February 11, 1944
Today we had a small blizzard. I was supposed to go to Miss Hahns this morning, but had no intentions of going out into a blizzard to do so. She rearranged her day so that I could go this afternoon instead. I’ve thought of something I'd like very much to have for a third anniversary—a stripe, a repetition of our second anniversary gift—if it's at all possible. I started the second paragraph with Ruth’s pen—or did you note difference.
While waiting for the bus, I met Mr. Weiss, formerly of the candy store, at 7th and Louden and he asked me to send his regards. We chatted a short while about the Strongin boys. An oncoming car lost control and skidded all over 10th St. before regaining control.
I borrowed a book from the neighbors—a best seller—”A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.” I hope to read it shortly. I understand it's very risqué with lots of descriptive language. Yeh, man!
Now that I've got those few irrelevant subjects off my chest (lest I forget), I can relax. Still up to my old tricks, did you say? I'm used to getting mail regularly and miss your daily communique keenly. I find it difficult to write without a letter from you at my side. I was awakened by “Her Majesty” several times last night—on second thought, I'd better not complain, for she did her ablutions, etc. in the bathroom, instead of her bed. I arose at 7, dressed us both, gave us breakfast, cleaned “our” room, the dining room and living room, washed a few personal pieces, etc. Miss Hahn had saved her important work for me and was disappointed, to say the least. I made arrangements for Ruth to take care of Adele when she got home from school, and worked from 1 to 5. Anne ordered the stationery I bought in blue with blue printing. Sarah took care of Adele til Ruth came. Adele has acquired a mind of her own, and it's difficult to swerve her train of thought. She is determined and when refused takes a tantrum of sorts, by laying down on the floor (rear raised) and bawling for all she's worth. I pay no attention to her at these times. When such is the case, she looks to someone else for sympathy. Not so dumb, eh? She was over-elated to see me and when I put her down, only to remove my outer clothes, she clung to me for fear I would go away. I'm surprised Miss Hahn had any use for me at this late date and I'm sure she will not need me again. Her business has slumped, and I'm only an overhead she really cannot afford at this time. Perhaps there will be one or two more occasions, though I doubt it. Hope that covers any illusions you may have had. Don't worry, Sweet, I don't go out of my way to leave Adele—I hate to. There is another question—what are we supposed to do about our income tax? Is it alright for me to fill it out, if I can? It's a complicated mess, that I detest. Hm—maybe poetry is my line.
Harry $120 Goldie—I explained about her in the “remarks”
Mom $20 (from Jack) plus $62 for Adele and me
The form asked your contribution to her. I merely put “total earnings” $120, and board, etc. $120 meaning that you contributed your entire income to the upkeep of the house and its occupants for I do hope everything favors continuation of the allotment for her.