December 15, 1968. Fort Bragg, North Carolina.
Hi Beautiful!
Sorry I haven’t written for several days, but I’ve been running around trying to get my Christmas shopping done, and I finally did it. Hope I can get them mailed tomorrow, and I hope they will get there in time. It may get pretty close now. I just hope yours gets there in time.
Clay had CQ the other night and he ransacked the Major’s desk. He found copies of our sp5 orders, and it looks like I’m definitely going to get it. They’ve gone up to division for final approval and we should get them before too long (I hope). They’re supposedly backdated to December 1, which would mean more money before I came home which would be real nice.
I’m getting kind of worried about what our money situation will be while I’m home. I haven’t been able to save much this month because of Christmas. And just next months pay plus a partial pay I’m going to get will still leave us pretty tight. The savings bonds I have at home will help, but a honeymoon and renting a room at the Sawnee will still cut it pretty close. Why don’t you check and see what a room for two weeks will run? That will give me some idea of what to expect. Also, I’m checking into getting a ride with a guy who lives in Minneapolis. It would take longer to get home but would save a lot of dough.
I’m glad my folks seem to have come around to our side. I’m surprised Brian acted the way he did though. I can’t believe he was being serious. You must’ve caught him at a bad time or something. That’s all I can figure. He’s always thought you were the greatest, and I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt you.
Honey, do you realize that in a little over a one month we will be man and wife forever? That’s a long time, but I wish it were longer. I hope you talked your mom out of that second reception because I don’t want us to be too pooped to enjoy our wedding night. Won’t it be wonderful to be able to make love whenever we feel like it? And then go to sleep with you in my arms every night. And that’s not very far off. I love you Reet.
All my love,
Jeff
PS. Sorry this is so short but it’s my last sheet of paper.
“The evil men do lives after them. The good is oft interred with their bones,” – Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene ii-
It’s a bummer that Brian only gets mentioned occasionally and then when he gets more than a single sentence it’s about when he was less than polite. In the many years that I’ve known him the worst thing that he’s done that I can personally attest to is his indoctrination of all his nieces and nephews, brainwashing them so that they never refer to him as simply Brian, but always as their “favorite uncle Brian.” And though it is very possible he would have earned the title fair and square, he ambushed us when we were young and impressionable, swindling it out from under all of our other uncles, making certain that it would be forever applicable only to him
Diabolical.
The Sawnee was a hotel in downtown Brookings until the mid-70s. Mom and dad stayed were thinking about staying there after the wedding as, naturally, they weren’t too keen on staying with one of their parents in town after the wedding. The building is still standing today and houses a number of businesses. Recently the Brookings Historic Preservation Commission had a meeting to discuss putting the hotel on the national register of historic places, and they recorded quite an extensive history of the building, which you can find here (pdf).
Ethan
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May 18, 2009 at 11:56 pm
Rita
OMG!! We didn’t stay at the Sawnee, now that I see that picture. I guess, I don’t remember the name. Maybe, someone can remember, it was on Main Street, south of the tracks. Anyone?
May 18, 2009 at 11:57 pm
Rita
Oh, and he is your only uncle Brian, so it was easy to be “your favorite Uncle Brian”, but I never pointed that part out to you. Sorry.
May 19, 2009 at 7:41 am
Ethan
Maybe you were just looking into the Sawnee and ended up somewhere else. We’ll find out when we get to that letter…
…and I’m completely ashamed that I never thought of the fact that he was our *only* uncle Brian. That’s how brainwashed he has us. I’m still sitting here in shock.
May 19, 2009 at 6:45 pm
Brian (the infamous)
Boy, I don’t know what I did but …. I AM REALLY SORRY! And I did (and do) really like Rita – I looked up to her , probably ‘cuz she was (is) an older woman! Ha!
And Rita, does the Melody or Melinda ring a bell? Seems it was yellow (faded) around that time.
Now it is an equipment rental place, just south of the tracks on the west, kitty-korner from Southside Park.
And Ethan, good to know Favorite Uncle Gilman started such a great tradition. I seem to remember you saying you are working that angle with your nieces?!?
May 19, 2009 at 7:24 pm
Ethan
I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.
May 20, 2009 at 1:12 pm
Kathy
Brian didn’t even get to start indoctrinating me until I was at least 25 and he quickly became “favorite uncle Brian”. Amazing!
On an unrelated note, I love how much effort he put into the Christmas gifts, particularly the one for his wife to be. I hope we get to find out what it was at some point!
May 21, 2009 at 11:58 am
Rita
OK…it was the Melinda.
And, I can’t remember what he gave me for Christmas, I will be interested in “remembering” too.
May 21, 2009 at 12:09 pm
Brenda
It was the Melinda Motel I believe. Brian – you have the description down to a tee and I think that’s what it went by back then.