August 25, 1946
Dear Lawrence,
This rally is getting quite interesting. Even though some interesting things are going on in my life right now, I like being able to talk about whatever with you.
Anyways, good to hear from you. My first day of school was yesterday, and while it’s fun to get a glimpse of what the year will be like, being back at my school is not very fun. This year, I’m a junior, and thankfully my sister graduated at the end of June. So I get to roam the halls without her influence looming over me, which I guess is better than having to pretend like she doesn’t exist. I suppose high school was lonely the first year or so, but now it’s bearable; I’ve formed my group that’s sturdy enough to last until we graduate.
But I did make a new friend in my literature class. Her name is Bella, I think you’d like her. When we did introductions, she said she spent her summer reading poetry books. While my answer was not nearly as sophisticated, I did mention our vacation. Bella and I got to talking about a number of things as the teacher droned on about the syllabus. I confess I talked a little about our escapade. She said you sounded like a character.
When do you start school, Lawrence? And I likely asked at the beach, but I don’t remember it now; are you a senior? I think my friends would be quite impressed to hear I spent my summer with a senior boy… My friends also claim to have all sorts of adventures with boys older than our age, so who knows. I doubt if their stories are true, but at least they’re interesting to listen to.
Anyways, that's what's been happening with me. My letters are going to be more eventful now, at least.
You asked if I’d rather see friends in person than write to them. I’d say that talking to friends is easier in person, because with writing, there’s a certain obligation in letters to say the most thoughtful answer you can. I mean, what if you really need to write someone back, but you’re exhausted? Then the words come out sloppy and nonsensical.
I get what you mean with writing being freeing. I know that feeling, but usually I don’t have many emotions that I need to disclose in writing. My letters to friends are small-talk, gossipy and uninvolved fluff. It sounds like you say more than that in the letters you write; is that true? I bet your letters are very thoughtful.
And lastly, my perfect day. That’s not something I am usually (or ever) asked. To be frank, I didn’t think much about it until you posed the question. But I want to hear yours, so I guess it’s only fair I tell you mine.
My perfect day would be spent just wandering around quaint little side towns with someone I love. I’d sleep in until 11 in the morning and then meet up with them and drive until we’re far enough from home where it’s unfamiliar, but not so far we get lost. We’d look around the shops and see quirky things and quirky people as we wandered. We’d walk until we were exhausted, and then finally rest up and have dinner at a little diner somewhere. The sun would set and we would stay the night in a hotel, both sleeping on the floor instead of the beds like a little kid’s sleepover.
Yeah. It’s childish but it would be fun, don’t you think? I just love to adventure, but I’ve never really had one. Now I have to hear yours. I bet it’s more sophisticated.
Your totally unbiased confidante in perfect days,
Margaret
Dear Lawrence,
This rally is getting quite interesting. Even though some interesting things are going on in my life right now, I like being able to talk about whatever with you.
Anyways, good to hear from you. My first day of school was yesterday, and while it’s fun to get a glimpse of what the year will be like, being back at my school is not very fun. This year, I’m a junior, and thankfully my sister graduated at the end of June. So I get to roam the halls without her influence looming over me, which I guess is better than having to pretend like she doesn’t exist. I suppose high school was lonely the first year or so, but now it’s bearable; I’ve formed my group that’s sturdy enough to last until we graduate.
But I did make a new friend in my literature class. Her name is Bella, I think you’d like her. When we did introductions, she said she spent her summer reading poetry books. While my answer was not nearly as sophisticated, I did mention our vacation. Bella and I got to talking about a number of things as the teacher droned on about the syllabus. I confess I talked a little about our escapade. She said you sounded like a character.
When do you start school, Lawrence? And I likely asked at the beach, but I don’t remember it now; are you a senior? I think my friends would be quite impressed to hear I spent my summer with a senior boy… My friends also claim to have all sorts of adventures with boys older than our age, so who knows. I doubt if their stories are true, but at least they’re interesting to listen to.
Anyways, that's what's been happening with me. My letters are going to be more eventful now, at least.
You asked if I’d rather see friends in person than write to them. I’d say that talking to friends is easier in person, because with writing, there’s a certain obligation in letters to say the most thoughtful answer you can. I mean, what if you really need to write someone back, but you’re exhausted? Then the words come out sloppy and nonsensical.
I get what you mean with writing being freeing. I know that feeling, but usually I don’t have many emotions that I need to disclose in writing. My letters to friends are small-talk, gossipy and uninvolved fluff. It sounds like you say more than that in the letters you write; is that true? I bet your letters are very thoughtful.
And lastly, my perfect day. That’s not something I am usually (or ever) asked. To be frank, I didn’t think much about it until you posed the question. But I want to hear yours, so I guess it’s only fair I tell you mine.
My perfect day would be spent just wandering around quaint little side towns with someone I love. I’d sleep in until 11 in the morning and then meet up with them and drive until we’re far enough from home where it’s unfamiliar, but not so far we get lost. We’d look around the shops and see quirky things and quirky people as we wandered. We’d walk until we were exhausted, and then finally rest up and have dinner at a little diner somewhere. The sun would set and we would stay the night in a hotel, both sleeping on the floor instead of the beds like a little kid’s sleepover.
Yeah. It’s childish but it would be fun, don’t you think? I just love to adventure, but I’ve never really had one. Now I have to hear yours. I bet it’s more sophisticated.
Your totally unbiased confidante in perfect days,
Margaret