(This letter is shared one day late, due to Tiffany being too busy with her family enjoying the rare joy (certainly in Southern UK) of being snowed in! It was the first time my daughter has ever seen snow, and my first time sledging in the UK since I was a child. Amazing. 😀 )
Thursday 4th of March 1965
Dear Mum, Dad, Nigel, Carol and Kipp,
I received your letter today and your card, which although a bit early was great to receive. (NB: It would soon be Tony’s birthday.)
Things aren’t too good at the moment I’m afraid. Colin has gone off to Boston and I am with another fellow now, who I’m afraid I don’t get on with too well. We don’t see eye to eye on many things and don’t seem to have much in common, so it doesn’t seem too promising.
Also as he is living at home at the moment (because he lives in Philadelphia), I am on my own for a while which is rather lonely. However, I have met a very nice girl in Philadelphia who I see occasionally, and I can always pop up and see Vi and the others, so it could be worse.
By the way, Pat had her baby on Tuesday, it’s a boy (I think I can’t honestly remember what Vi said) and weighed 6 lbs. Apparently she woke at 6 a.m. and it was born at 2 p.m. and both are doing well. Vi was very excited, and obviously very pleased.
(Nb: Pat was related to Vi, and therefore a distant relation to Tony.)
Not much has really happened since I last wrote. I still have the fabulous Mustang car, and Colin and the other fellow have a Ford Galaxy, which is a huge car.
On Tuesday night I went to V’s house (V is the fellow I am working with), and had a meal with his parents. They live in a fantastic house, but I’m afraid it was very obvious that it was a typically unhappy American marriage. Nobody spoke very much and the father left without saying a word – and shortly afterwards so did his mother. The house was huge, and luxurious, and dead!!
Later we went over to V’s pal’s house and they played folk music on their guitars. This was another sad place – an enormous house like an old English farmhouse, but inside ultra-modern. The place reeked of money, (there were four cars for two people), but there were only two people as the father died last June having become an alcoholic, and developed cirrhosis of the liver. He was a dentist and that over here means money.
We have met loads of alcoholics since we’ve been here, how they can afford to become alcoholics I will never understand. I’m afraid Colin and I are definitely no longer drinkers, you will be pleased to know.
Last Saturday night we went out and had a few bottles of beer (not much, but the most we have drunk at one go) and the result was disastrous. We were in bed all day Sunday.
We finally got up at 4:30 p.m. and were able to stand up without being sick. All day long we have been racing each other to the bathroom!! As this is the cheapest thing to drink, and we can’t even drink this, we shall have to give up 100% as from now.
To be continued…
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