Every letter that my father wrote…all…all had about them an empurpled intensity … a flair … an escalation of objects and events out of the mundane and into the celestial.
February 25, 1968
I am sitting here in Linda’s complicated room, which due to her malady is not in the most orderly state of composure. We all think of you many times and miss your happy chatter and patter which Linda contends, leads you to the refrigerator. Chucky is now in Hebrew School and is coming back shortly, after which he is leaving for a Boy Scout Hike. Fathers are not invited, so that’s that. Mother has been abstracted by relative Libby and is involved in some purchasing involvements at friend Litzie, the ladies clothes instrumentality.
Linda is just gurgling with delight as I read this letter back to her on my tape recorder, via voice box ~ Michael is paying a visit to neighbor Sollo, just north of us. That is squire Richard ~ Mikey has been having inspirations to play the trumpet, which he claims is vital for the security of our armed forces in Viet Nam and the second coming of Elijah. The tones must be long and clear and in a most
I strongly recommend that the next book that you read which is a substantial volume but most satisfying an experience is “The Wandering Jew” by the French writer Eugene Sue. The book contains a lifetime of historical and dramatic experience involving the Wars of France. The thugs of India and their diabolical goddess KALI ~ The Society of Jesus and their complicated endeavors and machinations and all intertwined with a vast inheritance which has been entrusted to the members of a family and its final disposition.
We all join in recommending to you most assiduously that you exercise caution on your motorcycle which requires vigilance and constant alertness. Make sure that you partake of good and wholesome food for that is the substance of life and gives strength so that we may give nourishment to our mind and spirit.
I close these small few lines with the best regards from all the family and bid you take special note of the editorial comment in the enclosed newspaper article lamenting upon the fact that teaching economics has become a lost art.
~ Dad ~
October 16, 1968
Soon mother will leave for New York City and she will see you and Selma. This will be the beginning of a 28 day vacation trip to Israel. I regret to say that I would have been anxious to go with mother, but circumstances make it impossible.
As to what we are doing now ~ This Saturday, we are all going on a ride to Linda at Champaign, Ill. At the University…It is nice to learn that you are getting along well on your job ~ Mother and I miss you. I went on an overnite trip with Chucky and his boy scout troop a couple of weeks ago ~ Unfortunately the scout master was crawling along the terrain in front of his patrol and in the dark tumbled over and fell into a ravine in an abandoned quarry. He was unconscious for about 15 minutes ~ but he will live.
Write us a few pages telling us about your day to day struggle against the various elements of life and nature. We are anxious to hear from you.
Love, Dad & Mom
Sat. Nov. 23rd, 1968
My Dear Shelly,
It’s going to be another 3 or 4 days before mother returns to her little home in Highland Park. We will certainly be happy to have her back. I am enclosing her last letter to us for you to read and show to Selma. Please return it to me as Mother plans on writing a book with the collected remembrances and works.
I hope that your little manuscript works out satisfactorily with your employer. I bought Michael an enlarger, for photography, paper and chemicals. It will be an interesting hobby, and perhaps a side vocation. I am sending you some pictures that he enlarged and made.
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