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Dear Naomi, [[circled remark with arrow pointing to name]] Now 18, and just started at The Univ. of Illinois | Dear Naomi, [[circled remark with arrow pointing to name]] Now 18, and just started at The Univ. of Illinois | ||
That was a lovely letter you wrote, and a [[crossed out: girl]] young lady away at school should be getting mail from home now | That was a lovely letter you wrote, and a [[crossed out: girl]] young lady away at school should be getting mail from home now N then. She needs to be reminded she's loved N missed, and there's something in the written word the spoken can't match. | ||
Alas, Lass, you have the mis fortune to have a father who not only doesn't know how to make small talk, but doesn't know how to write it either. In lieu of that, and because there's not all that much interesting or exciting in his life, and because he doesn't know how to share his philosophic bent with you (something which may come later, if he's given the years, for which you already know, young as you are, there is no guarantee) he'll try a reminiscence on ya for size. Children seldom get to know their parents as they were (God, it's hard enough to know them as they are) -- sure, that may be a blessing | |||
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red pencil in upper left corner JACK: This doesn't compare to a Conroy yarn, but hught you might enjoy it, anyhow. Mike pencil in upper right corner below date Hecht, Mike
Sept 30, 1977
Dear Naomi, circled remark with arrow pointing to name Now 18, and just started at The Univ. of Illinois
That was a lovely letter you wrote, and a crossed out: girl young lady away at school should be getting mail from home now N then. She needs to be reminded she's loved N missed, and there's something in the written word the spoken can't match. Alas, Lass, you have the mis fortune to have a father who not only doesn't know how to make small talk, but doesn't know how to write it either. In lieu of that, and because there's not all that much interesting or exciting in his life, and because he doesn't know how to share his philosophic bent with you (something which may come later, if he's given the years, for which you already know, young as you are, there is no guarantee) he'll try a reminiscence on ya for size. Children seldom get to know their parents as they were (God, it's hard enough to know them as they are) -- sure, that may be a blessing