Standley_Correspondence_1958-02-19

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Standley_Correspondence_1958-02-19

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Wed. 2-19-58

Dear Mother and Daddy,

My correspondence has really gotten into sad shape. We don't have anyplace to throw things, in our room, since I have unanswered letters piled everywhere. I have taken to dragging a pile of them out to the dining room table every day and trying to get through them, but it's a losing battle. By the way, I don't have the Botzum's address to thank them for the cigarette pots. That sugar scoop is one of the most immediately useful gadgets that we have received. It's a good thing that you noted what it is for, because I never would have guessed. Teaspoons sticking out of sugar bowls always get in the way or get flipped out onto the floor in a flurry of sugar.

Today my letter-writing got interrupted by the delivery of yet anotherwedding present, from an old friend and business associate of Jim's. Its a Universal automat c coffee pot, and it has everything. All you have to do is remember to put the coffee and the water in it, It anticipates all the little fallacies that ruin coffee and pots, and almost pours the stuff for you. Now we can put the one we bought on our honeymoon in the garage, and we are all set. I would hate to calculate how many gallons of coffee it takes to build a really good track rig, or anything else that comes out of our garage, for that matter. It's cheaper than booze, with none of its attendant problems, and is an equally good solution to the "Wont you have a ..." problem when unexpected company arrives, and that's the only kind we have, constantly. We do most of our entertaining in our pajamas, it seems.

Thank you for the clothes and books. I wore the grey suit to see "Inherit the Wind" the other night, and received many compliments. That was some night. We had a stage-struck 16year old on one side of us and a couple of "Tee many Martoonis" comics on the other. When the lights went out, the TMM started yelling, "Someone's picking my pocket!", which made Paula feel very good, since she was sitting next to him. Jim convinced the 16 year old that the only way t o start her acting career was to go and ask if hey could use her. So Paula got the guy to promise to "be like a little mouse" and the 16 year old asked and got an affirmative, also it was a tremendous play, and we had a good time, ever if it was a restless "mouse". I read "Letter from Peking" in two days and enjoyed it very much. I wonder what you would have done if I'd married an Oriental, had me kidnapped the day before the wedding? I haven't looked at "By Love Possessed" yet. My favorite book reviewer wasn't impressed by it, but I plan to give it a chance as I get more time for reading. Jim and I are currently studying DR. Dick-Reid's "Natural Childbirth". We heard him speak and saw some of his movies and we're all for it. After reading his book and understanding alittle bit about the whole thing, I can understand why there is no sense in trying to discuss it with people who think their own experience is proof that it won't work. We have seen it work, from start to finish in color movies.

Thank you also for the valentine. I suppose ours was late as usual. Oh well, why not drag a good thing out for as long as it will last. Jim brought me a beautiful heart-shaped box of candy, the first I've ever gotten on valentine's day, I think.

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It was certainly good to hear that Dave Pascale got engaged. He couldn't miss me too much. I knew the girl vaguely at one time, and she's A-1, also much better suited of him than I ever would have been. He certainly needed someone to inspire him to exploit his capabilities, but I wasn't the one, since those things have to work both ways. I hope that they will be as happy, contented and generally satisfied as we are.

Thurs. The week has reached i ts turning point and is drawing to a close. We live for the weekends, when we can fuss with our projects, and turn the pile of parts in the garage into things that really work. Last Sun., Jim mixed a Porsche that the Porsche people had all but given up on. Right now, we're spending way too much time fighting a battle with rusty chrome. We have somany bikes standing out around here, that every time it rains, we have to polish all the chrome, and then it rains again. My little jewel the Zundapp, is the only one that will fit in the garage, and it's the shiniest mudder on the peninsula. It won't be next season. We're currently reading electronics data to learn to assemble our hi-fi components. We'll have time as soon as track season starts. Little No-Name will do his teething on a screwdriver and a pair of pliers. It's okay if he wants to be an anthropology professor, though.

Jim's mother had her card club last night, and there are bowls of candy all over the house for Jeff and I to demolish. The next time I see the ladies I am going to give them a stern lecture on eating all the malted milk balls. Jeff likes peanuts so he is indifferent to my complaints, but I certainly was handed a letdown when I made my inspection this morning.

Must sign off now as Jeff is begging to be de-flead. In his independent efforts to exterminate them, he chews more holes in his hide than the fleas do. I made the mistake of dousing his bed with flea-powder, and there apperas to have been a mass migration from bed to dog, so I must rescue him before they carry him out the back door.

Love, Marcia

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Mr. and Mrs. N.P. Kirwan

336 So Bedford DR Beverly Hills, Calif.

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