Aug 14 1934

August 14, 1934

Dear Thelma,

It’s exactly nine days since you left for Washington and it seems as if it were nine hundred years!  And in all this time nothing of importance or of an interesting nature has happened that is worthwhile relating.  Under these circumstances you can readily see how difficult it is to write a long worthy-of-your-attention letter.  So if this bores you, be a good sport, and throw these sheets in the waste basket.

Sunday was a cool, cloudy day out Grafton.  After dinner, I took a long walk by my lonesome and after rambling about aimlessly I found myself on the back hills of Shaver’s where we picked so many huckleberries.  There I ate some berries and then laid down near a bush and fell asleep.  I had a very pleasant dream (you know what it was) and probably would have slept there all night if pesky mosquitos didn’t rudely awake me.  By the time I reached home the blues overcame me and I wanted to make a bee line for the city.  Fortunately Dave had to leave early and I went with him.  That night I went to the movies (by myself) a saw a picture which aided in takeing me away from myself.  The name of the picture is “One More River” by John Galsworthy.  It has a marvelous cast; including Diana Wynyard and the setting is in England.  If it ever comes to Washington I do hope you will go to see it and let me know your opinion of it.

Last night the section conducted an outdoor meeting.  Sam was chairman and Jake and I were to be the speakers.  Sam opened up the meeting in fine shape and then introduced Jake.  Before Jake took the box, he told Sam he wasn’t going to talk very long because he wasn’t feeling very good.  But once on the box he was transformed from an old man to a fighting cock.  And he got better the longer he was on the box until he had consumed not only his allotted time by what should have been mine to the bargain.  After the meeting he sort of apologized for his transgression.  I told him that anytime that speaking made him feel good, he could always have my share of it.

The collection was $2.25 and .30¢ literature was sold.  While the meeting was fair sized, not a single question was asked, not even Chappy Gorman.  At the meeting Dave Livingston came over and we got atalking.  Naturally it was about music, and when I told him of your plans to hold musicales in your home to induce parents to give their children lessons + how newspaper ads were going to augment those endeavors, he could see that your moveing from Troy had a very good effect on Leo’s ambitions.  He is just loafing and enjoying his vacation.  Incidentally he said he never as yet received a letter from Leo.

Mr. Brond is coming to Troy to-day and I will talk to him about getting off on that Saturday nite to make my trip via boat to N.Y.C.  In my next letter to you I will have definite details, so please don’t worry, I’ll write you more often.

Issie

P.S. Regards from all to all

Editor’s Notes: As evidenced by the fact that I have these letters today, they did not bore Thelma and in fact, she treasured them.  Izzy reminisces about their times together in Grafton, picking berries and enjoying each other’s company.  Instead of hanging around Grafton with the blues Izzy heads home to Troy where he is still lonesome.  A movie date would have been typical if they were together but the best Izzy can think is that Thelma see the movie on her own and tell him her thoughts afterwards.

The Socialist Labor Party meetings continue with Izzy playing a leadership role as speaker.  At this particular meeting Izzy didn’t actually get to speak because another comrade was caught up in the joy of his own speech.  The comrade, Jake, appears to have been older, showing that the movement was not only appealing to the young.  Izzy is gracious and allows Jake to continue his speech, happy to see the older man enjoying himself and feeling good.

Another comrade, Dave Livingston, talks to Izzy after the meeting and we are revealed a bit of Thelma’s life and plans.  Livingston suggests that it is Leo’s ambitions and perhaps not her own that prompt her to hold musicals in the home with the new piano.  I wonder about this scenario.

To Watch/ To Read: One More River, directed by James Whale, based on a 1933 novel by John Galsworthy

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