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May 1, 1950
Dear Journal,
I took Dottie home to be my wife last week. As we celebrated both of our eighteenth births this year, her parents gave us the okay for us to be wed. We will finish our senior years here in the next month, but for now, she gets to live in my home and be my wife. Over the last few months we have done some upkeep on the house. We removed the fireplaces in the first floor and switched it all over to radiator heating,as well as putting new siding on the house, and giving my and Shirley’s rooms, and the living room, some paint and carpeting. We even bought our first television set! Grandmother thinks its so odd to sit around the television instead of a fire, but I have told her the world is a different place now than the world in which she was born.
Grandmother is starting to show her age, her hair is completely grey, and she looks somewhat stout. I hope that she manages to hang on long enough to meet my and Dottie’s children, or to see Shirley wed.
The catnip we have grown around the house came in quite well this spring, you should just see the look on Dilbert’s face as he rolls around in it. He is such a precious old man, I cannot believe he is still hanging on for so long. Despite the joy in my life dearest journal, I am still plagued with theser constant thoughts of death. What if I am to meet the same fate as my father? My grandmother says that when the great war ended, they could never have imagined that another world war would follow so shortly. Is that to be my fate as well journal? And so I drink, because I must be present for my new family. Dottie and I will begin having children soon and I must push these thoughts and feelings down and be happy for her and for them when they come along. You are the only one I can speak these words to. Jack
