Undated letter, later hand-delivered
Written Saturday, December 10, 1949
46 West 83rd Street, Apt. 7B
New York City
This will be a short letter as I am too gloomy to write. I just got your nice letter and even that failed to cheer me up. I’m about to lose reason, grab the paper, and tear it to shreds. I can’t stand this room any longer. As soon as I finish this I’m getting out – anywhere! God knows what I’ll do! I sure am in a terrible mood, aren’t I? I didn’t realize it was that bad.
It is now 9:30 p.m. I feel much better as you might guess. Shirl says I look happy sitting here – which isn’t too unusual when I’m writing to you.
We went shopping this afternoon. Shirl bought a new skirt, blouse and hat.
Then we walked across Central Park to the
to see Van Gogh’s work. The fresh air revived me. At the Met, I saw Roman statues, an Indian temple, Indian jewelry, Chinese vases, knight’s armor, and Metropolitan Museum
oh – everything was wonderful! I could have wandered there for ages – not studying things closely but wandering around and stopping at things that caught my eye.
Oh yes. Van Gogh. I don’t know. I looked at 95 of his pictures and I still don’t know whether I like his work or not. At the risk of sounding old fashioned and very non-sophisticated, I don’t think I did. However, I enjoyed looking.
When the museum closed down at 5, we went to the movies – saw “All the King’s Men” – a
Vincent Van Gogh.
very good movie. Now I am home and happy.
Tomorrow, I’m planning to go out again. This time to the
of Natural History. American Museum
I must be a very musty character, liking museums like this.
I’m going to miss you tomorrow. Even the
isn’t as nice as you. Museum of Natural History
All my love,
(Tomorrow night – a surprise visit.)
© 2010 Lee Price