Wed. August 6, 1975
My Dearest Ones Away from Home,
I decided it was my duty to write a lovely letter to my loved ones.
Everything here is quiet, except the poker games and wild parties until 2:00 a.m. Grandma said to say she is fine. I mailed out her 200 jack letters this morning. In matter of fact, Phyllis was writing in the bulk rate slip when you called her, but I didn't want to interrupt a business call. Dad, I hope you got along alright with the gang at Silver-Berke [?].
My jiggers have spread more, but do not seem to be bothering me. On Grandma's advice, I have been using amonia [sic] on them. Mr. Hessler showed me his arm with jiggers. He told me Charlie Gibson was covered, too, and all they did was stand on the lot ten minutes for the auction.
I have just reached the point where most of the leftovers are gone. Now I am anxious to try Miraculous Momma's pre-packed, assorted treats. Garden is overflowing with food. Some meals I eat a whole tomato. Since Mary Va. is gone, someone must inherit your (her) tomato appetite. I hope Mary Va. and Roberta are able to get along without my heavenly guidance.
The weather has been cool and cloudy, but not too much rain. Mom, I think I remember you saying for me not to work too much. So I am trying to stack my dirty dishes neatly in the sink for you to tend to on your return.
Gilliland's Garden Group brought beets last night, but I sadly informed her that her boss was on his 17th honeymoon to Czeckoslavokia [sic] with wife and two daughters. I think they can bring more beets at a later date. I hope all of you are having a good time at the Cold-Turkey Convention.
J. B. Uible
PS Last night, or I mean this morning at either 2:30 a.m. or 3:30 a.m., I received a collect call from Jackie Brown for Miss Uible. I know I wasn't dreaming, but I can't remember much about the call. I was tired after another big party.