At the Beach Again

From letter dated March 13, 1958

We just have had a lovely visit from Becky—Bucher’s youngest sister. She’s wonderful company and we loved it, of course.

And right now we have a most unwelcome guest—the chicken pox. Carli broke out Sunday after carefully exposing the entire church school. She felt pretty sick at first, but is bouncing back now, though she looks ghastly.

Alex is frantic to get them now, not that he wants to suffer, but he’s green at the idea of Carli’s watching our new TV all day long. He’s sure to have them soon, as I assure him daily when he wakes up claiming to be much too sick to go to school.

 

With Carli sick, the bathrobe situation got desperate, so let me tell you what I did. That robe of Grandma’s, which my Uncle Frank send me last fall, really didn’t fit me. I wore it twice and it was a little too tight through the shoulders and arms to be comfortable. So I cut it up, reversed the material so that the white side with lavender print was showing, and then trimmed collar and front with eyelet embroidery. (I keep my sewing machine set up all the time in my room because that is one of my favorite activities.) I styled it slightly differently for Carli—letting it button up to the throat instead of having the shawl collar, since it is a little warmer that way.

Now Carli has a precious new robe. The cord belt is perfect, and it is very sweet on her. I think Grandma Van Brunt would be pleased at having one of her great-granddaughters wearing her robe.