Friday 11.30- 19^th

[added later in LP's handwriting: Nov. 1937 ]

Dear sweet Paddy:

This afternoon I took my brood and called on the Crellins. They were pleased and couldn't say enough about how nice, clean, etc. they children were. The children were just perfect too and we had a nice time. They served grape juice and cookies which the Itzies [?] enjoyed. Margaret Laing asked me to go to dinner (Athenium) and to the play tonight but Lola is out having remained in yesterday and I didn't have the energy to find someone else and I thought of leaving the children with Linus but decided against that.

Chester and Margaret came this evening. We had a lot of fun. I went at 10.30 to the Athletic Club and had a whiskey sour! They send you their love and want me to tell you that they have certainly missed the crepe suzettes. Chester said as much as he loved me he loved the Suzettes more. Mr. Crellin said to tell you how he missed you and how proud he is of you. Mrs. Crellin, too, said she missed you.

My, my, you are a wonder to get so much done in a day. You are working too hard though and

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you mustn't. Why do you go back up at night? I realize that you have a good opportunity then for uninterrupted labor but it isn't good for you to sit such long hours.

It is good that you will have a good rest at Christmas time. You must take the fast train since the slow one which stops at every station would be too nerve racking I'm afraid.

Sigrid Ward came over this morning. We had a good talk. She doesn't look young any more and has quite a bad complexion. I wonder why. Perhaps she doesn't eat properly. She asked me to Sunday breakfast, but I refused since I didn't want to leave the children on Sunday. Our Thanksgiving plans are still unmade. Coryell's getting married rather spoils things.

Good-night sweet darling. I love you very, very much.

Your girl, Ava Helen

Friday, 11 PM.

Dearest sweet little wife:

Today it has been snowing! The weather had been good, with only a bit of rain, until recently - it has been cold, however, down near freezing for some time. I mentioned in last night's letter that it had begun to snow, and this morning the inch of snow was still on the ground. I slept well - the Carpenters' bed was good, as is indeed the Telluride bed. I got up at 8, had breakfast with the C's (Roman meal with dates in it, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee) and started for Ithaca at 9. It was clear, and the landscape, part green and part white, was beautiful. Along near Ovid I ran through a light snowstorm for some miles. Back in Ithaca I put my bag in my room and came to the Lab, getting yesterday's letter from you, which I liked - none came this afternoon, the first afternoon missed for a week, but There'll be one tomorrow morning, and then I must wait over Sunday. Dwight told me that Stock asked at W. Straight, where he was staying, for mail on Sunday, and when told that none was delivered said "But I am the Herr Professor". After that he was given mail on Sunday - part of Saturday's held over.

I have written a bit - perhaps 15 pages - today. I have a callous on my little finger (where it rubs the paper) from having written so much.

The big envelope you sent had been opened & was stamped "contains first class material - 6¢ due".) I forgot to tell you that before.

At noon I went to lunch with Dean Ogden, who asked about the Dep't and about possible men. I said Mack was better than Johnston, but neither first-class. Then I returned to the Lab and wrote some more, talked with a student or two, had tea, wrote, went to Telluride for dinner, walked back (the paths are free from snow; so far I have got only a thin layer on coat and hat) and wrote a bit more, with Jack looking up some references for me in the library. I feel rather tired and am going to be earlier than usual tonight, although I'm afraid I won't go to sleep. I have trouble in getting to sleep without my little love with me. I hope you always stay with me after this. I don't want to come back here again. I am to get up early in the morning to get Landsteiner from the train - the one we came on. I got the key to the English car, which I planned to pick up in the morning in front of their house, and then they let it be locked in the court! I'll use Pace's little car instead.

I'm glad you like seeing real estate with Mr Castleman, and that you had a good dinner, and that Mrs Bates was pleased that you are to go with her (or did you go yesterday), and that your cold didn't develop.

I wish I were back with you. I'm going to stay in Pasadena after this. It hasn't been any fun here, except when you were here at first, and you and I could have more fun somewhere else. We live a fine life with our dear little children in Pasadena, and I think that we should enjoy it. Everyone here who has been West wishes that he could return.

I am putting some new ideas in the book, which I hope are correct. There is still much to be written, but I am pretty well satisfied with my progress. Chapter II is being typed, III is about half written, and some other sections are written. I'll rest from writing when I get back with you - and try something that one doesn't tire of.

I love you, my own dear Ava Helen, with every bit of me. Life doesn't mean anything while you are away - I live in a sort of daze, with nothing worth while. The only thing I can stand to do is to work. I think that you should stay with your own

Paddy.