who reappeared on the scene. He stole the bait one night. He’s an educated mouse.

Frankie is at Sampson- did I tell you? Yes, I did, I remember, cause I remember mentioning Seneca Lake. [Pee] has gotten 4 letters from him and he’s called twice. He says he has more clothes than he ever had in his life. He is terribly home-sick tho! Are you?

Oh my dearest I’ll be so glad when this war is over and we can have a normal life. We haven’t, really, since we were married. I only saw you really about 2 hours a day then.

I got all our bills paid. Now all I have this month is license plates and insulation. That check from Brewster is certainly taking its time.

Mom, PeeWee & I went to see “Thousands Cheer” tonight. It was very good. We all liked it a lot.

Your father was talking to Jimmy Clement today & he said you would get home your 3rd weekend. It certainly is taking its time. Just keep your fingers crossed if you do get it too! Get the “punt”?

Buddy(Jr) smiles all the time now and coos away for all he’s worth. He’s getting so cute now. He stores away food like his daddy. He likes to lie on your side of the bed propped up on your pillow. Yes, he christened your side too.

I’ll close now my dearest but will write again tomorrow. Take good care of my sweetest boy and keep missing your Mommy.

For many of us the very thought of a courtroom conjures up images of scary judges, cut-throat attorneys, and ridiculously expensive lawsuits. And for a kid, a courtroom can be a very scary place. Yesterday, as I sat across the hall from Steven, it was obvious he was nervous…but he was excited too. It was FINALLY adoption day!

I first met Steven and his mom eight years ago. His momma and I became instant friends. The kind of friends that can go weeks without talking and pick right up where we left off. And while this adoption has a happy ending, it had to have a sad beginning to get to this point. Steven was a boy who was loved unconditionally by his momma before he was even conceived. Roxana has enough room in her heart for a million children, but the love she has for her little boy is extra special. So, when her first marriage got a little rocky, she fought with every thing she had…and everything she didn’t…and got her and her boy out of a messy situation.

Fast forward a bit and Rox and Steven met Robert (or Uncle Bob as my kids call him). As I photographed their wedding last July, it was evident that things had to fall apart in their lives in order for them to fall together just the right way. For Bob and Roxana, family is everything and to show Steven that they really meant it, Bob made the commitment to adopt Steven.

So, yesterday, in a bundle of nerves and excitement, Steven sat in a courtroom with his parents, their attorney and a really greeat judge and got his new name: Steven William Bergin. Congratulations to all of you and I am so happy that I got to be a small part of your simply amazing day <3

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As a photographer, I spend my days photographing and editing images of tons of other people’s kids, but I definitely fall short when it comes to my own. Well, acceptance is the first step, right? Yesterday, I treated my five year old to a fun afternoon by picking her up early from school for an impromptu trip to the salon. She just finished up her very first season of competition cheering and had mentioned a new ‘do’ once the season was over. For many, a haircut wouldn’t be a big deal, but Izzy’s hair nearly touched her bum and she had never really had an actual cut in her life!

She was super excited when I picked her up from school. And then not so much when it came time to sit in the stylist’s chair. After a little chat about how our stylist, Katie, and I would take turns making cuts and how it wouldn’t hurt one bit, the game was back on. Katie braided her hair, I snipped the 9.5 inches (which will be donated to Pantene Beautiful Lengths) off and Katie gave her an adorable cut. Of course, getting her to cooperate for a few headshots last night was a whole other battle.

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izzy5haircut 1 {Litchfield, Maine studio photographer, child headshots} Isabelles new do

As promised yesterday, here are the sneak peeks from the last four mini sessions on Sunday!  Don’t forget to leave them some blog love in a comment below:)

cote 1 {Litchfield, Maine studio photographer} Easter Mini Sessions: part two!

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dunn 1 {Litchfield, Maine studio photographer} Easter Mini Sessions: part two!

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Last Wednesday, I went and picked up the newest addition to our little family….6 baby chicks!  My original plan was to use them in Easter Mini Sessions and then give them to a friend who planned to raise chickens. Turns out, we have all fallen in love with these tiny girls and also, we really love eggs;) So, hubby spent a good part of Saturday drawing up building plans for a coop while I spent yesterday photographing some really really cute kiddoes as they fell in love with the chicks too! These are a few peeks at the first four sessions from yesterday. You will just have to wait until tomorrow for the next four;)

angell 1 {Litchfield, Maine studio photographer} Easter Mini Sessions: part one

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stoddard 3 {Litchfield, Maine studio photographer} Easter Mini Sessions: part one

I had such great feedback from so many of you after last week’s post.  I want to thank you for taking a few minutes to read this little part of my history….and don’t forget that you can always leave a little blog love in the comments below, too;)

So, after last week, I was able to learn a few things.

1) My cousin and aunt were looking through an alumni book, and it looks as if my grandfather graduated in 1938. Which means that he did wait for my grandmother to graduate too <3

2) When my grandfather said that he didn’t race due to his hay fever, he meant boat racing. He used to race sailboats in the bay.

3) It wasn’t until she was 3 or 4 years old that my grandmother discovered her name wasn’t really Sis. She was in ballet class (which she hated) and her instructor called her Christine. She looked at her mother puzzled and her mother informed her that was her name. “Well, I don’t really like it. My name is Sis” was her response.

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Now, my original plan was to share just one or two letters per week. But this week would’ve only consisted of a couple postcards from Bud to Sis, and I thought that would just be mean;) So this week you get a little more!

(postcard) Saturday, April 29th, 1939 (written while Bud was working on a ship in New Jersey on Float 5 aboard Sea Eagle)

Dear Sis,

I’ll write to you later. I’ve been awfully busy. Went to bed at 12:00 last nite and had to get up at 5:00 this A.M. Don’t know when I’ll be able to see you. Be good and give Pat (Pat is Christine’s baby sister) a kiss for me.

Love, Buddy

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(postcard) May 1st, 1939

Dear Sis,

I guess you’ll get another card of mine today that I mailed late Sat. Everything is O.K. Have been working pretty hard. Don’t know when I’ll be home. I miss you a little bit. Maybe I’ll get a chance to write you a letter some day.

Love, Buddy

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(letter from Sis to Bud) May 6, 1939

Darling,

I think it is about time I wrote you a letter, don’t you? Even if it is hard for me to say, I can at least write it. I miss you very much.

I went swimming today for the first time. The little kids went with me. Freddy against Mother’s orders and he hasn’t heard the end of it yet.

We are still at a quandry at what to do tonight. I suggested coming down to see you, but joe said you would be at a show. As long as you don’t take a blonde, I don’t mind.

Jean is with me this weekend and she and Andy are getting along fine. Andy came over all “spiffed” up to take her out.

I don’t know when this letter will get mailed as I can’t remember where you said to write. Never fear though, where there’s a will there’s a way. I’ll find out, even if I have to bring it myself.

Wonders of wonders! Joe paid me the money he owed me today!

I have been bicycling all day and am quite sore in the seat.

We went to Baltimore Shores today about an hour after they pulled the missing Whitman fellow out of the creek. Do you know who I mean? Anyway he’s been missing about 4 or 5 days. He landed in the creek behind our church. A detective said he must have been doing 85mph. The dope! Tom Webber saw him pulled up and said you could see his feet sticking up as they pulled the car up.

I think I had better cut this short as they’re doing dishes downstairs.

Has anything else happened to the boat? And when are you going to write to me. I’ve been looking for a letter since Thursday. You’re mean.

Next time you come home try and get her earlier please.

Lots & Lots & Lots of love, Sis

Someday, maybe I’ll say something.

Sunday

I went over to the ocean swimming today. The water was a little chilly, but refreshing.

Your father was there and I asked him where I could reach you. He said Float 5. He asked me if I had heard from you and he also told me your mother had given you a lot of post-cards and still hadn’t heard from you since you were away Wed. morning. You’re terrible. Nonetheless I still miss you horribly. Please write.

Love, Sis

_____________________________

from Bud to Sis) May 12, 1939 8:30 P.M.

I’m all alone on the boat so I have a little time to write. When I’m not busy, Honey, I always think of you. I think of you when I am busy too. You disturb me terribly.

I don’t know why I’m writing to you, I could be doing plenty of other things. When I got here this morning your letter was here. It was a good letter even if you “didn’t say anything in four pages.” We did pretty well today because there was only one other boat besides us. However, we aren’t going to make any trips tonight because there aren’t many people out and it is pretty cold. I wish I could leave come home again tonight but maybe it is just as well that I did not. It will give you a chance to miss me some more (maybe).

It is now 11:37. I was rudely interrupted by the boss who came back with a girl who used to pose for a lot of his pictures. We had to take her for a ride in the boat. Her name is Olga Doktor. She is a Russian and very pretty. You need not worry though for she’s a man hater; besides I love you. It’s darn cold here now and I hope the boss hurries back from seeing Miss Doktor home so that we can go to our mooring and get to bed. I’m going to try to mail this early Saturday morning so that it might get to you before Monday.

I used almost the whole film today and I will probably use the rest tomorrow.

I can’t think of anything more to tell you, darling, except that I miss you already. Give my regards to everyone and save all of my love for yourself.

Your Buddy