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334 Sunday July 15 - 8:45 P.M. My Dearest Darling: Have just finished writing Muz, and now I am listening to the Standard Hour - a Bach fugue I'm not familiar with. Before that I was reading Nora Waln's “Reaching for the Stars.” It's a story (non-fiction) of life in Germany just prior to the war, very enlightening, and not a bit hard to read. This morning we went down to Bev's about ten for breakfast. Isabel and Mrs. [McAren?] were both there - we had cantaloupe, coffee cake, scrambled egg and coffee. Wendy ate as [pg 2] much of the scrambled egg as I’d let her, and drank water while we had coffee. She insists on taking part in whatever is going on now. She expresses herself by going around to each one's plate in turn and looking hopeful. Its sort of like feeding a puppy only lots more fun! Afterwards we ambled over to the P.O. and I picked up a note from you and letter from M and F. M wrote that Muz had phoned - she and Albert plan to leave New York on the 4th but aren't sure of their reservations. I was hoping Muz would get out here, but I guess travelling is almost impossible. If she ever saw Wendy, she wouldn't want to go home. I probably [pg 3] shouldn't say such things about our very own daughter, but that's the way I feel. This afternoon I walked over and brought Grammy Price back here. Her days are so long and lonely that I try to pop in and see her, or have her come over here as often as possible. Wendy walked the whole way over with me just holding on to one hand. It will be hard for you to believe this, but today she climbed upstairs all by herself to the little room. I kept two or three steps behind just in case she should stumble, but she didn't. Grammy says that little sweetie is both walking and talking early, and she ought to know after four [pg 4] children and seven grandchildren. Wendy's vocabulary astounds everyone including me. My one hope is that she will be good in arithmetic or at least have some inkling of what's going on - I never did, and it still shames me. I hate to have her grow so fast, as I guess all mothers do, and I guess the only cure for that is a tiny sister or brother. I’d be ready for the right now, if only you were home and this damn war over. I guess we’d better get a line on what we’re going to do tho, before we start the next sprout - Even now I can picture Wendy's glee when we tell her. Still have lots to do before Helen gets here tomorrow so I’d better get to sleep and pop up early. I love you darling- Bobby
