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Letter to her mother describing the flowers she sent to her mother, a choir concert, a tour of a war cruiser with Ted, a lackluster performance of Macbeth, breakfast with Crew, and her budget; and discussing arrangements for her mother's visit at the end of the semester.
Monday [May 14, 1934] [typed] Dearest darling, Tried so hard to get a letter to you written yesterday, but between rehearsal and choir in the morning, dinner with bridge following at Severance with Pam Muchlitz, and work on a Psych. paper for today all P.M., with an open air concert by the choir in the evening for which Ted came out and stayed till 11, I only got such a very little ways. Then I had to use all my sensible forces to keep from calling you up last night, remembering that I'd see you in less than a week, and that I hoped the flowers were a tiny reminder of all the things language is so inadequate to express. But they changed my order somewhat, I'm sorry to hear, Originally it was to have been yellow roses, lilies of the valy [mis-spelling: valley] and blue delphiniums with a sprinkling of sweet peas. But there must have been a slip up somewhere. I'm glad if you liked them though. There were so many things I wanted to do and couldn't. The flowers seemed inadequate enough to stand for so much love, but I did mean them as tangible tokens, darling. And I was so proud to wear my red rose all day. I felt as if you were sort of there with me. Especially at communion. Did you take it at M.E.? Somehow it meant more to me this time than it ever has before. A pledge of loyalty and faith, I suppose, but also an evidence of companionship, not only spiritual, with the people all around, but also with those you care about...anywhere. I suppose it's something one doesn't talk about much, but it meant a great deal to me yesterday. Then later in the afternoon, the concert in Tower Court patio was very lovely. We stood facing the lake, after supper, with the gray and pinkness of the clouds in front of us, with one or two airplanes threading their way thru them. We all wore white, and Bob, Pam’s friend and Ted's roommate, said we looked like [Page 2] a very fine bevy of angels. Ted was very sweet too. Quite impressed and appreciative of the fact that he had actually seen me 2 days in succession. He had evidently been laboring under the conviction that I had grown weary of seeing him and didn't care whether I did any more or not, so I had to set him right on that point. He really is an awfully sweet boy, and I could be very fond of him. Am, in fact. He does have interesting ideas, and is the most versatile sort of person! Talks German like the sailors and selves, I discovered Oh yes, Macbeth! Well, there's where I found out Ted’s German ability. Because it seems the German cousul [mis-spelling: consul] whom he met during Easter vacation sent him 2 passes to go and see the War cruiser which was resting in the Boston Navy Yard for a couple of days, and Ted wanted very much to go and see it. He asked me if I preferred Macbeth, but he was so obviously interested in seeing the boat, that I hadn't the heart to say I had seen a battleship. So we went, were properly impressed...really, as a matter of fact...and came back for the last act of Macbeth. And from that very limited view, I would most definitely say that Cyrano was so far above it as to be entirely out of the class. I think it was largely the over-dramatization, beating of breasts etc., and also because we didn't get into the spirit of the thing until so late, but the others said they felt the same way--they just didn't feel all the things they were supposed to feel when they were supposed to feel them. It didn't strike all the responsive chords it should have, in other words. I'm glad we went to the boat, cause it was fun, and I really learned quite a bit. Ted knew lots about it, and explained bits to me in a surprisingly scientific but understandable way. He thinks I'm very sensible, [Page 3] very sweet, and have many possibilities which haven't been developed as yet! Ahd [mis-spelling: And] I think he has immense possibilities, so we get along very finely. Came back and walked around the Boston Gardens, then for supper and dancing with the others (3 friends of his with 3 girls from here). Altogether a very satisfactory day. Friday was the dance, inter fraternity, with Dick. Nothing much offer, a nice dance, Dick very considerate, but nothing terribly interesting. You know. Oh yes indeed, about Friday. You've definitely decided not to drive? Because then I wouldn't get the room at the House in the Hill for us. Did you think it would take longer than the train? Or you would be tireder? Or it would be more expensive? Mrs Underhill isn't coming until Saturday, but she only has a business coupe, which wouldn't get us around very much. Though I guess it would hold us if need be. The races start at 7:15, and I don't know just when the floats will be over, but I'll find out. Too bad it had to come on a school day, but it wouldn't be worth the $2 or 5 extra just to get here a few hours sooner. We had an extra practice this morning. Or rather the Freshman Crew did, and I got breakfast for them. Scrambled eggs have become history. Didn't know my cooking could be so famous! Also crisp bacon, coffee, strawberries, and toast which Lee made. They were all so appreciative. A bit of the warm feeling aroundt [mis-spelling: around] the region of the heartm [mis-spelling: heart] n’estpas? It was in the society house which Lee and I hope to make next year, and the girls, most of whom are on the Crew, were so very nice to us! Looks a bit promising. I vowed I wouldn't go over my $2oo budget, so I'm keeping the check on reserve, no [mis-spelling: not] to be used unless starvation knocks at my door, or I contract some new bills. Prom was extra, and I did use the $10, and even then it mounted somewhat higher when everything was totaled, but I don't want to take any more if I can possibly help it. On that note, I’ve just realized that the post man has probably gone by this time, and I'm so sorry. In that case,, you probably won't get this until Wed.! Let me know if you do, cause then I can see if a letter sent at 6 P.M. gets to you the next day. So, with the greatest best love, affection, gratitude, esteem, and more love, I am still [handwritten] Yours devotedly Ginny
Wellesley, Massachusetts; Schenectady, New York
Personal Relationships; Student Life; Arts, Theater, and Music; Athletics and Physical Education
Flowers; Wellesley College Choir; Men; Rowing; Money
Westervelt, Virginia Veeder and Wellesley College Archives, "Letter from Virginia Veeder Westervelt, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to Mrs. Millicent Veeder, Schenectady, New York, 1934 April 14" (1934). Virginia Veeder Westervelt letters (6C/1935). 124.