March 23, 1943
Mr. Russell M. Blood
c/o Metcalf Hamilton & K.C. Bridge Company
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Last Sunday we went to Sunday School in the morning and went to see Bambi in the afternoon. The other show was All American Co-ed and it was about a man who dressed like a woman.
We filled our War Stamp booklets and we are going to get our bond tomorrow. I have 50 cents in another book. I am saving my money to get the Open Road for Boys. It costs $1.60 a year and I have 60 cents saved toward it.
Mother took our pictures tonight. Two of them were of us on the haystack. At school we are playing marbles and I have lost a lot of mine, as usual. I haven't had to stand in the corner any more but I got a red 5. I did manage to get on the honor roll for this week though.
With love, Dwight
P.S. Mother forgot to mail our letters in with hers, so we sent ours in another envelope. Dwight
Comment: Dad went to Edmonton with Les Utter to do war-related construction work, I believe on an air terminal facility, riding the train. When he left, we kids knew nothing until Mom and Dad came to school and got us out of class to say goodby. I think Louise and I would have been in the 7th grade. Our grades were "1,2,3,4,5", and not ABC, etc. Red 5's were marked in red ink. I can't remember what was so egregious as to merit a red 5 and I don't remember standing in the corner. The system we had of going to church or Sunday School in the morning and going to the movies in the afternoon was an absolutely wonderful system. This system came to a screeching halt when Mother became a Sunday School teacher and I guess she didn't want to be setting a bad example. Sadly, we saw very few, if any, movies after that. I thought Bambi was a stupid movie for killing off his poor mother in the fire. Dad's stay in Canada was short-lived, however, as one day we came home from school and he jumped out from behind the door in our bedroom with a big "boo". He had contracted pneumonia and had to come home to get well. Thus ended another in his perennial, and often unsuccessful, efforts to make a little extra money. But he and Mother never gave up. My penmanship in this letter was remarkably good for an 11 year old. In the first grade, there wasn't much to do so I kept practicing the Parker Penmanship script on the top of the blackboard until I got all the letters right. I didn't know until just a few years ago that my classmate and ultimate fellow annual editor Dolores had done the same. thing. To this day, the handwriting for each of us is virtually indistinguishable. I ultimately ended up with enough money to subscribe to the Open Road for Boys, which I loved.