September 30, 1967–Bryn Mawr College

12:15 A.M. Sept. 30

Dearest Momsette,

I just came up from the basement to hang my washed clothes done by our washing machine. The clothes do not at all look as white or neat as when washed by Remy. The collar still looks brownish but that is all right. Anyway Miss Machine only did it for 40 minutes or by 25 cents which I dropped unwillingly into her slot. All along I then took my midnight bath. Our basement is cozy, full of good furniture, a tv, a phono player, a piano, a refrigerator replenished with free fresh milk that the Pres. of the College has donated (with fruits) to the graduate residents. Graduate students here are well taken care of.

As I said our basement is cozy. But I really have yet had no time to recreate in it. There is so much work to do. For instance tonight I returned from the Psych. Lib. at 11:15 P.M. I really can get a key to it and stay there to read beyond closing time at 10:00 P.M. if I want to, but I worry a little about the way back–it is like a portion of Sherwood Forest. I was told a rascal once in a while was there to waylay passersby. In fact last week an undergraduate was reported molested somewhere there. If not for a little fear that I might chance an accident which would be tragic for my darling and kids, I would always stay at the Psych. Lib. or at my reading carrel on the 4th floor of Dalton Hall until 2 or 3 a.m. I am not certainly afraid to be alone or walk by myself on that Sherwood forest. But I am a bit afraid of violent rascals.

Speaking of washing machines, I think we must try to buy you one (One costs about $120.) I hope I will have enough money to provide my beloved wife the gadgets available. If only to express an affection materially.

After my dinner this evening while I was preparing to go to the Lib., Dr. Gonzalez called me up to invite me to a dinner at their house Saturday night at 7:00 p.m. I could not help but accept the invitation. He is my academic adviser. Besides, I have been advised not to turn down dinner invitations from my professors. I think when you finally come we must pay these invitations in like way.

O yes, I now almost look like a Beatle. My hair has not been cut. I have no time and I am decided to buy a comb to tend my bushy stiff hair. I will just have my real cut when I go back to Diliman. [?–ethel] Can you imagine me now? Handsomer?! than your Elvis. After all I am courting you again. So I must look irresistible.

How are you? My kids and Inay? Give them my kisses and regards. Did you say your last exam was easy? But do not study too much. Find time to write once in 2 days. You don’t have to say much.

Seriously speaking, look to your health. Try to maintain your youth and elan vital for me. I dread to think that someday we will both be old for any anything that can spark life when it is getting dull as my life had been dull before Nov. 1961. So my momsette try to preserve your fire. I can’t forget a certain profile of your legs I saw at the center [Listening Center–Ethel]. They gave you your edge. I swoon.

Write me. Even while delivering yourself from Buchucoy.

I love my momsette

—-fgdavid

Regards to Inay.