Gurgling with delight

Every letter that my father wrote…all…all had about them an empurpled intensity … a flair … an escalation of objects and events out of the mundane and into the celestial.

February 25, 1968

Dear Shelly,

I am sitting here in Linda’s complicated room, which due to her malady is not in the most orderly state of composure. We all think of you many times and miss your happy chatter and patter which Linda contends, leads you to the refrigerator. Chucky is now in Hebrew School and is coming back shortly, after which he is leaving for a Boy Scout Hike. Fathers are not invited, so that’s that. Mother has been abstracted by relative Libby and is involved in some purchasing involvements at friend Litzie, the ladies clothes instrumentality.

Linda is just gurgling with delight as I read this letter back to her on my tape recorder, via voice box ~ Michael is paying a visit to neighbor Sollo, just north of us. That is squire Richard ~ Mikey has been having inspirations to play the trumpet, which he claims is vital for the security of our armed forces in Viet Nam and the second coming of Elijah. The tones must be long and clear and in a most

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Staccatto-like fashion.

Part II

I strongly recommend that the next book that you read which is a substantial volume but most satisfying an experience is “The Wandering Jew” by the French writer Eugene Sue. The book contains a lifetime of historical and dramatic experience involving the Wars of France. The thugs of India and their diabolical goddess KALI ~ The Society of Jesus and their complicated endeavors and machinations and all intertwined with a vast inheritance which has been entrusted to the members of a family and its final disposition.

Part III

We all join in recommending to you most assiduously that you exercise caution on your motorcycle which requires vigilance and constant alertness. Make sure that you partake of good and wholesome food for that is the substance of life and gives strength so that we may give nourishment to our mind and spirit.

I close these small few lines with the best regards from all the family and bid you take special note of the editorial comment in the enclosed newspaper article lamenting upon the fact that teaching economics has become a lost art.

~ Dad ~

S. Reuben