Dear Cedric —
Indirectly we’ve heard from you several times since we saw you last Christmas time. We always enjoy those carbons your dad sends out.
No one is no more as much surprised as we are to still be here. Ted expected to be in Bolivia weeks and weeks ago.
When are we going to see you again. Love from all of us
Aunt Helen and Uncle Ted
Our best to Rusty too.
And Dear Cedric —
I just don’t know where my good intentions go ! Every time one of dad’s long “round-Robins” arrives, I say to myself, “I must write Cedric and Lad and Dave and Dick. And the first thing I know another letter has arrived from dad and I am saying the whole thing again ! I never even thanked you for bringing down that wonderful load of wood last winter – and we did enjoy it so much !
Right now I am getting ready for a trip to Los Angeles ! I am just as surprised as you are ! It was all very unexpected and I am still trying to catch my heart. After I get there I’ll write you a real letter. In the meantime all my love – Aunt Dorothy
Tomorrow, and Tuesday, a letter from Grandpa to his boys. Thursday and Friday I’ll post the first letter of 1945.