not exist?”
“Of course, I haven’t,” I said. “It’s not really a matter of proof, is it? It’s a matter of faith and I no longer have that faith. I’m not happy about the way I feel, Mr. Jackson, but I can’t help it.”
Then he wanted me to pray with him. Get down on my knees with him there in the front room and ask God for guidance. I told him the idea was preposterous and he got a bit huffy about that. In the hallway, as he was putting on his coat and hat, he said he would pray for me, though I somehow doubt it. I sense I made an enemy of him.
Tatham House
138 East 38th Street
New York
March 17, 1935
Dear Clara,
Yes, I am getting used to the idea of being thirty and let me tell you my thirtieth birthday was some night. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. Some of the people at the advertising agency took me up to a club in Harlem where we listened to jazz until three o’clock in the morning. Then we had “breakfast” in an all-night diner on Seventh Avenue. It was past four o’clock when I got back here and I was locked out. I had completely forgotten that they lock the doors at one o’clock. So I had to spend the night (well, what was left of it) at Evelyn’s. Fortunately she has plenty of room. But what a swell evening it was! Besides Evelyn and another couple of gals, there was a copywriter named Joe (have forgotten his last name) and a fellow named Les Cunningham. He is an announcer and is he handsome!!! Brother, he looks just like Don Ameche. We are talking tall, dark, handsome and very suave.And guess what? I think he’s kind of sweet on me. He sure paid attention to
me that night. But here’s something that bothers me a little. I get the feeling that Evelyn likes me too. And I mean in another way. I’ve had this feeling all along that Evy likes women (if you get my meaning). Not that she has tried anything funny. Even the night I stayed over at her place she gave me the other bedroom, but I just get this feeling about her. The way she looks at me sometimes. The thing is, I like her so much as a “friend.” She has been really nice to me and I don’t want to hurt her feelings in any way, shape or form, but I’ve tried to hint as strongly as I can that I am not that way inclined. Oh and by the way, as you may have already guessed, the tall, dark, and handsome announcer has a wife and two kids. In fact, he had to leave early that night. I might have known that the idea of him being available was just too good to be true. Anyway, enough about my lack of a love life.
Why did you stop going to church? I don’t get it. I would think going to church is something you would want to do up there. I’m not saying you should join those old ladies in the Missionary Society, but wouldn’t getting out on Sunday morning and seeing other people (even familiar ones) be a good idea? I try to go when I can. If I haven’t been out too late on a Saturday, I will go up to Fifth Avenue Presbyterian. It’s a little snooty, but I like the minister. He’s such a good preacher. I still say my prayers too, by the way. Remember how you used to make me kneel beside you with our elbows on the bed while you made up the prayer? You were such a bossy kid, Clara, but never mind, I loved you anyway. I don’t exactly get down on my knees any more, but I do say my prayers before I go to sleep. Well, most nights anyway.
Is it ever mild down here these days! Just like spring. Oh, Clara, I’m so happy I came down here. I just feel it was the right move for me and things are going to work out. I can’t wait for our program to get on the air. They were going to schedule it as a summer replacement show,but the agency likes Evy’s scripts so much that they are now looking to May or early June. It’s really exciting. Do take care of yourself and write soon!
Love, Nora
Monday, March 25
Showers and the smell of earth as I walked to school this morning. The children were restless today, anxious to be outside even in
“Of course, I haven’t,” I said. “It’s not really a matter of proof, is it? It’s a matter of faith and I no longer have that faith. I’m not happy about the way I feel, Mr. Jackson, but I can’t help it.”
Then he wanted me to pray with him. Get down on my knees with him there in the front room and ask God for guidance. I told him the idea was preposterous and he got a bit huffy about that. In the hallway, as he was putting on his coat and hat, he said he would pray for me, though I somehow doubt it. I sense I made an enemy of him.
Tatham House
138 East 38th Street
New York
March 17, 1935
Dear Clara,
Yes, I am getting used to the idea of being thirty and let me tell you my thirtieth birthday was some night. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. Some of the people at the advertising agency took me up to a club in Harlem where we listened to jazz until three o’clock in the morning. Then we had “breakfast” in an all-night diner on Seventh Avenue. It was past four o’clock when I got back here and I was locked out. I had completely forgotten that they lock the doors at one o’clock. So I had to spend the night (well, what was left of it) at Evelyn’s. Fortunately she has plenty of room. But what a swell evening it was! Besides Evelyn and another couple of gals, there was a copywriter named Joe (have forgotten his last name) and a fellow named Les Cunningham. He is an announcer and is he handsome!!! Brother, he looks just like Don Ameche. We are talking tall, dark, handsome and very suave.And guess what? I think he’s kind of sweet on me. He sure paid attention to
me that night. But here’s something that bothers me a little. I get the feeling that Evelyn likes me too. And I mean in another way. I’ve had this feeling all along that Evy likes women (if you get my meaning). Not that she has tried anything funny. Even the night I stayed over at her place she gave me the other bedroom, but I just get this feeling about her. The way she looks at me sometimes. The thing is, I like her so much as a “friend.” She has been really nice to me and I don’t want to hurt her feelings in any way, shape or form, but I’ve tried to hint as strongly as I can that I am not that way inclined. Oh and by the way, as you may have already guessed, the tall, dark, and handsome announcer has a wife and two kids. In fact, he had to leave early that night. I might have known that the idea of him being available was just too good to be true. Anyway, enough about my lack of a love life.
Why did you stop going to church? I don’t get it. I would think going to church is something you would want to do up there. I’m not saying you should join those old ladies in the Missionary Society, but wouldn’t getting out on Sunday morning and seeing other people (even familiar ones) be a good idea? I try to go when I can. If I haven’t been out too late on a Saturday, I will go up to Fifth Avenue Presbyterian. It’s a little snooty, but I like the minister. He’s such a good preacher. I still say my prayers too, by the way. Remember how you used to make me kneel beside you with our elbows on the bed while you made up the prayer? You were such a bossy kid, Clara, but never mind, I loved you anyway. I don’t exactly get down on my knees any more, but I do say my prayers before I go to sleep. Well, most nights anyway.
Is it ever mild down here these days! Just like spring. Oh, Clara, I’m so happy I came down here. I just feel it was the right move for me and things are going to work out. I can’t wait for our program to get on the air. They were going to schedule it as a summer replacement show,but the agency likes Evy’s scripts so much that they are now looking to May or early June. It’s really exciting. Do take care of yourself and write soon!
Love, Nora
Monday, March 25
Showers and the smell of earth as I walked to school this morning. The children were restless today, anxious to be outside even in
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