Tuesday Morning

Dearest Mother,

Well today’s the big day. All I can say is to hope for the best and what is to be will be. Nothing very exciting has happened here. Tom is still working hard. Sunday we splurged and went to Danville to the movies. On the way I said, "Gee I wish we were going to meet Matthew" and Tom said, "That sure would be swell wouldn't it." I got a nice letter from Margaret telling me all the dirt. Connie is married, October 28. I hope she'll be very happy. Did you read that article about Dr. Blond? Wasn't it sad - poor man and he was such a big man too and will be a great loss to Jeff.

Tom and his dad are going to the Carolina-Duke football game. I guess you know how thrilled he is at that. Tom’s mother is going to stay with me.

How are you? Well, I hope, and I hope the rest of the family is OK too. Tom’s number was the 3222 called. Do you think he'll be called in the 1st draft? I feel dopy as the dickens today. I can see where I don't get much work done. I could just sleep and sleep. I guess it's the weather. I really feel fine physically. I'm about the size of two houses now. Ain't that something? Marge said that the dance was going to be November 23 and that they sure would miss us but that I shouldn't feel bad because she said she'd give anything to be in the same position and condition as I. I wish she would find a nice boy.

Well sweets, be good and take good care of yourself and Daddy and Matt. Give them my love and everybody a big kiss.

XXX Love,

Mary Anne