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    April 12, 1962

    April 12, 1962 61 Ardwold Gate   Dear Frank, Glad to be aboard hon. Brother – I’m so confused I don’t know which end is up. What with clothes to be sorted, packed, stored, furniture, all the odds and ends one collects over the years – useless materially, but dear to the heart nonetheless. Some good news. Remember Jim McCarthy? Well, that young folk singer has teamed up with a chap named Cal Wensy [?] and the two of them have a four-month gig at the ‘Blue Note’ in Paris. In case you haven’t heard of the place, such people as Sidney Bechet, Miles Davis, Louis Armstrong – played there.…

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    April 2, 1962

    Monday, April 2, 1962 61 Ardwold Gate Toronto   Dear Frank, You know I’m getting awfully attached to this restaurant. Quiet, private, peaceful and a pot of hot water as well your 2-cup tea pot – (oops – forgot the good music – soft and subtle) – all these things make it one of the places I shall miss. Strange, but I’m going to miss places more than people – have you ever felt that? By the end of this letter (probably tomorrow) I will be able to give you an exact date – etc.  which I presume you will be glad to hear. I have a question! I can…

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    March 28, 1962

    March 28, 1962 Fran’s Restaurant Toronto   Dear Frank, At the moment I’m sitting in Fran’s restaurant drinking tea and eating a toasted Danish. It’s been a bad day, and since I don’t have to be at Lorna’s ‘till 6:00, I thought I’d give myself a rare treat, i.e. spending money on eating out and eating a toasted Danish – not good for my teeth. Well, guess I can stand the weight. I’ve lost 15 lbs. since I started working at the bank and I was only three pounds overweight to begin with. By a ‘bad day’ I mean I must have been dreaming about England and I made about…

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    March 27, 1962

    March 27, 1962 Tuesday 11:30 PM   Hi Darlin’, Beautiful day today – everything glows, birds singing, trees sprouting, people smiling, and I no longer have a toothache. Of course, I don’t have a tooth either. First tooth I’ve had pulled since I was seven, but it was the very back molar this time, so it doesn’t show. Oh well! How do you feel? Hope you aren’t getting too sick, at least not until I get there to look after you. Hon – I still don’t know exactly when I can leave – tentatively May 6 – not until then for sure. I can let you know exactly by this…

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    March 24, 1962

    March 24, 1962 Saturday   Got your letters and card today. If anything could make me feel better, they do. But you still haven’t answered my question yet. You seemed to realize what I wanted to know but still you went off on another track. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT BROUGHT ABOUT THE STATEMENT “I CAN SEE A FUNNY THING HAPPENING HERE WHEN A BOY LOVES A GIRL MORE THAN . . . ETC. ETC.” I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU FEEL A LESSENING OF NEED OF ME – OR FEEL THAT I DO OF YOU – OR IF YOU ARE JUST ANTICIPATING WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN. I know – well,…

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    March 23, 1962

    March 23, 1962 Friday 4:30 PM   Hi Darlin’ Sorry I didn’t finish this last night but (shame -blush) I fell asleep. Well, we just finished the first day with just two of us on the job. Whew! In fact, I feel so rotten (toothache as well) that I don’t think I’ll go on with this letter. I’m sure you have ‘nuff tales of woe without more. So, I’ll finish this when I feel more like a civil human being X P.

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    March 22, 1962

    March 22, 1962 Kerr’s Restaurant 1:55 PM   Dear Frank, At the moment I’m sitting in Kerr’s Restaurant which is on Adelaide just over from Bay and (whew) and dunking my tea. Since there have been only three of us, I have a 1:30 lunch – and hey it’s good. Most people hate lunch that late, but by that time I have passed the hunger stage and I save money. Sure, I lose a little weight, but so what – I’ll have to get used to that, huh? Weather-wise it’s a pretty dreary day, but the sun is shining for me. Even Mr. P. noticed it at the office (the…

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    March 21, 1962

    March 21, 1962 Wednesday night-late Continuation of letter #3   Hi again, Oh boy-where do I start? What do I say? Can I express it? The last two letters have been so beautiful Frank. I was lying in bed feeling just a little bit sorry for myself when the first one came – and after I read it —- I felt that if I closed my eyes and reached my hand out that you would take it – that I could really feel you right there beside me. Strange, but you know how they do it in the movies when a character on the screen is reading a letter and…

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    February 27, 1962

    February 27, 1962 61 Ardwold Gate 8:00 PM   Dear Frank, Well, today was a mixture of good and bad, first the bad. On some extensive research I have found that the cheapest possible rate to fly to England is 224 dollars, not 150, and this fare is only good before March 31st. Hon, I want to get there as soon as I can, and after [the] same extensive research, I have decided I want to fly. I’ll do my damnedest to be on the plane before March 31st. No promises, but I am working hard on it—even cut down on smoking, and you know how much that means to…

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    February 26, 1962

    61 Ardwold Gate, Toronto Friday, February 23 11:00 PM Corner   Dear Frank, I woke up this morning fairly early – feeling not so bad! New hair-do acquired the night before – very wild – very smart – making me feel reasonably good. Don had gone away for the weekend the previous afternoon, so I had to get dressed earlier to take “Timi” for a walk. I did all the things I usually do then dog and I proceeded for our morning constitutional. It was a grey day, and, like the Lady Fauntleroy that I am, I was thinking of travel, England, You.  – must hurry and get there –…