A casual summer conversation many years ago:
Me: “Your chlamydia is beautiful.”
Neighbor (with a slight stammer): “Thank you.”
“Hi Nancy, listen, I’m going to be in your neighborhood later today and was wondering if you needed anything at the store?”
“I’m sorry, you must have the wrong number.”
Actually, I had needed something at the store.
She called and asked me what I was doing.
“Writing a poem about druids,” I replied.
“There’s a real money maker,” she dryly answered.
I laugh every time I think of it.
Written on the back:
I am feeling better this morning. Hope you people are the same.
Will write again when in Watuka. Loving, Alva
If I were Gladys:
I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Everyone here is quite well.
How is Watuka? Really Alva, Watuka? What reason could you
have for traveling so far from home? Is it because of him?
Darling, you will have others in your life again.
Love will find you, don’t despair!
Honestly, I miss your direct disposition
and your lovely penmanship.
You always have a home here in Mt. Erie, Illinois.
Come back home to us sweetie. Loving, Gladys