Me and my Peeps

Visions of Sadie (the nun) playing craps just makes me laugh. Makes me think of the nuns at church when I was growing up and wonder what vices each one may have had. Guess they don't spend all their time cracking knuckles with rulers and praying like I thought they did.

Vol. 17, No. 4 [Sadie]

July 29, 1945

Dear Gene and all my Loved Ones:

Like Shan, I have just completed by third reading of the letters, and that speaks for itself.

I want to add my “veto” to the three others who have commented on Shan’s suggestion to vote on the best letter. For the life of me, I wouldn’t be able to say which was best, as each one has its own merits, and they are all deserving of an “optime.”

I do vote for the “baby sister’s ” name, though. The last time I saw Mother in Washington, I heard Rose tell her that the first girl was to be named after her, and she laughingly answered, “You are not only counting, but naming your chickens before they are hatched.” So Rosanna—or Rosanne should be the name. Won’t he have the laugh on us when he reads this if he’s a “baby brother” instead?

Dan, you must have a sylvan paradise from the address of your little home. I sounds very inviting, and we would all like to drop in on you and your cherubs. Their pictures are very tempting.

I am leaving Lansing on Wednesday, and making several detours on my way to Cincinatti. I will see as many members of the family as possible. Shan, that crap game was “off the record” you know.

Gene, I am glad to know that the tonsils are safely out, and hope that by this time your pearls are adjusted and comfortable. I am still hoping to see you this summer, in Anderson.

We will receive our appointments for the year next week, so at present writing, I am not sure whether I will be in Lansing or elsewhere next year. Like the soldiers, we are subject to change on short notice.

Speaking of soldiers, we are surely proud of our “adjutant” and “air cadet.” May they both be home soon!

That is an imposing list of duties that Don has. What happened to the chateau picture?

Glad to hear that Bernie B. is now a civilian, Kate. So Janice is now working! I hope she likes it, Irene.

As I will be seeing Gee and Helen in the near future, I will just send love and prayers for them all. Until the next round, I am always,

Your devoted sister,

Sadie

in the present day…
I can't believe Easter is so soon. I haven't even had a chance to make baskets for my nieces and nephews. I should probably get to the store soon before all the goodies have all been picked through. I usually do an outdoor Easter egg hunt (plastic eggs) with prizes. Unfortunately, the nieces and nephews are getting older—they used to get really excited about winning a box of Peeps or a can of Playdoh. This past Christmas I gave them all iPod Shuffles. I should probably go with iPod gift cards as prizes this year—and I'm starting to think maybe they are too old for the egg hunt—but they would never admit it.

Speaking of Peeps, I like marshmallows—and who doesn't love sugar—but I really can't eat Peeps. I don't know why, I think they are disgusting.

Comments

[jenny]

I think Peeps are an acquired taste. I never used to like them as a kid, but now I get them at every holiday. The key is to let them dry out a little before you eat them - it makes all the difference!

[Robin]

Jenny—I will pick some up and let them dry out a bit and give them another shot.

[Kevin Spencer]

At work they brought around those little buggers. When I said a polite "no thanks" I was greeted with a look of shock. A kind of "what do you *mean* you don't want a couple of Peeps?". You will take some and you will *like* them ;-) We never had those growing up in England. I get the feeling I didn't really miss out much ;-)