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Friday, January 1, 1965
281 Harvard street My dear Catherine, Two days off is a perfect opportunity to get my correspondence up to date. Mostly, it is time to convey the wishes of the season. What are you doing? What are you thinking? I often ask myself these questions. Since you do not wish to write, I will respect your peace. One day you will be able to understand that, as a small child until the point where it was time for you to stay in France, you had everything you required. More than Jerome has at present since I now work during the daytime, instead of the evenings. Which also means that Jerome's tender infancy is sacrificed. One day you will understand. Mother Superior tells me you are studying well. This is comforting. You are also continuing dance and piano lessons. I hope you are trying your best. When you grow older, it will be a great satisfaction to be able to play for your simple pleasure; even if it is not at a very high level. Unfortunately, I do not know how you are progressing. For your birthday, I wanted to send you a useful gift, chosen according to my tastes. Unfortunately, I do not know what happened with the Printemps department store: I received a letter later stating that it was impossible. I will write to them as soon as possible and you will receive your birthday and Christmas presents at the same time. I left a sum of money with the Printemps; maybe it would be wise if you could tell me what you need, what would be useful. Again, I cannot be extravagant this year. One day, things may be better for all of us. Your hard work at school pleases me a lot. Jerome is quite cute, but as an intelligent child, he gives me more trouble than you ever did. You know how to obey; he is like his father, brilliant and determined. If you liked dancing right away, he is crazy about music. This year I brought him to three concerts and to the Leningrad ballet, which came to Boston. His attention, for a three year-old child, is impressive. Then again, both his father and I love music. Maybe he will follow in the footsteps of his father's family. It is a nation that produced good musicians. Catherine, I hope you will write me, maybe ... ? Love and kisses Mom |