Love Letter 40 – Devilry
Love Letter 40 – Devilry
Chaos ensues within the aisles of party centres and novelty stores as caffeine-infused consumers contemplate last minute items for flawless backyard weddings and glamourous vineyard bachelorette functions. I flee the frenzied scenes in my trusty Mini Cooper and no sooner than I can say namaste and I’m walking into the sanctitude of suite #1969, reveling in the irresistible sounds of Robert Palmer and the bewitching words of Mom’s Love Letter 40:
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Honestly what a crew of relatives you’ve got to meet.
If you make it here for Christmas be prepared for much “devilry” (spelling?)
Cousin Ethel has some novelty gifts for you – can just imagine what it might be – says we have to open it together.
Uncle Frank says it is not proper for us to live in the same house before we are married so he says he has arranged to have you stay in the Company dormitories while you’re here – of course he’s kidding – Mom says we can stay up all nite and ‘neck’ – never know what is going to be said next around here –
By the way dear, if you do drive here by Saturday 24th I’ll be off by 4 o’clock – great.
Evidently the clinic officially closes at 3 pm that day and we have a bit of a Christmas party w/ Christmas joy (liquor) for awhile.
Mom says that they’ll take you to our local pub and get you feeling high, before you see me – gee I hope all is well and you can make it up here.
Imagine seeing you for an hour 1 – 2 pm that Saturday, my dinner hour.
If not we’ll be together in Winnipeg dear – for New Years.
How is everyone at your home?
How did your Mom enjoy herself?
Say hello to everyone please.
I must get my Christmas cards addressed in the near future also.
Have been invited out to 3 places next week so must drop over and visit these people.
Also about 5 of the nurses of the clinic are dropping over to the local pub for wine sometime next week and requested my presence.
Flin Flon hasn’t changed too much since I came back.
It usually takes me about 20 mins to walk down the street when I chat w/ everyone along the way.
Can you believe it tomorrow will be the 15th and that means only 3 months and 3 days.
After this Saturday only 12 Saturdays being single – Wowee.
My thoughts are with you always, dear – wish so very often that we were together to have your arms around me – even a good wrestling match.
Everyone is in pretty fair shape at home – Gran’s feet pretty sore and aching to-nite, but maybe she’ll feel better tomorrow.
Well dear will close now – goodnight, darling.
I love you so very much.
Dream about you as usual.
I dream more than you dear, but as yet no twins –
Will see what we can do honey –
Night now.
Yours always,
Love Bette
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Chopp – Chopp!!
Well Mom, Dad’s in for some serious in-law monkey business: unpredictable pranks, eye-popping novelty gifts and unrelenting jokes . . . anything less from our mischievous, fun-loving clan would be disappointing. Let’s hope he’s well prepared for Flin Flon family devilry.
Ooh, it takes every kinda people
To make what life’s about, yeah’
