Vol. 26, No. 2 [Irene]
March 11th, 1947
Hello Everybody,
Even tho’ the “Bridal robe” lies before me only half finished, I’ll get this letter into the mail for I may never get back to it, as I must have the dress finished by Friday as J. has an appointment with a photographer for Sat. the 15th, just four days ahead. As I said to Gee in a recent letter, “You have no idea of the number of hours, Hail Marys and tears” that its fifty-yards of ruffles hold. It is like a “breath of Spring,” it is so lovely. I do hope that we will have a good picture of it, among the many that will be taken.
Dan, I’m glad that you so much enjoyed the thought of the buckwheats. Why not come to see me sometime. I might even make some for you. However, I’ll send Eloise the recipe. Mrs. O’Connor’s recipe, which is unexcelled.
Am enclosing a little poem, which keeps running through my mind these days.
How do you like our “Bounce”? Believe me, he is an important part of the Cahill “foyer.”
Enjoyed seeing all the pictures. Also took the address of the “Tom ‘n’ Cherries,” Shan. Your letter was grand, Carolyn. It seemed almost like you had just “dropped-in,” and how I wish that you could do that. Then we could have a good foursome. And what can top a good foursome? N’est ce pas?
For the Xmas exchange, Kay sent me a very different and lovely pair of doe-skin gloves, which I needed very much, and have worn many times since then. Thanks again, “Katherine.” By the way, K., your wedding gifts sound as tho’ they are really “matching the occasion.” Mary M., J’s best friend, had a “shower” for her and she received practically everything for her kitchen and bath.
I must get back to the “la robe blanche” and leave to the rest of you all those less difficult solutions, such as “atomic energy” and “cellars” n’ things.
With love to you all, Irene
P.S. I’m in favor of sending the chain to Aunt Ellie. I.
When she was small,
I tried to teach her faith
I always held her hand to cross the street—
And so she learned to trust.But now, dear Lord,
She needs Your love to guide her eager feet.
I hoped to make her brave,
and when she cried From little hurts,
I sent her back to play.Lord, give her courage for a shield against
The deeper pain that life will bring, I pray.
I told her that the world has need
Of tenderness and son, oh, more than anything God,
I have set the words upon her lips,
But only You can teach her heart to sing.Viola Downen
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