Having just celebrated Thanksgiving, this seems like an appropriate post. Mom takes a good look at the wonderful people in her life and is grateful for her good fortune. I'm struck by how unusual it is today (or maybe always has been) for so many people, especially the young, to focus on the positive in their lives.
Sat., Oct. 18, 1941
Got a card from Fred; a darling one from Carl yesterday. Went with Eleanor Stewart to Isabell’s to celebrate our mutual birthday together. Had two whiskey sours and a gentleman treated us to two more because were “obviously such right --five girls -- and we should stay that way.”
Then I had to dash home in the Essie [Lil's name for her car], grab a bite to eat and do shopping for my party tomorrow.
Got home at 6:00 pm, ate supper, got dressed, and wanted nothing quite so much as to have abour four or three hours to take a nap. I did squeeze 15 minutes in for that purpose.
Fred brought me a box of glazed fruits -- I’m so glad he was thoughtful as to remember me in this way.
As usual, I got as many roses as I am years old from good old Carl. [Carl Schodt was a young man madly in love with Mom. She dated him prior to meeting Fred, but always told him she liked him, but couldn't love him. He literally ate peanuts for lunch so he could buy Lil lovely gifts. Each time she said she couldn't accept the gift because she didn't love him, he responded, "If you don't take, it I'll throw it away."]
Went via street car to the Germania Club where Kenny and another gal, (Blondie [a model Ken was dating] couldn’t make it), Bill [Fred's older brother] and a girl, and many others were there to make up the party. Had a lovely evening again, although not up to the kind we have when alone.
Around 3:00 AM Freddie and I got terribly sleepy so we went up to the balcony and slept, his arm around mine.
This time on the way home, no kissing; we had an audience and a very short goodnight kiss since there was a waiting gang in the car.
Ah, propriety! What an old-fashioned concept!
|Lil, age 20 at The Bayer Company working for Chicago President, |
Mr. Gibney. Spring, 1938. See diary comment below about her raise
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