Wednesday, April 20, 2011

July 18, 1940: Dearest Margie

Chicago, IL

Dearest Margie:

I received both your letters the same day and I was really excited over your second one saying you could meet me in San Francisco. I can hardly wait, now especially, to get out there. It won’t be this summer and I’m not sure what month it will be, but Al says I am going out to the coast on my first trip, so I will be there at least before Christmas. I hope in October sometime or before. What a time we will have, and as you say, there is no one to bother us like we would in Los Angeles. I don’t know where you would rather stay, but I can fix my plans to yours and and maybe we can go on down South together.

Well I finally got into the Democratic Convention. A brother SAE came to the Temple and gave us some tickets. We were in the session being there at the time Roosevelt was elected, or I should say nominated. The damn Mayor in this town has a bunch of fake tickets printed up and gave them to his political friends in the balcony. They slept and ate up there, and nobody else could get seats. Then they kept yelling for Roosevelt. Well I’m telling you we really had a time. After an hour of shoving we got to where we could see everything and I took some pictures and home one of them turns out, but I’m still just learning and I don’t know if I had my camera right for flashlite shots.

Did you happen to be listening? If you were did you hear anybody yelling for Wilkie? Well if you did it was little me and Al. We had a great time and got a lot of dirty looks, but it was worth it.

We stayed until the balloting was over, and then left about 1:30. I was sure a tired boy, but I feel it was worth it, and is an experience I shall never forget.

Did I tell you in my letters that Glenn Miller was here? I don’t think I did. I hope I can get down and hear live before he leaves. Why don’t you hop on a plane and we will go together? Then the next night we would go hear Ray Noble and all the time I could be telling you how much I miss you, or should I say missed you. If I don’t get out to San Francisco soon you're likely to meet a crazy man when I do, because this is agony not seeing you. But at least I have it to look forward to.

Say that’s marvelous of you to send back the records. I haven’t received them yet, but when I do, I’ll probably spend all my time listening to them and wishing I was at the Grove with you, or any place with you for that matter. Al says I get that dreamy look in my eyes when I plan my records. It certainly must be awful to see.

I haven’t seen “His Favorite Wife” yet, but I’m still trying.

Other than going to the convention, I haven’t done a darn thing but work, which is by the way getting very interesting. Al is showing me the different problems that I am going to have to solve when I get on the road. Its really swell because he has already shown me the chapters that need a lot of help, and he just turns them over to me and says to figure them out the way I see it. That’s the way I like it and he says he believes I could do it as well as he which gives me that added confidence. I know I'm going to like it a lot, because although I am my own boss here practically, on the road I have complete say so and what I say goes, and Al backs me up. I’m not saying this to brag, but merely trying to show you how it stands and why I like it so.

I’ll really have a lot to tell you when I get to the coast, but all I can say now is that I wish it was Wed night and I could tell you I love you again personally, so I’ll ditto it here in the letter. Until Sat. Margie.

My Love,


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