Art in the Family: 10/1/22

Having graduated from High School, Harry is living at home working for the Gas Company as a meter reader. Letters from home are filled with local news and mentions of young men joining the military. By October, Harry is among them leaving a large void in the lives of Moon and Pop

Thursday Eve (Jan 8, 1943)

Dear Beezie,

A letter is dispatched in the same mail as this letter to the bank for cash in the form of a draft for $150. When we get it, which will be promptly, we will send it on to you. Take it to the treasurer, cash it, and you will have enough, with what you already had for your tuition and the installment on your room tent, for which we have just received a bill, which I will enclose, in case you don’t receive one. We will send sums from home occasionally, later to finance you, as needed for the rest of the year.

The lavender dress will not arrive this week -not to have in mail over week-end – is not done yet, anyway. It has been a busy time, getting settled again – at least partly. Gerald has gone out of our lives and so has $61.35 (handyman, I think – ac))

A nice day today. I hiked from here to Hair’s. (?-ac) Errand. Aunt Hazel injured a tendon while pursuing her vocation as a teacher and is all strapped up.

Right after returning from the station Sunday I had a very satisfactory adventure with the afgan, (sic) and woke up to note that H+ H had opened out the couch and both reposed, all in the parlor.

No news. All well. Hope you are the same. Good luck. Write sometime.

Hastily, Moon

(1/14/43)

Dear Beezie

I write you a short note. Your letter has just arrived + been perused. Tis my hope that you are as chirk (?-ac) as you sound. Those librarians have odd tastes, truly. Your strategy on the New York matter excellent. Two A’s good stuff. Shucks don’t worry about Comp + Spanish. Better invest in a new fountain pen.

All well here. I am going over town in errands this P.M. + will mail your laundry. The lavender dress I guess will delay until next week so as to include yarn for scarf if I can by chance obtain any in Sayre, where I plan to go + will wait a day or so for a card from you estimating amount, tho I don’t know as yarn can or will.

The dress seems so nice that if it doesn’t fit perfect around the neck + sleeves I shall never forgive self for not getting the fit nailed down while you were here. I cut out more neck- but feared to go too far + maybe you won’t approve 100%.

I have had to give up the idea of visiting Ruth at Hastings (on-Hudson – ac) – no way to manage here, in winter, with furnace, + Hazel’s hand is strapped up + immobilized. You might send her a note- her right hand, too – injured a tendon trying to open a door which was frozen shut, will be some time healing - 32° below at Tully, once, I hear. Must write to Tully, so closing, hastily. Moon-

It would be wise to put good shields in dress before even trying it on. The little bag to match isn’t made yet, May be by the time it comes

(Jan 16 ’43 written on the back of a contract for room and board at SU. Room 11 Genesee Cottage $120.00 for the year.)

Sat. noonish

Dear B.

A nice day here, + the sun shining, so why not write Beezie a slight letter, thinks I + no sooner thunk than understood. The Sat. house cleaning has just been completed. After lunch I have a go at hanging the pictures, later I amble over town + ride with the gang + the groceries.

Congratulations on your excellent marks. Yea, even if you get zero minus in Life. Fine.

Student work by Janice

Your dress will be mailed the first day I can arrange the business, next week I do trust – hate to mail it with Niles (the mailman.) I forgot to send the almond meal, + would send it today were not the Post Office closed Sat. P.M. It works just like the other, + I recommend mixing it with witch-hazel. It’s surprising.

Note. Fountain pens will soon become scarcer + worser. Best buy: Waterman, or Shaffer or Parker $2.00 to $5.00 – Recommended Majestic &1.00 Eagle $1.00 + up.

After noon. A swell day out – Spring-like. The seed-catalogue season is on.

Yarn business. I went shopping + got some blue, not Shetland , ordinary, like the afgan is made of. Can’t you use that? Answer. It cones in 29¢ hanks, 1 ¼ oz. in each, is that enough as there will likely be less yardage in thicker yarn, would 1 ¼ oz be enough? Answer. I didn’t try for Shetland Floss but if you prefer it, I will. Answer.

I found a lighter blue, after getting it home it seems too light, + I may Rit it (dye it – ac) a bit but the bright green seems less bright when used with a brighter blue. Did you get enough like the sample you send for the whole scarf, or shall I go ahead and get black, blue + green here? I’d just as soon, now that I’m interested, + H. can see and approve soon, the colors. Answer. I’ll wait to hear before making any more moved. Regret all the trouble.

I think they were planning to make a scarf for Harry in the colors of the Campbell tartan

Yesterday I went to the hospital to call on one of the East Smithfield cousins, the other one this time, who was in, she’d gone home. A odd feeling, it gives. Ann Moore happened along in Sayre + I road home with her. All usual here and no news. Have fun.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Moon

Wed. A.M. (Jan 27 ’43)

Dear Beezie:

Your card at hand + I believe I will come across with a slight letter.

You sound plenty busy – making four dollars, off and on. If ever you slack off on those coats-of-arms I do believe I’ll hire you to do that one of Smileys which is always on my mind – at your regular rates. It would be worth it.

‘Tis well that the lavender dress fitted. Jacky Moore admired it. The Shrimp commented, “Whee whee ooo!” You’ll be more likely to wear it if you have it than if you don’t – that’s logic.

The yarn for scarf, then. I’ll leave to you entirely. Shrimp will be satisfied – even if you can’t better the sample. I suspect a lighter, duller green is authentic – send me the bill. (I’ll bet she is making a scarf in the colors of the Campbell plaid-ac)

Big news here is Andy’s (Andrew J. Crowley, Jr – ac) home – arrived early Mon. morning, unexpectedly, for an 8-day furlough, after which he’s off to the front. He looks fine, super-duper. I hear, + is in excellent spirits. Spending his time to a great extent with Miss Amy Smith. Shrimp is taking him out to a speghetti (sic-ac) dinner today.

The Hey club at Athens High School. Harrison Campbell at lower right, and Andrew Crowley second from left in back row.

Bobby Callear graduated from Army School, + had his picture in the paper, one of a group working on something.

Can you solve this mystery? What became of Mr. Hulet’s Christmas present? I bought it, a Scarf, at Joneses, wrapped and addressed it, took it up to S. School. Tree was in evening + I didn’t plan to go, so put it behind the tree, after informing the others, and getting another individual, Madeline, to look out for it. Christmas wasn’t to be until the week following, I learned, but everybody thought it would be all right to leave the gift there, out of sight, but easily discovered when the presents were to be given out. It was never seen again. And they say no one used the Hall during the next week. They took up a collecting to buy him another.

Julia Moore on a previous visit with Geezle

Young Julia has taken to visiting me again, + what’s more, bringing Snowball along. I haven’t seen that little red pincushion you gave me since the last time she was up. Pins + needles here + thereabout, that’s all.

Apparently Moon was trying to track down a Campbell plaid necktie with no success. She even wrote a letter to the manufacturer.

Pop gets a mention in the paper courtesy of Rev. Herrick

Pop was a numbers guy and helped Beezie with her taxes.

East Athens Community Building

Wed. AM. Very. (Apr 7 ’43)

Dear Beezie,

We have your letter. Of course, you haven’t heard from the Shrimp, or any of us because we haven’t known where to write. You’re rattled + fuzzy. Conditions, doubtless.

Your Pop was home yesterday with a cold, better now, + gone to work this A.M. He picked a good day to sleep late – Apr. 7^th, one of the toughest of the entire winter.

The Shrimp read meters that day. He is in the usual health. He will probably not be up to see you – has lost his chance to be a lion up there, all right.

My activities have been numerous, for me. I collected for the Red Cross – not bad, at all, attended a slight party given the collectors, by Mrs. Reynolds – that clever new house down by the Van Wollfradt’s where I played hearts.

Then I went to a meeting of the Y.M’s (Young Matrons, I think – ac) + got put on a committee, which culminated in an affair at the Hall. (Community Hall – ac) I went to that , too.

Then, Ida McKinney died suddenly, + all the Y.M.’s were to serve dinner there on the day of the funeral + I was on that committee, too, + also slated to go over + help with the serving, and did, and also attended the funeral. Yesterday I went shopping, slightly, with Anne M. + Helen Duggan. Also your Pop + me hoofed it up + called on Mrs. Boyd + cat. Church has begun again. Tomorrow night the Young Matron’s meet here, right here. You kin imagine.

I plan, now, to make my Tully visit at Easter time, visiting you then, too, somewhat. Could you put me up for the night in your large, single, airy, spacious room? Or some place? Now let me know whether or no, + whatever you would really like to have me stay over a night or not – don’t want to put you out, cramp your style or anything of that sort + don’t have to – can stay at Tully of course – or might visit Vera. This night would be the Friday night before Easter. Then I would do some errands in Syracuse Sat. A.M + go on to Tully. I am bringing up to be rebound 2 big books on History of the Scottish Highlands which H. + H. bought 2^nd hand, through the library service. They give service with a steam shovel, allegorically speaking. Every day or two H. gets a large package by mail with 6 or 8 books on Scotland, into which he delves day + night, preparatory to returning the whole batch by express collect. One or two or three purchases have been made, tho. We got another ‘Sequil: Or Things Witch Ain’t Finshed in the First”. (book by lawyer and humorist Henry A. Shute – written in 1904 “The Real Diary of a Real Boy – in a mock folksy style – syndicated in the Saturday Evening Post) Have the address of the rebinding place.

Oh yes, I have been trading glad bulbs, due to a trading post listed in the Bulletin, _+ traded 2 large batches with 2 guys, exchanging lists + checking wants. It worked wonderful + I don’t know how I’ll ever get ‘em all planted.

“Cue-ball” Dunning hit his head during parachute practice, and has been delirious in a hospital in Miami, ever since. Bad Luck.

Adrian is to study aero photography – we hear – guess that’s it.

Love from all of us Moon

Good for yer Spanish. Too bad to leave Genesee just when it became such an ideal location (SU dormitory Genesee Cottage-ac) Yes – I think you’d better institute some correspondence – several – to help your own morale while you make munitions next summer. It’s a Heaven-sent opportunity. I hear Eclipse is hiring as well as firing.

Victor Recordings is what your father has. Columbia Recordings is what he wants. I think – if this is incorrect, a post card will follow at once. If no post card appears – act accordingly.

I commend you for cleaning your room, getting your self moved, + getting some work done – what with everything. Write some poetry on yer own. You kin. We’re glad you like our new house, + glad you’re enjoying your self.

Yours ever Moon

Mon. A.M. (Apr 12 ’43)

Dear Beezie:

Your Papa just gone to work + your little brother not yet ariz. (sic) The wash water heating, and it seems like a good time to promote a slight letter. Tho what to say I don’t know, having forgotten where I left off.

The Young Matrons met here Thursday night, including Miss Coit, a very successful evening, apparently. Tea + Cake was served. I made the tea, + Mrs. Reynolds the cake, a small cake. Big pan. Hadn’t seen a cake in some time.

I must now ease off these social activities + get the housecleaning finished + make myself some dresses as your old sweaters are soon going to be too hot + I hope, tho it certainly remains chilly – the coldest April in 44 years, tis said. I saw the first snake of the season yesterday, too, tho it was so cold I don’t see how he could operate.

I have had such a run of supper committees, meetings + such-like activities. I plan to go to the movies with H. for a change.

Yesterday I want to Gregory’s greenhouse with Hazel, a treat, tho’ they’re shifting to vegetables, + brought home 3 funny little plants on the cactus order. Our tomato plants are transplanted now and look better than those in the greenhouse.

Not much neighborhood news. Peggy Moore achieved her 18^th birthday – Warren Wood quit school – did I tell you? He had a row with Mr. Hazard + threw a book at Miss Smith, attempted to join the Merchant Marines, failed because of his eyes, and got a job in a feed mill – but works elsewhere now.

Mr. Smiley came down with arthritis and had to have all his teeth out – now improving.

Aunt Katherine has been having her teeth out, too.

Colds all about. Jack Moore was down the better part of a week. Julia has been having ear ache, our father was off from work one day. Shrimp was rather miserable. I feel a bit dopey, but we’ve all pulled thru the month of March + can expect improvement.

I dare say the week-end just passed was very gay and eventful at S.U. Are there enough soldiers to go around? Gather ye roses while ye may, make hay while the sun shines, etc. etc.

Information on book of recordings was correct, buy something, if possible with the lighter + more trashy stuff in it.

Too bad you aren’t here to help eat all the eggs we have now. Our oyster supper we planned at the hall turned out to be a deviled egg supper – however I guess there’ll be a batch of boiled or so, when you do come. Maybe I’ll bring you some for Easter when I come.

Signs of the Shrimp, so must close. I don’t suppose you have much time to write, but cards + letters always appreciated.

Enclosed is a clipping concerning an acquaintance of yours – lost one similar on Waunita Davies – she had a supper at the Forrest House but they for got to mention the name of the intended bridegroom.

Carry on. Yours with. Moon

Mon. A.M. (postcard Apr 19 ’43)

Dear Beezie-

Not washing today – Rainy – your delightful letter arrived Saturday. Too, too bad about the Super Soldier. Don’t give up without a struggle – Drop a line + remind him you are over the measles - + heard he had inquired – S. doesn’t own him, yet. We heard officially of the measles. I look forward to the visit. Will get in Friday on that afternoon train you use, 5 something, + if not met, will come up to 817 + wait. Let me know if you want me to bring anything up – also if anything transpires so that visit is inconvenient. All well here. Flats of tomato plants prevail. Yesterday an almost decent day.

Tue. Evening (May 5 ’43)

Dear Beezie:

I wasn’t sure when dashing off that card this A.M. but if you wish, you can buy your ticket to Waverly, as usual, as soon as the cottage closes, and send your trunk home then, retaining the ticket until you want to come. It will be good for 2 weeks (indefinitely) if you can keep from losing it. Then, when you do come, you won’t have the trunk to bother with, + can come home by yourself on the bus. We would get the trunk, when it arrived. Could you keep out enough clothes for 2 weeks or so, using your little suitcase + mailing case? You could also mail some home in a package or box if necessary. Sounds like an interesting job and we hope you get it. Quite possibly some cottage near the hill will be open for summer school students, etc. + will take you in. You won’t be a student and could board anywhere. Could, if necessary, put up with Cousin Gertie in E. Syracuse. Mrs. Ben Hall – 207 Kinne St.

Shrimp was looking forward to having someone to associate with and go on hikes.

You should be able to worry Lucy on the easy-come-easy-go Soldier question. Perhaps, if you are the very last co-ed left, + with absolutely no competition, + 2,000 soldiers in the vicinity, you will set some kind of record.

I went to town on the bicycle this A.M. Successful. Looks like a nice day tomorrow. I’ll work in the flower garden. Your clothes-press has just had an overhauling – room also being cleaned, curtains washed, etc.

Must hit the hay.

Yours ever, Moon

Tue. A.M (May 13 ’43)

Dear Beezie-

Your letter written Thu. mailed Fri., received Mon. You may have moved by now but this will follow. I feared you might not have realized we were without your address + thus delay the arrival of the money, which you might need. I suppose what you earn you could deposit with the treasurer of the University + leave it there till Fall. A good plan, if possible.

You are lucky to have this job + it was good of Prof W. (Professor Walker, who also taught Moon) to hand it to you. Enjoy y’self + don’t mind little things like dean Marjorie Smith at table. She probably gives her attention to re-victualling and it was only when the inner Marjorie was fortified that she observed the polite but innerly (sic) peevish co-eds. Worse things happen.

Lottie Morley, Leland’s mother, was found dead in bed Saturday morning, totally unexpected. Mrs. Lent had a stroke + is in bed partly paralyzed, but lingering. Mrs. Donlin has developed a serious heart condition, and Mr. Smiley is all crippled up with arthritis. He went + took some treatment at a place near Buffalo, but can still just barely get about.

Albert Perry has been home on furlough. His girl was here, too.

We are living in the house with a wild animal, a wild un-tamed rabbit, small size, but growing like everything. When first seen, he was just big enough to be visible to the naked eye, + being chased by a cat, + caught + let go. 2 cats, in fact, + was just about bushed, + Shrimp went out + rescued him. We have to keep him in until he gets big enough to outrun the cats, which range about hourly on all sides. He lives under the furniture. Most unorthodox. He eats, etc. usually on a newspaper in the corner of the kitchen. He gives callers a turn, appearing unexpectedly from somewhere. We want to keep him until you return. He seems happy, but is not grateful for being saved. He was too little to understand. He simply thought that the Shrimp was chasing him too, along with the cats, + was the one who caught him. I feel that I can sense how a rabbit feels about things – although Oliver – named after H’s fass. (?-ac) doesn’t seem to have a very high I.Q.

The Shrimp has resigned from his job with the Gas Company. Gave his 2-week notice after Ingle, the Simon Legree from Georgia, figured on having H. do all the meter-reading in Waverly + Woody all the collecting. He would only have worked a few weeks more anyway. Now plans to work around the place as needed (?), loaf, brush up on his book learnin’, + join the Navy.

How do you mean, you start spilling soup again? Are you paying your board, or working for it? Don’t wait on table unless you want to. You’ve no call to. Anyway, have a good time. Your job doesn’t sound bad at all + you will soon be home in comfort, or, at least, amongst a complete cauge (? ac) of irritations.

More soaking rain – a fierce storm yesterday P.M. I had just washed, + it was all dry – all the spreads blankets + quilts from your room. I hope this very week, to paint that floor.

The garden has been pretty, beginning to show what it can be like in Spring – never where so many + so fat, the blue grape hyacinths, + clumps + patches of white, pink, + yellow along the path toward the oak tree. Things from the woods were fine this year, and now the blue violets are rioting under the apple tree, + the white ones in clumps along the iris bed burst out like pop corn. One of Oliver’s relatives or else of the dog that was chasing it busted off the young stalk of one of our new lilies, the costliest one of all, of course. I guess the bulb will live, but no stalk of bloom this season. It is so wet heaven only knows when we can play the garden.

Well, write us another nice letter when you can.

Good luck. Moon

Thursday (May13 ’43)

Dear Beezie:

We have your card with your address, and here comes your cash. Let us know when you receive it.

I hope you are having as nice a day as we are – at least. I waited until today to wash + did so out in the yard, for the first + quite extensively. If you stay long enough + want any towels, blouses, sailor dress, handkerchiefs, say so.

Your trunk arrived and is all unpacked for you. I have enjoyed the works of art greatly. Anne Moore saw some of them which are on display about the place – it can hardly be avoided – and was impressed. Peggy will want to see them. Item. Woody is in the Army. Item. Nathan Downey is in North Africa.

B. Duck (Leona Towner, Janice’s childhood friend – ac) called on me yesterday A.M. Very nice of her, + she’ll see you again before we will. We’ll be glad to see you. 2 weeks goes fast, and don’t let a few optical illusions get you down. The reward does not partake of the illusion – any quantity. Congratulations on the scholarship. You’re hot stuff kid.

The blue gift vase is a most cute + decorative object as well as a very usable size.

Yes, keep the little set of drawers if you can get it home. Probably its mailable + no doubt you are harboring more stuff than you supposed, or collecting additional junk, + will need it to pack stuff in. If you mail home any parcels, be careful about heavy things in corners which could break thru + fall out. But if you acquire much more we will have to build on an ell.

Much interest in the Radio. I-- it a battery model, I hear asked. Maye it can be de-sizzled.

Guess you could bring the drawers on the train with you – but you may not be met in Waverly + would have to take ‘em on bus, or leave ’em there.

I shall now make my way over town in a trice, as it were, send this + doubtless shop a bit in the famed Athens grocery emporiums.

Let us know whether you go crazy or not. Inconspicuous insanity is a fascinating term I have recently apprehended + have been turning over in my mind. I dunno – I dunno.

Where to you do our work?

Love frum all, (sic)

Moon

Pop's usual thoughtful and thorough travel instructions

Sun. Eve (May 31 ’43)

Dear Beezie-

It has become evident that you didn’t come home. The Shrimp felt like taking a chance on meeting you in Waverly + took the bus up. You know the results. He + friends are carrying on out in the dark on the lawn, which he finally got mowed.

It is bed-time so I must be brief. Oliver rabbit is partaking of oat-meal, raw. He moved into the cubby-hole. If the door gets shut, + he wants out, he simply starts to gnaw thru it. Once he got shut in one of the lower compartments of the stove + raised Cain. He avoids being catched,(sic) but eats out of hand. The house-cleaning is all done except the cubby-hole, due to Oliver.

The garden got plowed at last. Business now will be gardening + glad planting.

Nice weather betimes, now + I hope you’re having fun.

Nothing would happen if you didn’t go to Tully, but if possible, you should. A duty call, because they are near relatives, and not so much because of what they have done for you, but because of what they would have done if you had been in any jams or complications and needed help, which you luckily didn’t.

Grandma (Olive Sherwood Wands – ac) has got to be so very old, and now she can’t think of anything to say, or be the least bit interesting to you in your present state, but when you were in her state, more or less, that is, when you were helpless because of your extreme youth, she was a great friend of yours, which of course you can’t remember, but she can, still. She took care of you for hours + was very fond of you.

It would suffice for a visit if you got yourself around prompt enough in the morning to take the bus to Tully, visit an hour or so, + take the train from there. It leaves around noon. I forget the exact time. Or you could go out + back some day previous. Maybe Leona could go with you. Tho’ she’s probably pretty busy.

Well, anyway, we look forward to having you home when you get here, all well with us. Anne Hazard is working at the Belle.

Early rising tomorrow because your dad works Decoration Day.

Love, Moon

Tuesday A.M (postcard May 11 ’43)

Dear Janice,

Your latest communications leave us uncertain as to your whereabouts. We must be sure of your address before complying with your request. You will get a registered letter when we hear back. I am sending a duplicate of this card to Babcock cottage or is that 817 University Ave? Write at once. Good luck. Moon

Monday (May ’43)

Dear Beezie

5:30 A.M. and a good time to write. A few more paintings came to light. The necktie from our checked dress is inside the tube (or will be.

There have been various things to report, but they tend to fail to come to mind. The enclosed pencil drawing is by your brother, revealing the way he feels he looks in his new suit. He had a session with the salesman and it is being altered by a tailor. (not in length)

I reported to Doc. Coon again Sat. accompanied by the Aunt, who enjoys it. The anemia improves, or I do, at a reasonable rate. I really felt much better last week. Took a walk around the square one day – Cohen’s corner + return, + was not tired. Friday night Pop stuck his head in the kitchen and said, “Bombers going over!” + I came up standing off the parlor sofy (sic) and galloped out like a racehorse, beating the Shrimp, tho he was upstairs. Forgot all about being an invalid, + it felt good. I cleaned the kitchen cupboards last week, too, and yesterday I went to Sunday School. I riz (sic) up and thanked them for the gift plant, which I hated to do, but done, tho very poorly achieved.

The Campbell's were good friends with Ruth and Irving Hazard who had a cabin at Highland Lake

Ruth + Irving (Hazard – ac) called Sat. A.M. for a nice long visit. I learned the following items of possible interest to you, concerning work in the Eclipse, Elmira. (a) they make $40 a week there. (?) (b) A bus runs from here to take workers 2 + fro at a cost of $3 or so per week. Ruth said Ann had had no chance to apply for any summer job. Yet. Nelia’s husband has been sent to New York on a teaching job. They will rent a couple of rooms or so, and live in New York. And who do you suppose is the new Fuller Brush Man? Mrs. Rogers, that’s who. She needs the job, says she likes it, + has hopes of it.

They gave Roy + Nellie a shower at the Hall. I didn’t go but sent a pyrex dish. They had a mock marriage (borrowed my write up for it). Anna Carpenter was the groom + Bobby Callear, the bride.

I hope you were able to secure a suitable sash for your dress + had a good time at the dance, which I shall be glad to hear + I also look forward to a report on Still Life under Hekking, which I hope is going good, or goodish. If so, - tell him you wish you could have had him before.

The Shrimp + I both read ‘A Year with the Gaekwar of Baroda’. It turned out to be an account of the visit of a young Englishman to the Maharaja on an Indian State, when he was entertained in royal splendor for a whole year (30 yrs ago). Gaekwar was a family name, like the Mcpherson. In ‘Life’ (magazine? -ac) there is an account of a sculptor who does many animals, + a photo of a zebra + baby – part of a group ‘destined for the Maharaja of Baroda, for his museum’. Likely won’t be delivered for a spell.

Hazard’s had just been to the library, getting themselves some books and Ruth gave me the one she got for herself, to read over the weekend. A kind deed, if ever there. was one. ‘Native American’ Pioneer family life by R.S. Baker (David Grayson).

When you shampoo, do you rub the suds + hair itself, thoroly (sic), as well as scalp? Necessary with us – the hair won’t come clean else. And next time I try waves will have the hair really wet. Shingles are coming in style again. Horrid weather here lately. All well + as usual. Drop us a line now + again. As ever. Moon

Moon's mother, Olive Sherwood Wands passed away on June 26, 1943 at the age of 91, and was buried beside her husband William Harrison Wands, who died in 1918, in the Collamer Cemetery.

Thurs. Eve. (Sept.17 ’43)

Dear Beezie:

We were glad to get your letter and sorry to hear of the terrific conditions. Why couldn’t the army lend the waitresses a tent. Did you get the card I sent to you at Haven? Your overalls were sent there, too. Take a look thru the mail.

Your corduroy articles I will send eventually. I do not plan to wash the blue corduroy dress all over. It would be too short if it shrunk. Seams are stitched 3 times each + I do not care to monkey with them either – matching thread would be needed to re-stitch. I will try to clean up the front with Energine, if that won’t do it, soapsuds, and you can have it re-cleaned, or at least steamed + pressed up there.

All is as usual hereabouts. Shrimp has had another dentist date + expects to be finished at the next, next Friday.

It has been learned that Andy died in a plane crash. Francis Robinson got hisself (sic) a motorcycle + is in the hospital quite smashed up.

Request: Find a girl to write to Red. He’s lonesome down in Texas. Object not matrimony, at all, just an obliging co-ed or two who would like to cheer a lonely soldier. Shrimp will send his address.

I have been moderately busy since you left, canning, etc. Made mustard pickles yesterday. I have sold quite a few glads. Shrimp took a bunch over on his bike today, (Reluctantly) I made a gorgeous basket for a funeral. Red, with a few darker accents on one side shading to salmon + flesh + a few spray of cream on the other, $1,00 tips.

The fellers are still working on the front wall, grading + filling, it is about done + looks great.

Shampoo recommended by C.U. for oily hair (sulphated alchols) Drene, Valene, Halo. Can be had in 10¢ size to try. They lather, but no soap to rinse out.

We got the rabbit out of the cellar by means of an 8-inch board slanted from his eating place, or near it, up to the east window, with succulent items of vegetation on it at intervals (clover leafs) He was beginning to get a little friendly + would peek out from behind the furnace when called. First he went half way up to board, at least half the clovers were removed. I set ‘em up again, and soon they were gone all the way up + so was Bunny.

Mac‘s foot is coming along good now. He gets quite lonesome + comes up to here quite a bit. Spike has moved to town.

Your Pop sends a clipping + says if things get too thick up there, come home. I’m glad you got yer green yarn. Things will settle down at least some-what, before long. I daresay. Excuse the awful writing. I will do better next time.

Sleepily,

Moon

Drop us a card now and again with a couple or so words on.

4:44 Shrimp forgot to get the milk. Up + out and after it. Quote: “This shouldn’t happen to a dog!”

Wed. Eve. (Joint letter from Moon and Pop)

Dear Beezie,

Your card came today and we are glad to hear that you are settled,

Also your check came today and is enclosed. We were getting a bit anxious about it. You can get it cashed at Administration. (I doubt that Syracuse stores will honor it, as here).

It was so cold Sun. and Mon night that we feared you would freeze before you got the blankets from the trunk.

Shrimp is out with Andy, who had his furlough extended until Friday.

Moon will write on the back side of the sheet.

You failed to take your laundry case. Ship first batch home in pkg, bale or box those wash clothes are probably your spares.

Congratulations on the rest-room job. Hang on to it. You can dish out as good a sob story as anybody’s + every word truth. Guess you do deserve a break at least to that extent.

We’re glad the check came. Do you remember the total of your summer earnings?

Everything is fine here – never more so. I am finishing off the canning + doing odd jobs, such as eradicating flies this P.M. I slept, + did nothing else all the would afternoon by accident. I’m going to use some of Fuller’s paint to mix the right color + fix the kicks in the dining room enamel – went after milk for H. tonight.

Our best,

From us

Clarence Moore home and barn, across the road from the Campbell's.

Sunday Evening (Oct 4 ’43)

Dear Beezie-

This comes to you inscribed with pencil, because the Shrimp took the family fountain pen, + I learn you have been told the news.

I did not write you before because he particularly wanted to break it to you himself - + I couldn’t be sure when he would write you a card, or when you would get it, as he had your old address. I tried to get your new one to him, but couldn’t. He expected to call Donlon’s from Elmira, + I was going to have them tell him, then, but he didn’t get time, but wrote us from Buffalo, saying he expected to go to Sampson Thursday. Must have spent two nights in Buffalo. We haven’t heard since, but likely will, soon. If his card didn’t reach you first, that would make a nice secret.

Due to the dentist, he nearly didn’t get in at all. 2 extractions were the last work - slated for Oct. 5^th but he went up Monday last to prospect + learned that Tue. Was the last day he could join, + he would have to get those teeth out first, too. So he went over to Doc. Harrigan, who called Dr. Maxwell in Sayre, because he gives gas, + Doc. H. said that would be better for the gums, and he got the teeth out, not much time to spare. He had to lay down with ice on – (ice cubes from Mrs. Smiley) + was non too comfortable. Doc. Harrigan also got up early + treated he gums for him the next morning, before he took the bus. (7 o’clock)

I was up to my ears in canning a bu. of overripe peaches when all this transpired + then that famous outfit of old clothes he wanted to wear so he could throw ‘em away were so dirty + so ragged I had to wash + mend them that evening so they would be at least respectable, tho few would have thought them so. The Old Blue Sweater went. It would have been perfect if the Old Corduroy Pants could have – but the Gas-Meter -Reading Pants had to be substituted + Wind-proof (?) Jacket, (he says he’ll save the zipper) and an old pair of sneakers. He went as he stood, no baggage, leaving unfinished business on all sides. He also leaved a great void. The place is a complete blank, now, with both of you gone.

Peggy has been up inquiring for his address. She would have liked to give him a farewell party, says she.

Hours are changed for us, at last, an hour later mornings will make a great difference, + Sat. afternoon a great difference also.

Dick Liddeard, the butcher, is doing business again.

Glady Wood + offspring have moved in where Johnny Parks lived. Carl is in the army.

How is Uncle Than’s portrait? (Nathaniel Pierce, Katie’s husband -ac)It ought to be delivered. You could take it to Lois apartment, maybe – or they could come + get it. I’ll report to them if you’ll inform me.

This week the leaves have colored up. Moore’s Maple is getting red, will be at its best soon. We have had rain, too, a lot. Too late to do much for anything, even the late glads, except trees, etc. + the water supply.

The canning is about done, but I expect to be busy cleaning the house, clearing up the yard + garden digging the glads, and finishing the path stairs. Work is beginning on fixing the oak tree.

Friday I made favors for the Old Folks Supper. I made plenty of extras expecting to have some for you and Shrimp – but individuals cabbaged ‘em.

Old Mrs. Burns has moved in with Stanley + Lina.

Must close – have to go after the milk. 1 qt. now. Glad you’ve got a nice room. Good luck.

Ever yours, Moon

P.S. A letter from Red has arrived.

Wed. A.M. (Oct. 14, '43)

Dear Beezie:

Not even the paper came today so I might as well put in time writing to kids, as I am sojourning in the kitchen due to heat situation. If it warms up, there are some out-door jobs to do. The last two evenings we burned poplar leaves in the garden, I having raked ‘em in the afternoons. Grass was green under the leaves, tho it was all dry when the fell, so now the back yard looks surprisingly fresh.

The pump has been up, overhauled, _+ returned, with the spout facing Burnses.

Moon and Pop at the pump. They did not get indoor plumbing until the '60's.

We had broccoli last Sunday, the first + perchance the only batch this year. A few tomatoes still linger.

I picked the apples Sat. P.M most of them, 4 bu. Or so. Extra nice this year. You seem to be doing all right, judging by your recent letter. You may as well send all your laundry home, now, if it would help. Better be pursuing Art, or even Pleasure, while the opportunity is at hand, than washing socks. With the Shrimp gone, washing is less here + your socks in the machine, wouldn’t be noticed. If fact, the capacity of it is such that I think to wash only every other week, during the winter, + will let you know the schedule so you can send your stuff accordingly. All of it could be handled easily. Rugs, curtains, spreads, quilts, go thru just like nuthin” The Shrimp’s room is being cleaned + ordered just now.

The super-paper-doll has been to Athens and made a terrific hit with the 6^th grade, I hear, + such. I have had similar adventures with fashion illustrations. I once considered a course being offered at Cooper’s Union – I think it was, in N.Y.C. + they didn’t like my fashion ill (ustrations - ac) at all. I guess they don’t care for well drawn figures, but want them more subordinated to the costuming – stick figures - + the proportions distorted in certain ways. I wouldn’t exactly want to get the habit – likely individuals who can’t draw a correct figure anyway can get the trick easier, having nothing to forget. I dunno – but yet I was always wondering if well drawn figures wouldn’t be acceptable, given the chance. Some are repulsively grotesque.

More power to the soldier portraits. What an opportunity! What do you do with those sketched in chapel? Are many doing this? Mr. Hazard recognized that one of Shrimp the Aunt has. Did you ever sign up for that map-making course? Bet your soldier portraits are just as good as those appearing in Life. No reason why you shouldn’t be doing captains, majors + generals, too. Also Sailors, which brings us to the Shrimp.

Did his card get to you first? I fear not. We got a letter from him yesterday. H has had a birth-day card shower, from what I’ve heard. Pop gives him $100. Same as you at age 18, He’s a big boy now. Seems to be doing O.K. Home, he says, for a week following Nov. 18. But maybe you are better informed than we.

Did you learn to jitter-bug in one lesion? Your activities are livelier than mine – of last week – one evening with Young Matrons at Mrs. Reynolds and one evening in Sayre at Mrs. Smiley’s. Class meeting – in connection with lettering the service roll. We had swell pumpkin pie, ice cream + coffee. Bryce Newman is on that honor roll. I saw his picture. Johnny Carmen now in Navy – has a rating. Marion + Dicky abiding together again – having agreed to agree.

I will learn of Lois’ address. You can call her. They might come to get it. It occurs to me that Cynthia might like to visit you on the Hill. You could extend the invitation, anyway. She will be staying in Syracuse, later.

Miss Fuller may be bad it’s worse in the Navy. I hear of ‘six of us having to stay in because we had dirty towels’. ‘Everything has to be just so.’ If the Navy, + Miss Fuller, instill orderliness in youse (sic) kids, I take off my hat to ‘em.

We pretty near have a new neighbor. Maybe. Either Stanley B. goes in the army, or supports his mother under his own roof. They installed her + she left in a terrific huff. I guess they mean to try again. The big insurance man is in, 1 leeney. (?-ac) Let me know if Red ever gets writ to.

How nice that you are in with a likeable gang.

Lovely, lovely, landscape here, too, going to waste.

I bought us a new fountain pen.

The other day I coasted out of the drive, on bike, right over the crossing, + all the way around the corner to in front of Dynamite Lantz’. Yesterday I pumped all up over hill, up drive, into barn. Proficient, hey?

Guess this will hold youse a while.

love, Moon

Sunday Eve. (Oct 25 ’43)

Dear Beezie:

‘Twas thoughtful of you to follow up card no. 1 with card no. 2. I feel with you on the rent situation, + just about as strongly. My Alma Mater is now a bunch of robbers. It’s outrageous. In your case, being a waitress + indispensable they ought particularly not to nick you - maybe the 5 of you could go over Miss Smith’s head.

I finally finished that Service Roll, a relief + now to do one for the community – not so much of a job – only 16 names. For free – for the other - $2,00 All I thought it merited.

A Halloween frolic takes place at the hall Fri. night + I, also Helen Duggan – have to think up stunts to amuse the dozens + dozens + dozens of kids. Cider + donuts.

Your father + I attended a supper at the Hall Friday night given by the U.C.T.U. to the parents of 4 boys in the service + the stars for them dedicated on the service flag.

The latest news. A man drilling for water up the river, near Smith’s yesterday afternoon, struck gas. No details as to kind or amount.

Big news. But really. The stone-steps stair-was down the hill to the oak tree is all finished. At last. It has been a making 10-12 years. Looks nice, really. Work on repairing the oak tree is proceeding, too. It is considerable of a job.

Stone wall along the road at the Campbell's house.

Dale Moore went to Elmira to join the Navy, + was rejected there because of his eyes.

The furnace is going today for the first + it feels good. I had been either out of doors, or inhabiting the kitchen. Jacky Moore had to do Shrimp’s job for us of getting up on the roof and uncapping the chimney.

I hope the complexion keeps in the clear, right along. Maybe the glands, etc. have finally got the trick + nicked right. I was wondering, after you left, if the trouble there could have been caused by peanuts, which are one of the supposed causers, + at home besides the usual liberal supply of peanut butter, we then had also likewise peanuts. I made a batch of peanut butter cookies + sent some to Shrimp – care to risk a few in your laundry bag? You forgot the socks, didntcha.

How goes the soldier portrait business? Did the one of George happen?

Well, enjoy yerself – and write.

love, Moon

Monday Evening (Nov.1? ’43)

Dear Beezie:

2 letters from the Shrimp today + one from Beezie. Shrimp’s missives were short, merely to report his return to Sampson where he is on K.P. duty cleaning grease traps, very unpleasant – a 6-hr. job. Liberty entirely restricted, + he can give no address so he can be written to. Gloom.

I really hope you broke down + enjoyed your-self at the formal. How was it?

Do as you like about $8.50 for a pin for the Tau Sigma Delta. I doubt if I ever paid anything like that for my Phi Kappa Phi key.

There’s no reason why you need to get a Christmas Vacation job – even if you could find one.

I seem to note in the missive quite a few names of your roommates. I feel for Bernie + the formal before she got it done – or at least lived through. Is all well?

Why don’t you give prints of that picture of you you consider good for Christmas? Of course I want one – but you can give it to your father for his gift. Aunt H might like one, too. + as for Shrimp, yes. He wants you for his pin-up girl. They can have one authentic photo, of sweet-heart or relatives. Can do? Shrimp’s pictures turned out goodish likenesses, but unflattering. Mrs. Smiley took some snap-shots, too + Red’s mother took him, too. Hope they’re all good.

Your adventure posing for illustrations was one of those things, all right. A devastating experience, indeed. Maddening.

Are you funny? As you note, your experience has not led you to suppose so – of course, occasionally, as who isn’t? Doris shows signs of the verge of hysteria. - why slap her? Why not sell tickets, or at least pass the hat- Often you are amusing – she has -maybe – been amused + it’s becoming a fixation or something – a state of mind. Twould seem catching perhaps. Let’s hope she’ll cool off during Christmas vacation.

How’s the portrait business – who’s the customer, + is it in oil, or did it fall thru? I hear Than is much admired. Miss Hergesheim (?) said she saw one you had at S.U. which she considered very fine.

Tue. A.M. early

Please excuse pencil + this awful scribbling. A better pencil. That other one was driving me crazy. You too, doubtless.

Alta Callear has twin girls. Your friend Marian Carmen has another offspring, making three.

Lucille Dunbar was out to Sunday School with the new baby + also the husband, Bill.

I am going to Sayre with Helen C. this A.M. – or else tomorrow, must get at this ironing, etc. We washed in the kitchen yesterday – the first time the Behemoth washer has been in the house – went off well.

How is the old clothes business in the Dean’s attic? I am running out of skirts + long sleeved sweaters.

I have given up rabbits + now go for skunks. First one was in the driveway at noon, very sick, + the school kids stoning it. I stopped that, put a tub over it to keep off the dogs, + gave it some bread + milk. It died, due to rat-poison, I believe. Next one Jack Moore came up + told me was in the front yard, also about done for due to its head being in a small mayonnaise jar, which I personally attempted to remove – but couldn’t budge it. Couldn’t wiggle it + was about to have Jack shoot it – but got a hammer, + put the tub over it, all but the head-+-jar, +Jack hit the jar one clean smack with the hammer + we picked up the tub, + there stood Mr. Skunk, giving us a long, long look. He than lowered his tail, turned + went groggily off. Under the front porch, that ‘s where to. One of the family, now. I like skunks. They’re duffers.

Yessir, we’ll be glad to have youse home here again. Plaid shirts in the 5x10 box. Why don’t you collect yourself some new music? I could use Fiesta cups + saucers, a few- this visit isn’t a must. Anything you need for you, get it. Write-

Love, Moon

I guess we’ll send you a spot of cash. Your figuring looks a little close - + kind of in-the-bushish.

Nov 4^th Thu. A.M. (’43)

Dear Beezie,

Surprise. A letter. In the mail came the missive I enclose.

Could you not take this at once to Iva M. Case and settle for $60? Ask her to send us another copy of the contract if she wants to (for $60) + we will sign.

If we need to do anything, let us know, promptly, and you can call up if speed is necessary , the mails are very slow, sometimes.

We could write answering this, of which I kept a copy, if you wish, + explain, politely + properly, of course, how your group is being charged and thus tell I.M.C. that said group were trying to protest what is considered exorbitant charges – if that would help, + it might, if you can’t get to pay the mere $60.

Write promptly + report, anyway.

Best wishes. I go now to town + mail this.

Yours ever,

Moon

P.S. Explain that we sent this letter along to you because we fixed you up with funds to take care of your expenses your self. I will not write Mrs. Case until or unless I hear from you saying to do so.

Nov, 11 1943

Dear Beezie,

We are off to celebrate Armistice Day but it is a heck of a day for celebrating as it has snowed, very wet, all the morning. Moon is bumping around upstairs and I am starting a letter to you.

In regard to money, I would suggest that you furnish us with some kind of an estimate of your needs up to the Christmas Vacation period.

The Skyrider was finally returned by Stub, without fanfare. Haven’t even got his bill, yet. But it works slick, better than when it was new.

But I did a couple of good strokes with the little old R.C.A. Do you remember that WIAC (radio station – ac), which we worked on, so hard, last Christmas. Well I pulled them through for 30 minutes solid on your little receiver, all in English, too. That should be good for another Porto Rican (sic) verification. Also, that very elusive WFCI of Pawtucket R.I. was caught, in the same way, at breakfast time, sign on. They verified by return mail. This shows what Elsa’s radio can do, but I would hate to do much DXing on it. For one thing, the florescent lights must first he turned out, which doesn’t work well at or near meal times.

. . And now, at 9 P.M., Moon lingers at the Young Matrons, eating doughnuts and drinking great quantities of cider. The Lord knows what shape she will be in, when she returns, but if she is able, she will add to this letter. (

(Switch from Pop’s to Moon’s handwriting - av)

Heh, I had to have a nights’ sleep.

That view of the 4 slumbering roommates hit my funny bones broadside. A mass-minded crew.

Glad you got the plaid dress. Yearn to see it.

Are you, as invited, going to Tully to see, “The Pirates of Penzance”? You are urged to do so. No-I won’t be up there for Thanksgiving. Seems unlikely. H may be home. About his coming to see you. I suspect those Navy boys hate to be seen around with their rooky boots.

Leonard was a blackhearted scoundrel. It’s the war. A lot of those boys, who haven’t been married long, wed in haste, or maybe reached a honey-moon-over stage, are now thrown with single fellows + pretty co-ed, all buzzing about each other + having fun, + they can’t resist trying for a share. They’re rather on a spot + ought not to be judged too harshly, probably – they may merely want a spot of friendly companionship but such a situation is always rather risky, with the best of intentions.

The kitchen floor is being painted. One more fell swoop – today, I hope. You’re better off with the 4 roommates.

I’d sure like to see that picture of you that you approve! Get some finished, nice big one – anyway.

I’ve located a piano arrangement of Flowers of the Forest! Peggy promised to play it for H. Hope it’s good.

lots of love, Moon

(Nov. 22 ’43)

Dear Beezie-

Sunday P.M. I see Shrimp has writ you a letter + I will do likewise, so as to send it with the same stamp + save money.

The Boyd-Campbell dinner (dumplings) is over + the dishes washed. The stag party Thu. Night was a success – a drinking party (cider). We old folks ate in the kitchen + the boys held forth by their selfs (sic)– loquaciously. Shrimp told fascinating tales of the Navy.

Shrimp went out, this P.M. with the boys. Now, we see the boys out without Shrimp. With whom is Shrimp? A certain blonde was just up inviting him for supper –

It was too bad that letter missed you. Your Pop addressed it correctly, he claims. He told, in it, about some nifty DXing done on Elsa’s radio (ever hear further of Elsa?) and said, estimate your money needs from now till Christmas. That letter will probably show up – it has returned here.

Durned if I can remember what I said except some comments on Leonard. Are you sure Leonard is married + nobody kidding? Those young married boys are up against it somewhat, associated perforce with swarms of single lads + cute co-eds, all having fun. A Situation. A boy smart enough to graduate from High School at 14 aught to know better than to sail under false colors.

Don’t hesitate to send home the laundry bag. Housecleaning all done now. I have lots of time to cope with socks – gosh! I just remembered – I forgot to include those you mentioned from your drawer. I will send ‘em up + also repair your fur mittens, right soon. This week I have a number of Navy articles to launder. Shall not attempt the family wash unless the weather clears – we have had the beatenest (sic) weather - washings hang on the line days + days – even a whole week, getting wetter. This has been the case time + again. Last week I dried mine in the house, finally.

Hughie cut off 3 fingers of his left hand at the first joint, I think they said. He was to be in the Crouse Irving (hospital - ac), a week, that would include Mon. + Tue. Maybe Wed. Lois was to get up + see you last week, too. I told ‘em Than was there. Says I – 5 girls in one room, no clothes press, everything under the beds, you’d better act. Guess they thought so, too. I thought Lois could get to see you easier, maybe than you to see her, having a car, sometimes. Did you Thanksgiving with them? It will be only a few weeks now till Christmas, and that goodly vacation.

I rejoice that you gave up the idea of getting stewed but am alarmed that your morals + character should depend on the frail thread of spacing of communications from home.

We are proud that you are elected to this honorary society – what is it? I was in one you know – Phi Kappa Phi.

The hens have begun to lay – eggs for the Shrimp, I suppose.

Didn’t make Sunday School this morning – just got around too late. Took too long at breakfast. Such gloomy weather never was_

The word from everybody is – too bad Beezie isn’t here. I wish you’d had some of that cider. We had one of those water-can full – gift of Hazel.

‘s all for now – Be good.

Love, Moon

Sat. 6:20 A.M. (Dec 4 ’43)

Dear Beezie:

This is my new writing paper from a new portfolio which I bought for 29¢ because it will be just what I want to keep clippings in.

Your goodly letter was well received, indeed + I will not wait till Sunday to answer it. There will be no writing to Shrimp this week end. He is on the move, and we won’t know where he went until he writes. He had heard rumors of Chicago. He passed that test of which you may have heard and appears to be in like for pre-radio =- exactly what he wanted.

While he was home Mrs. Smiley took some pictures of him, + some of them were about the best ever. I am getting some prints, but don’t know as they will get out before Christmas. It was a great pity he didn’t get a chance to come to Syracuse.

The fate of the apples, ha, when you come home I will try + get you all you can eat while here.

That was a grievous thing, about the evening gown – all that time effort + material + Bernie’s altruistic intent scotched. I think that person should at least pay for the material. I hope the girl got to the formal + had a good time. Twas good that you went and enjoyed yerself (sic)- in spite of your tiresome escort.

If you would really like it, I will get you that $6.50 per for a Christmas present.

I will never understand why, when you had a picture you liked you didn’t get a few printed. It is probably not too late, tho, too near the holidays for action just now. I have discovered a talented photographer in Waverly + when you are home we can have him do you + make one for Shrimp.

Tonight us folks go to the Young Matron’s Christmas party, a turkey supper at a place on Maple St. + believe it is Bobby Watkins mother who puts on these feeds. The trouble with these affairs is that the conversation runs ‘Did you get a deer’. ‘No, I heard so + so got one’. ‘Yes, A nice one. He got one last year, too’. ‘So and so got one’. ‘How about you – did you get one?’

Tuesday night I went to the movies with Gladys Wood, her mother + offspring. It was pleasant. Monty Wooley + Gracie Fields in ‘Holy Matrimony’. Claudia is coming. I will try to see it, maybe.

Stanley Burns has killed 3 of Lyle’s hens, for trespassing + more to come, by the looks of things.

Your Papa rose at 3:00 A.M. this morning + DXed. Conditions were so good he never went back to bed – just had himself a pure circus- his only regret being that he consisted of only one guy with one receiver.

Emerson showed sense + judgement, didn’t he? Knows where he’s well off. (that is one of the “Emerson” dolls made by Moon-ac)

Well- only one sheet per envelope, so-

Love, Moon

Read it wrong. It’s 24 envelopes - 42 sheets. Must do different sometime.

Pop's tall antenna, which allowed him to pull in radio stations from far away.

Note from Pop:

Dear Miss Beezie,

How are you getting along with your Espanol?

I have one or two Spicks (Mexican) that I would like to log with your aid.

Pop

(I never heard him use that racial slur myself, but imagine it was in common usage at the time, though he felt a need to put Mexican in parentheses – ac)

Heard some of the swellest numbers, on the WDLP DX Tuesday A.M.

“Ain’t No Use to Worry Anymore”’

“Dog House Polka”

“Behind Those Swinging Doors”

“Big Bad Canoe”