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Letter to her mother thanking her for sending a package full of food; and describing eating the food with friends, Thanksgiving with her friend Peggy's family, a visit from Stocky, a meeting of the Oriole Friendship Home Library Club, and potential travel arrangements to return home for Christmas vacation. This letter contains a racial epithet.
Dec 1 ‘33 Friday AM. Mither [mis-spelling: Mother] - you darling you angel you sweetest, grandest - gosh I can't think of enough words! And as for surprises! Why I never expected anything like it! I picked up the suitcase and it was so heavy, I couldn't imagine what was in it. And when I got it open! Do you mind the exclamation points? When the wind sailed in here last nite, I was all snug & warm under the big puff - but the things that were in it. I still haven't gotten used to having so many nuts to devour. And [Page 2] combined with the fudge & the delicious cake, I tell you I'm just overwhelmed. Oh yes, we had a little feast, to which you were praised to the skies, I can tell you. Did Grandpa crack all the nuts? If he did, you tell him it was mighty grand of him, and the girls all want to meet a man who can crack nuts like that, that come out so easily. The apples are gracing the little Indian basket - of present - and they do make a lovely decoration temporarily - but only temporarily, I hasten to say. Thanks for sending Daddy's [Page 3] picture. I like to look at it on the bookcase. My little tea kettle is so cunning. I shall have to have a tea party some time soon, & use my Chinese tea & my cute bridge set Mum Mum gave me. That's a theoretical plan, but I'm wondering if it'll work out. There just ain't too darn much time for frivolity in this Female Seminary! Don't take me too seriously though, it's just time for quizzes again, that's all, & I have 3 of them next Wednesday, & a reading report due Tuesday. Not a sob story, just cold fact. [Page 4] How did you know that I was about to run out of such articles as [illegible: Rx?] & Cold Cream - it was most thoughtful of you to anticipate such. Altogether, as maybe by this time you've gathered, it was a pretty wonderful suitcase - sort of like the fairy story ones where you took out something and still had more left. Only much, much better. And did you have a fine Thanksgiving? Yes'm, I did of course. Peggy's mother & father were just darling to me, & made me feel quite at home. And [Page 5] besides me, there were 2 brothers, one a very-important-college-Sophomore at Dartmouth, & the other in high school, 2 aunts, 3 internes, proteges of one aunt, who were very nice, another girl from school here that I like, and the roommate of the Dartmouth boy. Before dinner we all rode around Boston, down by the Fish piles, up on Beacon Hill, thru nigger town, around Harvard, thru of the warehouse district and big manufacturing places, & up by the Capitol - saw the original State House, & then the big new one, etc. Quite a town, & most interesting. And [Page 6] the dinner was wonderful. 2 Turkeys with practically all the trimming possible. A little log cabin in the center of the table, with Indians prowling around it, & grapes & apples & things surrounding. Both pumpkin & mince pie & ice cream for dessert & the usual nuts, candy etc. afterward. Then just as they were all leaving, Stocky & 2 other boys came, and after playing ping pong, cards of all sorts and the rest of the things one does on occasions such as that, we all had supper! Yes, we ate, I don't know how, but she [Page 7] had tomato & cream cheese ball salad, turkey, & dressing also made into balls & french fried. And little cakes with either pie or raspberries & coffee for dessert. And then of course, candy again. The boys didn't have a car so they just took us to the station and put us on the train, & we return all safe sound, sleepy and stuff at 1 A.M. Was so glad to find your Special waiting for me when I got in. I thought of you often, & wondered how you [Page 8] were getting along too. It was pretty tough not being together on Thanksgiving, but neither of us were home, & after all I suppose it was just another day - & one less to Christmas. I haven't decided about train or bus - might make reservations on both, & let the weather decide. It really is $5:40 round trip though - $3.00 one way, & it makes it a great deal cheaper. It would pay for a lot of things - that extra $10 or so, & I don't mind not going home on the train. There'll be others on the bus too, you know, & even [Page 9] if it is slippery or snowy, they're pretty careful & I wouldn't mind. If it's like yesterday, I'd much rather - was it as grand there as here? Springlike, & very balmy & bright. It's still bright enough, but there's a mighty strong wind a’ blowin’ now, by golly. Lee & I saw a “Little Women” Wednesday. I went into my Italians, & met her afterward. They were cute again - we read, & I got them to read some poetry. We chose a name for the Club - the Oriole Friendship Home Library Club. So named because of the new [Page 10] Oriole stove of which they are very proud. Then we sang, & I discovered that the youngest has a beautiful voice. She'd only - “, but it just soars up, & besides it has a very interesting quality & perfect pitch. I suppose she'll grow up to be a torch singer, but something ought to be done about her voice - I hope it will. Katharine Hepburn was perfect, & the whole thing was very satisfying. Are you worn out by the length of this? Maybe I'd better type in the future, but I couldn't seem to stop - now I must, I guess. I can't start thanking you for that wonderful suitcase again or it would consume 2 more pages. But - I love it, and you greatly - Ginny
Wellesley, Massachusetts; Schenectady, New York
Home and Family; Personal Relationships; Student Life; Tradition and Ritual
Thanksgiving Day; Boston, Mass; Food; Men
Westervelt, Virginia Veeder and Wellesley College Archives, "Letter from Virginia Veeder Westervelt, Wellesley, Massachusetts, to Mrs. Millicent Veeder, Schenectady, New York, 1933 December 1" (1933). Virginia Veeder Westervelt letters (6C/1935). 186.