December 5, 1927
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Dearest Marian,
It's not yet 48 hours since I saw you never-the-less it seems 48 days and by
tomorrow nite it will seem 48 years. Now I will go on with my story.
I got up at about 10 am Sunday and did a few things before lunch. Then Don and
Mr. Mondavi and I went to Lakeville to a Blue Rock shoot for prizes. We got 2 fat ducks and a 15# turkey and then quit. Last nite (Sun) we went to show.
It wasn't bad a fellow would say not much. It was however nice and warm in the show and I didn't have any trouble falling asleep. I saw the start
and finish of the feature and let my imagination furnish the rest. The ironical part of it was that I had for company an empty chair. I kept thinking
of the emptiness of that chair and all through the show I had misery for company mockery for comfort. Well why let a little thing worry me. Oh hell,
I am going to quite for tonite. Good nite pal.
Dec. 7th. I will try to finish this tonite tho it's nearly 12 oclock p.m. now.
Ed was in town yesterday so we had a little party here last nite. We played cards til about
2 A.M. then I got an emergency call on a heating job and got back around 4 A.M. at which time we retired. I felt great this morning tho and landed a nice job
today just to celebrate my birthday. Also I am very lonesome tonite. I bet I am not the only one too.
I have a set of plans here for a big job in Ukiah and it may involve a trip to the
city. I hope not!
It seems funny, Marian, that everything seems to be at a standstill, or just a
suspense one might say. I don't know whether I am coming or going and care less. And all for a something not worth naming.
This evening I took mother to see the Big Parade and we both enjoyed it. Sometimes
I believe I would welcome such a life of hell as the picture symbolizes. Generally this happens when I am "blue" and despondent which is at just such a time
as this. And again I ask, what for?
No sane reasons - but ————— one ought to keep his head near
the fire and yet keep his feet on a block of ice.
It's just as cold here as in S.R. tonite only I have a cheerfull fire.
Strange to say I don't feel a bit blue now but rather have that reassuring humor of
feeling that everything will turn out all right. It always does -- sometimes.
So I have passed another milestone of life. I wonder sometimes if I am any nearer
now than a year ago or ten years ago, to happiness. But I think of you and know that there is ever an echoing thought in return from my pal.
I don't know if I dare to see you but it will probably end up that I will see you before the weekend is out.
This letter represents a rather cnfused state of thought and a weary and half hearted
effort to convey it to paper. My fire is nearly out now. So am I. Thanks from Hilda to you.
May I not call myself always your
Own Pal
Marino
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