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Letter to her mother wishing her a happy birthday; and describing how to set up the radio to hear the Verse Speaking Choir's broadcast, the excitement on campus from the Junior Prom, compliments from Dick, and a book from Lunk.


4 May, 1935. Mother dearest - And a very special Good Morning to you - in person! Or its nearest equivalent, on your day. I hope it's a grand one - it will have to be, if it belongs to you. I wish I could bounce in on you now, with a bouquet as big as your Doran children's gave you. Even then it wouldn't be big enough or sweet enough for “mother o’ mine!” All I can do is a much smaller substitute which I hope to goodness the man hasn't forgotten - he had the order so long ago. Do you think you will go in the country? It ought to be a grand day for it. My envy if you do. I shall probably do church in the morning - a Quaker minister who taught at Haverford - and novel until 4:30 when we leave for Boston. WIXAL Is going to be on the air an hour before our broadcast, so [Page 2] perhaps you can get it lined up before. We practiced a couple of hours yesterday. Suppose I can contrive a “Hello mother - this is a great show. Wish you might be here to enjoy this beauty and really extraordinarily wonderful event which I am privileged to see.” etc. etc. etc. But alas, this is not Hollywood - and I shall have to be a bit wary of personal stick-out-ness. I think it will be fun though. Hope you can get it. Ask Boorn’s about their friend down the street, if things don't work out otherwise. Uh huh, last night was fun. Of course it was Junior Prom here - so I really felt as if I were Promming all over again, getting ready etc. There was a Prom excitement in the air - of rustle and hurry and flowers and men. Everybody looked lovely. But Dick seemed satisfied with little Genevieve Geraldine. In fact he’s excellent for my surface self [Page 3] confidence - he picks out things to be appreciative of - he liked the dress, my poises, my looks, my mind, my common sense (I’m quoting!) until I began to think maybe I had inherited some of yours. So I enjoyed the evening. For one thing I did something I never expected to do until I married an army officer - and that was march under a canopy of crossed sabers. They had a grand march, & the members of Scabbard & Blade formed the arch while we marched thru. It was great fun. I came back at 2:30 by bus, and got up at 10 this morning. The sun is out now - so are white clouds. I may take my novel outdoors some place & see what happens to it. I don't feel like getting at it cooped up in here. Prom weekenders are going out for picnics amid shouts and excitement. I feel so old & ancient. No more proms. Last year's was so grand. Ah well. There have been many of them in various places, and all grand. I suppose one's memory fades ultimately, and I won't [Page 4] remember half of them - but they're fun in the present, and if everything continues “fun (or other adjectives) in the present - it ought to work out successfully somehow. Was most surprisedly delighted yesterday to receive a package from Lunky - “A Modern Symposium” by G. Lowes Dickinson. In his letter, he said there was a book he was going to make sure I read, but I never expected a presentation copy, and scribed - “to Ginger - to whom it may explain both of us.” I haven't read much of it yet, but it is excellent - a collection of points of view written vividly. Orchids, and books are such a nice combination! But if I ever want a chance to read it, I’d better tackle the novel. My dearest love to you, always, but little more today, appreciatively so. Virginia - who also has the Millicent in her name to live up to! If the doorbell doesn't ring, call up Park Florist and ask him if he remembers an order of March 29 for May 5.


Wellesley, Massachusetts; Schenectady, New York


Home and Family; Student Life; Personal Relationships


Birthdays; Radio--Receivers and reception; Proms; Men

Letter from Virginia Veeder Westervelt, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to Mrs. Millicent Veeder, Schenectady, New York, 1935 May 4