Make The Most of It
June 1st, 1943
Dear Cal,
Do you remember before the first talkies came out? The theatres would have those phonographs near the seats with sound effects and some lines of dialogue timed to the screen. Though it wasn’t perfect, the text wasn’t needed. You got everything from that jury-rigged soundstage, right?
I suppose things are kinda like that now. No longer face to face, the only confirmation I’ll have that is your replies, and the only knowledge you’ll have of me and Junior is these letters. I had better make the most of it, though, and not worry you.
The baby’s fine. He’s as handsome as ever. Dad’s doing alright, too. He had a cold a few days back, but he’s fine now. It’s a symbol of a hearty breed to not complain, and I value myself as about as hearty as they come. The only thing you’ll see me griping about is missing you, and perhaps my fountain pens running out of ink. You know that drives me nuts.
Well, I’m going to keep this short. Write back when you can and let me know if Andy Hardy or Abbott and Costello are your bunkmates.
Simply Yours,
Mrs. Calvin Remmick
