Letters from George

Colorado

Dear Marian

I got the Christmas Gift you sent. Thanks a lot. The cookies were swell too. When you see your mother-in-law thank her for me, will you? Tell her I was asking about her too. I remember the spaghetti I had there when Gary was christened. I passed those cookies around to the wolves only once and they were over half gone so I had to hide the rest of them.

When I was home even they were advising everybody to send Christmas packages early. I guess they did it to make things easier on the postmen. It only took four days for the gifts to reach me. They were appreciated just as much though as they would have been if I got them on Christmas Eve. Thank Doll for the cards. I'm glad she remembered me.

Some fellow that I travel with had his wife come out here. She has an apartment in town and they invited me for a Christmas Dinner. I might try a little strategy instead though. I think I'll get up early Christmas Morning and go to church in town. I'll wait around outside after Mass with a downhearted look and wait for some woman with a nice daughter to invite me for dinner. I'm not a bit bashful.

Thanks a lot for letting me know who sent the gifts. I was puzzled for a while. I think that was swell of Lavy marrying Margaret McCloskey before he went in the service. Not many fellows would have done it.

Well I finally took some snapshots. They are supposed to be developed Wednesday so you will soon have a chance to see your handsome brother in a uniform. If I don't look good it must be the fault of the guy that snapped the pictures.

I read in the paper that it was down to zero on the East coast. Boy that makes me shiver. I never saw crazy weather before like they have here. We start the morning with overcoats and by noon its too hot with a jacket on. This is no lie. It changes from about 20° to 60° or better during the course of the day. It still hasn't rained since I've been here. When it does I'll let you know. That really would be news.

Well Sis take it easy. I'll write again soon.

Your brother George