Sunday Morning, 10:35, August 15th
Benny is terrific. Made a definite date – Oct 9th
- Please find out what the deal is between
Pat & Vivian. She's been in
the Is[lands]. 6 mo. now. [Are] she & Pat
separated? or divorced????
Dearest Jigi,
Hi ya Honey! Don't feel too badly about leaving. We all here at home will be mighty happy to have you back. Sober as I am, I can truthfully say that I've really, actually missed you. Awh Heck Jigi, it’s really seemed dead since you've gone (if this is any consolation for leaving). Katie misses you too.
You’ll never guess where I am. Back at school – not in the old A-P-T. In my very own brand new one – yep! Sweetie pie, you should, and you will, see the sweet little set up I've gotten fur meself. Owen’s apt. You know the single apt. in the back of my old maison. Golly it’s nice. Before Owen had a relapse (He’s in the Brentwood Veteran’s Mental Hospital), he repainted and decorated this whole place. I won’t take time to describe this all to you ‘cause you’ll be seeing it soon enough yourself. With the new cork tiled floor and no dirt- catching-rug around, this place is a little jewel to keep clean. Complete new kitchen too- You'll love this A-P-T. Now, the thing is – to get good enough grades during this 4 week session to convince irrate parents that I should remain here in the fall. They're pretty disgusted with me – and I don't blame them, so I’m really knuckling down and trying my damndest to pound out a couple of B's. I suppose Mom has written you about my disgraceful academic record. Well, what you don't know about it, I just as soon leave it unsaid. I'm not exactly proud about my accomplishments (?). Any hoo, I'm trying to make amends and run the straight and narrow for a change. Guess I'm not as Red-Hot-Know-it-All after all. Really am sorry to have disgraced you-all with my glorious record. Really hurts to realize what a stupid Ass I've been all these years. Well, from here on in if I can just take myself by the tail and sit down to study like I've always known I should, By February all should be copesthetic. that is, if I get at least a B average this 4 weeks. So you can see the seriousness of my plight. Man, how dense can one be. I have to have one foot down the drain before I realize I'm slipping down the tubes.
And - this time I let myself slip neck-high. Not too good huh? Smell gets terrible.
Enough about my tragic self-induced mess.
And you, little one, still having a ball I know. Raymond called the house last Friday (week ago) night. So therefore, I didn’t see Raymond for but a very few minutes. told him to call me before he left for home, but, like the stupid-ass he is, he left with but one phone message that he had called.
Can't understand these Hawaiians at all. They make no effort what-so-ever to do nothin'. Junie told Ray that I'd be back anytime but he never called back. And I know he mostly could, 'cause he's that way about phone calls. If he can't get thru once, pan – So you, if you see him, give him Hell for not making a greater effort to say goodbye. I really wanted to do something nice for him and the boys seeing how swell his whole family has been to us. Therefore, make it a point that I was disappointed he didn't even want to come to my apt. and try my cooking (?).
Geino's back. Drove in Fri around 8:00 P.M. Man...was he full of lovin' – for me!!!!!! Wow! what 8 weeks in the woods can do for a man – and for Geino. Ohhhhh is my aching mouth a bloody, beat up mess. Those damn braces are Hell! He's been so sweet I'm all pushed out of shape. (wait) → from sheer surprise. Never thot he could be so sentimental. Friday nite he treated me like a Queen (whore). Champagne and candle-light – and lovin! Man! I'll enclose his letter. See if you're as surprised as I was – and still am. Friday night we also had a nice little chit-chat. Buddies is what we has to be. I sezs. This getting ourselves all-pushed-out-of-shape is fur the birds and besides, much too frustrating. But – after all these heartbreaking years when I was just praying for a little deep feeling from him, he doesn't want to be buddies. He wants to move into my new apt. with me. He like my apt. Ohh Jigi, when it rains, it pours. For years, my burning crush for Geino was forced to lay smoldering in my heart by his casual-buddy attitude – and now ––– !! And for weeks I've been hoping Heinz would leave for Holiday [Hill] on a Sat. instead, so we could go out Friday nite – so what happens????????????? Having usually nothing planned for Fri. nite, I consented to fulfill my long-ago invitation to Bill Roth and have him over for dinner. He wanted me to go to the beach with him in the afternoon and stay to bar-B-Q steaks. But because I wanted to be with Heinz until he left for Holiday [Hill ski resort] (usually around 3:30 on Fridays) I said nein and suggested he come for dinner instead – after he emphatically reminded me of my “obligation” made nearly 2 yrs. ago via mail. So I resigned myself to cooking for dinner for Bill, which I didn't mind too-much seeing as how he has been away so long. Then all-Hell-breaks loose. I receive enclosed letter from Geino. “(dinner) at the maison, V.O. & a big bottle of champagne, and you: you first.” (unquote) That's Tuesday, Bill called Monday – Then Wed. Heinz (love that boy) says, “What would you like to do Friday night?, let's go somewhere nice, anywhere you like”. “Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesu” to the convent for me. What to do – what to do. Breaking the date with Bill's no prob. (but I still hate to break dates) ––– Heinz or Geino. What a decision!! I wonder what I would have done had Heinz asked me before I received Geino's letter. As you know, it was Geino Friday night. Really Jigi, that Heinz really has me thinking. I like him more every day. That fellow is really sharp. He'll make a million one of these days. I've never thot so seriously about anyone before. He's just about everything I could ever want or hope for. But seeing as how he has 1 yr. more of school and 2 yr. in the army, it's silly to even think that far ahead. But this is a good thing. If there is anything to this, in 3 yrs there still will be. Now, the problem is – how to play this thing cool enough to allow situations to develop without pushing either one of us against a blank wall. Ah...the sweet mysteries of life...! He keeps talking about us getting married, in a joking manner of course. But I wonder. His Papa really likes me, which helps. That's why Geino & I have to be Buddies...Anxiously awaiting you.
Love, Lil
- Please find out what the deal is between
Pat & Vivian. She's been in
the Is[lands]. 6 mo. now. [Are] she & Pat
separated? or divorced????
Dearest Jigi,
Hi ya Honey! Don't feel too badly about leaving. We all here at home will be mighty happy to have you back. Sober as I am, I can truthfully say that I've really, actually missed you. Awh Heck Jigi, it’s really seemed dead since you've gone (if this is any consolation for leaving). Katie misses you too.
You’ll never guess where I am. Back at school – not in the old A-P-T. In my very own brand new one – yep! Sweetie pie, you should, and you will, see the sweet little set up I've gotten fur meself. Owen’s apt. You know the single apt. in the back of my old maison. Golly it’s nice. Before Owen had a relapse (He’s in the Brentwood Veteran’s Mental Hospital), he repainted and decorated this whole place. I won’t take time to describe this all to you ‘cause you’ll be seeing it soon enough yourself. With the new cork tiled floor and no dirt- catching-rug around, this place is a little jewel to keep clean. Complete new kitchen too- You'll love this A-P-T. Now, the thing is – to get good enough grades during this 4 week session to convince irrate parents that I should remain here in the fall. They're pretty disgusted with me – and I don't blame them, so I’m really knuckling down and trying my damndest to pound out a couple of B's. I suppose Mom has written you about my disgraceful academic record. Well, what you don't know about it, I just as soon leave it unsaid. I'm not exactly proud about my accomplishments (?). Any hoo, I'm trying to make amends and run the straight and narrow for a change. Guess I'm not as Red-Hot-Know-it-All after all. Really am sorry to have disgraced you-all with my glorious record. Really hurts to realize what a stupid Ass I've been all these years. Well, from here on in if I can just take myself by the tail and sit down to study like I've always known I should, By February all should be copesthetic. that is, if I get at least a B average this 4 weeks. So you can see the seriousness of my plight. Man, how dense can one be. I have to have one foot down the drain before I realize I'm slipping down the tubes.
And - this time I let myself slip neck-high. Not too good huh? Smell gets terrible.
Enough about my tragic self-induced mess.
And you, little one, still having a ball I know. Raymond called the house last Friday (week ago) night. So therefore, I didn’t see Raymond for but a very few minutes. told him to call me before he left for home, but, like the stupid-ass he is, he left with but one phone message that he had called.
Can't understand these Hawaiians at all. They make no effort what-so-ever to do nothin'. Junie told Ray that I'd be back anytime but he never called back. And I know he mostly could, 'cause he's that way about phone calls. If he can't get thru once, pan – So you, if you see him, give him Hell for not making a greater effort to say goodbye. I really wanted to do something nice for him and the boys seeing how swell his whole family has been to us. Therefore, make it a point that I was disappointed he didn't even want to come to my apt. and try my cooking (?).
Geino's back. Drove in Fri around 8:00 P.M. Man...was he full of lovin' – for me!!!!!! Wow! what 8 weeks in the woods can do for a man – and for Geino. Ohhhhh is my aching mouth a bloody, beat up mess. Those damn braces are Hell! He's been so sweet I'm all pushed out of shape. (wait) → from sheer surprise. Never thot he could be so sentimental. Friday nite he treated me like a Queen (whore). Champagne and candle-light – and lovin! Man! I'll enclose his letter. See if you're as surprised as I was – and still am. Friday night we also had a nice little chit-chat. Buddies is what we has to be. I sezs. This getting ourselves all-pushed-out-of-shape is fur the birds and besides, much too frustrating. But – after all these heartbreaking years when I was just praying for a little deep feeling from him, he doesn't want to be buddies. He wants to move into my new apt. with me. He like my apt. Ohh Jigi, when it rains, it pours. For years, my burning crush for Geino was forced to lay smoldering in my heart by his casual-buddy attitude – and now ––– !! And for weeks I've been hoping Heinz would leave for Holiday [Hill] on a Sat. instead, so we could go out Friday nite – so what happens????????????? Having usually nothing planned for Fri. nite, I consented to fulfill my long-ago invitation to Bill Roth and have him over for dinner. He wanted me to go to the beach with him in the afternoon and stay to bar-B-Q steaks. But because I wanted to be with Heinz until he left for Holiday [Hill ski resort] (usually around 3:30 on Fridays) I said nein and suggested he come for dinner instead – after he emphatically reminded me of my “obligation” made nearly 2 yrs. ago via mail. So I resigned myself to cooking for dinner for Bill, which I didn't mind too-much seeing as how he has been away so long. Then all-Hell-breaks loose. I receive enclosed letter from Geino. “(dinner) at the maison, V.O. & a big bottle of champagne, and you: you first.” (unquote) That's Tuesday, Bill called Monday – Then Wed. Heinz (love that boy) says, “What would you like to do Friday night?, let's go somewhere nice, anywhere you like”. “Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you. Blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesu” to the convent for me. What to do – what to do. Breaking the date with Bill's no prob. (but I still hate to break dates) ––– Heinz or Geino. What a decision!! I wonder what I would have done had Heinz asked me before I received Geino's letter. As you know, it was Geino Friday night. Really Jigi, that Heinz really has me thinking. I like him more every day. That fellow is really sharp. He'll make a million one of these days. I've never thot so seriously about anyone before. He's just about everything I could ever want or hope for. But seeing as how he has 1 yr. more of school and 2 yr. in the army, it's silly to even think that far ahead. But this is a good thing. If there is anything to this, in 3 yrs there still will be. Now, the problem is – how to play this thing cool enough to allow situations to develop without pushing either one of us against a blank wall. Ah...the sweet mysteries of life...! He keeps talking about us getting married, in a joking manner of course. But I wonder. His Papa really likes me, which helps. That's why Geino & I have to be Buddies...Anxiously awaiting you.
Love, Lil
Summer of ‘54: The Scene | 1: Al: Have I been busy | 2: Jigi: Orchid leis | 3: Lil: Go crazy, kid 4: Wally: Don’t change | 5: Ron: Damn nice of you | 6: Mom: A grand success | 7: Mom: My fashion plate | 8: Lil: Who’d’ve understood? | 9: Jigi: The sexy bastard | 10: Mom: That gleam and glow | 11: Mom: So proud of you | 12: Al: Fast Casanova | 13: Lil: Free coaching | 14: Mom: Simply heartbroken | 15: Al: Most scandalous | 16: Lil: Men!! | 17: Jigi: Gush it up | 18: Mom: Keep it to yourselves | 19: Lil: Bitter today | 20: Lil: Your future brother-in-law | 21: To the convent | The Anniversary Party