October 1, 1944

Sunday night

Dear Ken,

We have just returned from having the best fun – went visiting with Amelia. She went to school with a young priest, whose parish is located fairly near here and she hadn’t seen him for 6 years. Until today – they met each other like old friends – and we were immediately invited up to his private apartment. Amelia said “imagine how some people might talk.” Right off, we had a good, big, strong whiskey and soda, while he and Amelia talked over old times and the stuff they’ve been up to! Suffice it to say, they’ve both been around and have had some high times. He, evidently, told us some fresh jokes that are different. A young man came to confession one day with “Father, I sinned. Last night I was out with a beautiful blond, and I kissed her, etc.” Father said “yes, yes, go on”. The fellow said “That was all”. Father decided that the young fellow was to eat a bale of hay for penance, whereupon the guy protested, “but Father, I’m no horse.” “Yes, I know, but you’re a horse’s a__”. See? Not bad, huh?

Just read this over and had to insert “of hay” – which makes the joke!

Honey I’m awful!

Lovingly,

Berna Lou