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429 October 13 - Saturday - 10:30 P.M. My Darling Tink: 'Scuse please my being so late, I've been deep in a book, and just couldn't get to a good stopping place. Encore no mail except a letter from M and F, and some newspapers you sent early in September. Do you know of any reason why Jerry and I should be missing letters from around Sept 29 - Oct 4? In the letter from M and F there was a check for $18.75 from Josh - a belated birthday gift to Wendy - to be put into a bond. He’s a good egg, and seems to be very much pleased with Wendy, and you “are the right man” for me---. F writes that while he was ordering a Christmas box for you [pg 2] the clerk told him that he had been in the Navy, and in on the Tinian assault. Something funny seems to be going on at home - letters have been less frequent, and from the general tone I guess maybe the annual fund is on. That's only a guess, and if its time, alls probably well by now. I'll let you know when the atmosphere clears - poor dears I guess it's a natural outcome of the cloistered life they've been living. Finally got your last Christmas box together, and ready for mailing. I'm sending it, hoping that it will have to be sent back for you to open here. Speaking of Christmas, Wendy got into our ornaments today, and was having herself a fine time. That got us to talking about Christmas, and we decided to [pg 3] ask Santa Claus to leave room for you in his pack - right on top where you could hop out easily. How do you like Deirdre (dede) Wiepert J.? I rather like it, but maybe it isn't solid enough. Girls names are a problem, but they are fun to think about. Columbia trounced Yale today - they’re supposed to have a good team this year. Hope we’re where we can get to some games next Fall. The scrap of blue yarn is the color I got for Wendy's mittens. It matches the binding on her light blue snow suit. I was going to make red, but decided on the blue with little silver bells tied at the wrist, so [pg 4] I can keep track of her while she is toddling about. She is amazingly well coordinated, and it delights me to see her crawl up into the armchair and get down. Each day she becomes more of a child and less of a baby, yet for another two years at least she will continue to have some baby mannerisms, and whether I should be or not, I'm glad. How bout some good fine letters tomorrow - Goodnight Darling, its going to be so good to have you home again - I love you so much- Bobby
