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[[underlined]] To Willie, December 1, 1926[[/underlined]]: Thank you for sending me the information on wedding etiquette; I have read it and think it answers about all my questions......I have two actual apartment propositions on deck now and am debating what to do about them. (The letter then goes into a long description of both the West 10th and West 9th apartments including a sketch of both which is attached. I say the following about the people in the West 10th development) Regarding people who have lived out there -- the Macloskies, who have a lovely new home up in Chestnut Hill now, and where I go occasionally. Mr. M. is one of the head engineers in the Air Brake Engineering Dept. The Benedicts lived there when they were first married. Mrs. Benedict is the daughter of Mrs. Armstrong who goes to our church and is a very wealthy lady I judge since she winters in California and drives Franklins and Baker Electrics both. There is a young engineer named Cain, an Englishman, who recently married "one of the wealthiest girls in Schenectady," so I am told, who lives out there.

Erie, Pa.,
Thursday, December 2, 1926.

Went to the church supper tonight. Lenore was waiting on table and served me and later, Mrs. Sterrett, who had charge, sat with me and ate her supper, and later still Lenore herself. After supper, having no plans, I took Lenore home while Mrs. Sterrett followed with the Feidlers. At the house, Lenore and I had a long talk about Warren and I made my first effort to dissuade her from going, urging her to go to college instead and take arts or continue her music. But no amount of persuasion or disuasion seems to affect her; apparently her mind is made up. Can it be she wants to go to Warren because her brother is there?

Erie, Pa.,
Friday, December 3, 1926

They had a dance tonight in connection with the church fair, so Bob Clingerman and I took Lenore and Frances Mertens and had a real jolly time. I met Lenore at the Mertens and before leaving for the church, we had to have a little music. So Lenore played Schubert's Serenade and then Barcarolle from Tales of Hoffman -- "Belle Nuit, O Nuit d'Amour," and Frances sang it. What could be much lovelier?...... I have written to Rog Casler to ask him to be my best man; that was ten days ago and I haven't heard from him yet. I can't quite understand him unless he hasn't received the letter for some reason. Plans for the wedding are progressing and Willie and I shall be in Erie together almost before we know it. Our life, our new life, is going to be a thing most wonderful and most good. I want to make it perfect in every way -- in love, in harmony, and sympathy and reverence and understanding.