Sun 9 P.M.
Hi my honey:
This has been a different day. Rick and I went swimming today at the high school. He needed it because he was recuperating from a scotch hang over. But all in all it was pretty good.
My darling you said that you had off from the twentieth to the twenty second. I am going up to Sturgeon Bay on Thursday and I’ll be home about five on Friday afternoon. From what I can figure out you usually come home on Thursday and go back Sunday. Honey if it’s alright could you come down on Friday and I’ll pick you up or you can come down early and I’ll pick you up at Ruth’s. I want to see you very much my darling.
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Friday 1/23/53, 12 noon
My darling Marie,
How’s my darling today? The darnedest thing happened to me last night. After I wrote you a letter I went to bed. Then about 2:30 in the morning I heard my dog barking outside. I remember letting him out but not letting him in. So I fell out of bed and put something on, mainly because I don’t wear anything to bed and went down stairs to let
him in. Here’s where the strange stuff starts. Usually when he comes home late he comes in real slow, because he knows he’s in trouble. I usually say to him when he comes in late, “When in the hell are you going to stop whoring around all hours of the night?”
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Tom’s wife Hazel has given me two boxes full of letters and cards that Tom sent Haze during their courtship in the early 1950s and while he was at war in Korea. I have begun to scan and digitize the documents, and with Hazel’s permission and blessing, I am posting some of the letters here on Tom’s memorial blog.
Note that I will edit the letters for spelling, punctuation and clarity. I will also omit personal, confidential or potentially embarrassing information. Tom was not a famous person, and these transcriptions are not an official historical record. But I will do my best to capture the essence and intent that Tom had when he wrote his letters.
All my life I’ve known Tom as my older, mature and wise father. It’s quite an interesting experience for me to see Dad through these letters as a growing, learning and lovesick young man. The purpose of publishing these letters is to provide those who love Tom with a unique glimpse into his life and his great love for Hazel.
