Berwyn, Illinois
November 25, 1932
Dear Irene,
I told your mother I was going to try to write to you every week, but somehow I slipped last week, didn’t I? But I know you’ll forgive me.
I was out to see your mother last week, and your dad put me to work on a letter for you. It probably won’t reach you for some time yet, because if each person is allotted three yards of paper, it will take quite a number of people to fill up the roll. He didn’t tell me I would use three yards until I was all finished so my note may seem sort of scanty.
Jerry and I were at the football game on 57th and Shields yesterday, and we met Ed & Dick. Ed told me all about Florence. It certainly is too bad, and I will say some extra special prayers for her. I was glad to hear that you’re feeling O.K. again.
Last Saturday I got a little sore throat. I didn’t think it amounted to much, so I didn’t bother about it. It didn’t get any better Sunday. In fact, it got worse, so I was in bed all day Monday nursing it. All I could have to eat was hot milk with honey and butter in it. But I had a date to go downtown Tuesday so I had to take care of it as best I could Monday. Here it is Friday already and I can still feel a trace of it, but if they wanted to keep me in bed, they’d have to tie me down. Everyone else out here is O.K. and I hope you’re the same.
You didn’t eat too much yesterday, I hope. When we met Ed and Dick yesterday, I asked him the same thing, and he said he couldn’t move.
This is the last sheet of paper I have left of yours, so you can expect new stationary in your next letter from me.
It’s almost noon now, and if this letter isn’t in the post office before noon, you wouldn’t get it. John is waiting to mail it now (more next week on new stationary).
As Ever,
Chris
PS I need some extra good prayers right now, so will you pray for me?
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