VICTOR BORGE ~ I'M IN A HERTZ AD ~ NO SMOKING?

August 31, 1963

Dear Mother,

     I had a date with Bernie last night and we saw Victor Borge at Starlight Theater. I wore the black dress I bought at I. Magnum in SFO. Bernie is so nice. He brought me a jar of his mother's home made grape jelly, and a single white rose. That's the first boy that ever brought me flowers on a date.                                                 

September 2, 1963

Dear Mother, 

     My trip was routine except for a substitute of equipment: a Boeing 707 for our Convair 880 out of SFO to ABQ. I hadn't been on a 707 since January and felt like I was working for a different airline. They sure are spacious compared to the Convair. We kept it the next day until we got to LAX and then we got a Convair again.

     A funny thing happened in LAX. While we were preparing the aircraft for passengers, we saw all kinds of men with movie cameras on the ramp. One of the men climbed up the steps outside the Jet-Way to chat with us. They were filming a commercial for Hertz and had filmed our airplane being directed and parking into the ramp. So, when you see that commercial on T.V. you can say, "Tishie was on that plane." Boy, I'm bound to get discovered sooner or later!

September 11, 1963 

Dear Mother,

    On Saturday, some girl dropped the axle of her car and the whole front fell to the ground on the street in front of our apartment. She asked to use our phone to call someone to come get her and they just left the car there, It was on the hill and a curve and we were sure someone would crash into it. I was gone all day Sunday and when I came home at 6:00 there was a policeman sitting at our kitchen table. He had found the car and had it towed away. Anna had been out front washing her car and this policeman got friendly and so she invited him in for coffee. He came back after he got off work and stayed for dinner and didn't leave until 8:00. We all played cards after that.

     My supervisor called today and asked me to do some publicity work on Sunday. Its for a Restaurant deal at the Municipal Auditorium from 2 to 8.We pass out samples of bread and wear some type of pinafore. The good deal is I get paid $25! (Yes, that would be $4 an hour.)

P.S. My "no smoking" is going along fine for me. I know it is time for to stop the Pall Malls. Besides they have gone up to 35 cents a pack. Isn't that ridiculous?

The Journey Continues

July 22, 2016

Letters to My Mother....the journey continues

What took me so long? I do not have the answer. Thankfully, the "spark" hit me again and I know I must finish. I owe it to myself and I owe it to my mother who saved every letter.

My Mother, Ardelle Elizabeth Cosley Rellihan, was a remarkable woman. Not only was she a mother of three daughters, she was a successful business woman in an era of "housewives". Forced to work when she was widowed at the age of 39, she raised her girls by herself. Fiercely independent, we grew up in the shadow of a woman who did it all. She worked hard and her hard work paid off with several promotions. She taught us, through her example of hard work, how to be successful in our own right.

It wasn't all work and no play for Ardelle. Even though she was at her office six days a week, she always made time for family fun and vacations. We celebrated every special event: birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, Graduations, in grand style. She taught us the importance of entertaining with warm hospitality, a gift which she inherited from the Cosley family. Her attention to detail in her table settings, with candles and flowers are just one example.

Other examples of her influence on us were: a meal was never served without a table cloth or place mat. A celebration was never celebrated without a cake. A Sunday was never a Sunday without church. A Saturday was never a Saturday without her girls cleaning the house. A night never ended without kisses and hugs.

We were taught to have respect for ourselves and for others. Through her example and great personal style, we learned the importance of dressing well and looking our best. She would be proud. My two older sisters defy their ages of 80 and 80+. They are the epitome of aging gracefully, just as our mother did until the day of her passing at the age of 90...with hot pink nail polish on her toes.

So, let's take off again. Let's continue the journey. The road is long and takes us many places, and, as we know, "It's not about the destination....it's about the journey to get there".

AUGUST HEAT ~ BOBBY RYDELL & JOEY BISHOP ~ FLYING A JET ~ IS THERE SMOKE IN THE CABIN?

So many of my letters begin with "I went to mass today".....I certainly was a "church going" girl. I even went with some of my boyfriends. Those were the days when we believed if we missed mass, and got in a horrible accident and died, we would go to hell. I guess I also thought I would go to hell if I "necked" too much with a boy...........Oh, those days of yore..............

August 27, 1963

Dear Mother,
     I didn't go out on flight Sunday. I had terrible cramps. I went to 11:30 mass and didn't eat because I wanted to go to communion. (If we ate after midnight, we couldn't receive the Eucharist.) It was about 96 degrees in Kansas City and the church was so hot, I had to get up in the middle of the sermon and go outside. (No a/c in most churches in 1963.) I was afraid I was going to faint. I felt pretty lousy the rest of the day from the heat and cramps, so I went off schedule. That's the first time I went off for that reason.
     I went back on schedule Monday morning and I'm flying with a girl who is #3 in seniority in K.C. and she's very nice. The other girl has been flying 6 years and my flying partner is on reserve and has been flying 4 months. She's good for a new one too.
      We had Bobby Rydell on flight. He's a rock & roll singer and was in the movie "Bye Bye Birdie". Flying on a jet is sure different from the connie. This is my first flight coast to coast (LAX to IDL- Idlewild in NY - before JFK). on a Boeing 707. We only have 30 people in coach. What a joy it is to work a flight like this. It's been real smooth all the way. Up front they have Royal Ambassador service, which I'm not qualified for yet, and had never seen. It's fantastic!!! They use a cart to set the tables, and the china is white with a red stripe and "R/A" on it. You wouldn't believe it! The captain announced when we went over the Grand Canyon, and then the wheat fields over Kansas - there's big circles in them - that's how they irrigate. Flying like this is so different, I don't believe it. I even got to talk to almost everybody. How interesting to hear about their travels, family and such. Now this is what this job is all about! We layover in N.Y. for 17 hours and we're going to try to go to a Broadway play. By the way, I am writing this as everyone is either sleeping or reading and I don't want to disturb them by "aisle talking" - I already did my "talk to the passenger duty".
     I am so looking forward to next spring. (Transferring to International Flying out of NY) Even if Helen doesn't go, I'm going to. I had a French woman on our flight to NY who couldn't speak English. I was so proud of myself when I could tell her what time it was in French. She was pleased too.
         Love, Tish


September 4, 1963

Dear Mother,
     What a trip! Besides the man who was deathly ill, other things happened. I had Joey Bishop on flight from LAS to LA. They didn't even know he was going to be on because no one told us. I didn't recognize him until I was passing gum and candy and he said "No thank you." Then I could tell by his voice. I looked at him several times before I talked to him. Then I said, "Aren't you Joey Bishop?", and he took off his glasses and said "It is I". He was very nice. I asked him if he was going to be on the Jack Parr show soon, and he said no because the sponsor wouldn't let him. Mmmm....wonder what that's about?
    Then we had a little scare from LAX to ORD. After take off and the seat belt sign was off, there was a loud bang that sounded like it came from the cargo compartment. I was working the back, and the girl up front came back and said the cockpit door flew open and they asked if there was any smoke in the cabin. Then later, before we landed, one of the girls was in the cockpit and the F/O said maybe we blew a tire and asked the Engineer how much fuel we had. She left the cockpit with her heart pounding after hearing all this, and came back and told us. The girl I was working with and I started reviewing the emergency procedures in our book. She wanted to check the slide by the galley door, and pulled it out too far. The pin snapped and the slide started coming out! Well, I almost died. The little hole the pin goes into is so small - and we had to stuff it back in....somehow! Well, we got it in, but then we weren't sure it would even inflate if we did have an evacuation!  So I had to tell the engineer to have it repacked in ORD, which caused a delay! I was so embarrassed, but the dumb girl didn't want to be the one to tell them. I told that girl not to pull it out too far, but she wanted to see the whole thing. Stupid! To top it off, she had broken some glasses and all the tiny pieces still were on the floor, so when I was kneeling on the floor trying to get the slide in, and she was just standing there saying "oh no, oh no!", I ran both of my stockings and they were my last pair. Each run was about an inch wide. I don't want to fly with that girl again.
     Well, I am so glad I am over that Ken Boyle. I never will hook up with a motorcycle cop as long as I live. I just have to be sure I don't make any more illegal U-turns - ha ha. I talked to Larry today (Ken's best buddy) and he said Ken has moved. You'll probably have a fit - he moved out to a horse farm out at Swope Park. Larry said it's getting so bad, he comes to work with horse shit on his boots. I really laughed. Larry can make things sound so funny. He said at least he's occupied and he hasn't gone out with a girl once since our break-up.
     Ron called me last Sat. and we talked. It seems like he took the hint of me not enjoying necking very much. (What???? and I'm telling my mother this????) He asked me if I was mad at him, so I went into explanation of how I am, etc. (This is hilarious to me.) I told him I wasn't "that kind of girl", and I got the same statement I've always had before in return. He said there weren't many girls like that, etc. I'm beginning to think this is a line as there certainly must be plenty more. (I'm shaking my head as I type this as I can hardly remember "that girl" who was 21 going on 22 years old.)
     Love, Tish

HAWAII ~ MY FIRST AIRLINE VACATION

Honolulu - April 21, 1963
Hilton Hawaiian Village

Dear Mother,
Well, we made it. Last night we still couldn't believe it. Now that we're up and see the sun, ocean and palms, we believe it. Our flight over was fabulous. Pan Am's pursers were great to us. Gave us two free drinks, first class menu, glasses and kidded around a lot. We are in a beach house. Our room is like a tea house with sliding doors onto a porch from which we can see the ocean. Jan and I are beside ourselves with excitement. Spent a lot of time on the beach today. Jan got burned, but I'm turning black. Met a real native named Ike. - he's a beach boy - and he brought us some pork from the luau the hotel was having. Wish you could See it here - it's so beautiful.

April 23, 1963
Dear Mother,
Our purser friend from Pan Am called and we had breakfast with him and then went shopping at Waikiki. I bought my first mumu - Suzy Wong type. I sat on the beach next to Lloyd Bridges, star of "Sea Hunt" he was with his wife and two darling little boys and a daughter. (The little boys, of course, were Beau and Jeff Bridges!)

April 24, 1963

Dear Mother,
We're at the airport waiting to go to Kauai on Hawaiian Airlines. Last night we had a lizard in our room - only about 3" long, but we were petrified. Finally called the desk and they sent up a boy with a broom. It was hysterical. He was afraid of it too and stood on a chair. We about split our sides laughing.

April 26, 1963

Dear Mother,
We're going back to HNL today. We met a couple from SFO by the pool and got acquainted. They invited us to tour the island with them yesterday. They rented a car and we had so much fun. They were really nice to us - been married 12 years - no children. We enjoyed our day very much. Picked wild flowers, saw caves and beaches that were impossible to describe. At one place we took a long narrow walk through a "rain forest" and there was a cave with ferns draping over it like a curtain and a native sang the Hawaiian Wedding Song. I'll never forget this as long as I live.

April 28, 1963

Dear Mother,
Saw Joan Crawford  today in the lobby. Wonder who she was with? Yesterday I tripped on a rock by a palm tree here at the hotel. It really hurt my little toe - so much in fact, that I went to the hotel doctor and he said I fractured it. So I have all 4 of my toes on my right foot wrapped in tape and I limp. This cost me $10.00 which is worse. I don't know why TWA didn't teach me to be a little more graceful.

April 29, 1963

Dear Mother,
We were awakened by hotel security today. He had to check up on my little accident. He had to have the whole story. They said it wasn't broken, just torn ligaments, or something like that. I had to sign two papers and settled for a check for $25. So, I made $15 richer! Yippee! (Read the next letter for the bad news!)

May 4, 1963

Dear Mother,
Well I could hardly stand to have my heels on to get home from HNL the pain in my toe is still so bad. Didn't notice it was that bad until I tried to put on shoes. It still hurt a lot after I got home so I went to the TWA doctor and they x-rayed it and it is broken in two places. I had to go off schedule and can't work for about two weeks or more because I cannot wear shoes!  Also, I don't have any sick time saved so I am loosing so much money. I can't believe I signed that paper with the Hilton Hotel. I could have been compensated for all this, but they told me it wasn't broken and I signed the papers. I will never do anything like that again without having an x-ray. Now I will be broke again. Oh well, that's a lesson learned.

1963 ~ BOMB IN A BRIEFCASE? ` BOWLING BY DESI'S ` BUSHELS OF ORANGES AND GRAPEFRUITS LEFT BEHIND?

February 25, 1963

Dear Mother,

Our flight was routine except we had a little excitement before we took off. One of the last men to get on the plane went back to the lav with a briefcase. He stayed in there a few minutes and then came out. I was the only one who saw him and told Diane. (She was my roommate and there were just two of us on this plane.) The door had just shut so Diane went up to tell the captain. They already started the engines, and immediately the flight engineer came back and searched all the containers in the lav. Then they shut off the engines, pushed the stairs back up and three agents came on and searched the lav inside and out. I was the first one to go in there right after the man came out and I was sure I smelled liquor. But later, there wasn't any smell and the agents left and they shut the door. The man stopped Dianne and said he had important papers in his brief case and had to keep it with him at all times. He said that one other time he went in the lav with his brief case and the same thing happened.  Later, he stopped Diane again and said he took his "important papers" out and put them in his pocket. Can you imagine? How stupid.  All he was doing was drinking and I'm sure his "important papers" was a bottle or flask.

So, that's the newest and latest news.

Love, Tish



February 19, 1963

Dear Mother,

Well, one year ago today was my first day of training. I can't believe how time has flown. Yet, I can look at it as you do...it seems like ages since I lived at home and worked at Chicago Rawhide. Pretty soon it will be a year we've lived at 438 W. 62nd St.

I've got so much to catch up on with you that I hardly know where to begin. My date the other night turned out as I thought ~ he was a fink. He was nice, but far from my type. He's about 4 inches shorter than me and I felt like his mother. We went to the show and saw "Two For the See Saw" with Shirley Mclain and Robert Mitchum. After that, we went to the top of the Hilton for a few drinks and danced ~ which really made me feel funny. Hope he doesn't call again.

Friday I flew with Bob Reid again and the F/O was Gordon Macintosh. Gordon was based in ORD for 5 years and knows Kathleen. We went bowling in DAY and my legs still ache. (Dayton, Ohio - stayed at a little motel we called "Desi's" because that was the woman's name who ran it or owned it...Large lady who was always sitting at a desk which was where we "checked in". She would open the desk drawer and it was filled with cash. Oh, those simple days of long ago. Next door was a bowling alley and we always went bowling and drank beer when we had a long enough DAY layover.)

I would really like to talk to you but I figured out my phone bill and it came to $19.00! Ugh! Can't afford to call. I bet your phone bill is staggering. My paycheck was only $68.00 this week because of my personal time off. (This was a two week paycheck!) My expense check on the 25th won't be much because last month I was off sick and didn't fly much. 

I'm enclosing stamps that were on the newspapers you sent me. They weren't cancelled.

More later.

Love, Tish



This is one flight I will never forget. Crew consisted of three guys in cockpit and two hostesses. We left for a three day trip - went "non-routine" and came home six days later. We had a layover in Miami and we all bought huge bags of oranges and grapefruits. We were supposed to fly from MIA back to KC. However, due to bad weather and delays, our three day trip turned into six days of dragging bushel bags of oranges and grapefruits around the country.

March 7, 1963

Dear Mother,

I made it home ~ finally. We'll never forget this flight. We had 32:14 flying hours and 124 expense hours. Let me tell you, we sure got attached to the crew. Thank God we had a decent group or we would have been out of our minds! But being with the same men for 6 days is really different. Their wives were at the airport to meet them. I'm sure they wanted to look us over to be sure we weren't "hussy" looking, if you know what I mean. It made me feel funny because they really stared at us.

Tuesday night went went out for dinner  in DCA at a fabulous seafood place. We had such fun! After that, we went to a "drinking establishment" and danced. These fellas were an absolute scream! They carried us across Pennsylvania Ave. at 2:00 a.m. because it was raining and the street was full of puddles. I laughed until my stomach ached. (Well, it's no wonder their wives were worried. They were probably calling their rooms past midnight and not getting an answer and imagining all kinds of things.)
Of course, once again, we didn't get much sleep. (Gosh! I was mor of a partyer than I remember!) Because we were non-routine, we didn't know when we would leave DCA. Just after getting to our room, our Capt. called at 2:30 a.m. and told us he got word we were going out at 06:30. And not out of DCA but BAL! My hair was so dirty and grubby and we were pooped! But, we were glad to know we were going home.

This last day was a long one. We had to get up at 05:45 and take a cab to BAL (Baltimore, MD) to get the flight. The weather was terrible. It was so foggy you couldn't see a block in front of you and it was pouring rain. We didn't put the people on because it was too foggy to take off. After 45 min. the fog lifted so we loaded. We left the ramp and were warming up the engines (prop plane) and the cockpit got word that DCA - where we were landing - was below limits. So we sat at the end of the runway for an hour. I was up in the cockpit most of the time listening to jokes. Finally we took off and landed in DCA (finally!), then STL and we got back home at 4:30.

We got the oranges and grapefruits home o.k. It was so funny. I'll never laugh so hard again. We stored the them in the ramp office in DCA, thinking, of course, that we would be leaving out of DCA. But, they had us leaving out of BAL, and becasue we knew we were stopping back in DCA, we didn't take the bags with us in the cab to BAL - there wouldn't have been room anyway! So we left them there and were going to pick them up when we landed from BAL. Well, when the weather was bad in DCA, we were afraid we'd have to overfly it. Ed  (the Captain) said we couldn't overfly and we would wait until it cleared if we had to wait 24 hours ~ we were not going to leave those bags of oranges and grapefruit after lugging them all over the country. That was hysterical! We were picturing all the ramp guys and agents eating our oranges and grapefruits.

I sliced and cut up three of them for the crew after we took off from DCA and even put a cherry on each of them (you taught me that!) They ordered their coffee and I surprised them taking the grapefruit up too. They couldn't get over how thoughtful that was. Dianne and I sure got some nice compliments from Ed. He said he had only been flying 3 months as Captain but had never had 2 hostesses that did as good a job. He had told me Saturday that I was a "real hostess" and I knew how to keep people happy. He said some girls don't know how to handle people from their ass (that's an exact quote.) (I can't believe I wrote this to my mother!)He gave me all those compliments after he had been in the cabin with me on the last day. I had several wings for him to sign and was holding the sweetest little boy I had ever seen. His name was Michael and he was a blonde headed  blue eyed little doll. His father and mother were very good looking - both very nice and sharply dressed. (Everyone was sharply dressed in '63, I wonder what made them exceptional to me?) I wanted to take him home with home with me. Not bragging or anything, but I know I am doing a good job and some days are better than others. I can always tell when I've done my work well ~ I feel so satisfied and happy. (Gosh! I loved my job so much!)

Well, that's it for now.

Love, Tish

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaack!!!

After an unexpected hiatus, Letters To My Mother will continue the week of April 9. The year will be 1963.....high heels, sheath dresses, red lipstick and Ray Charles and the band on flight...anyone for scotch and milk at 9:00 a.m.????  Ba Bye!

FORMER BOYFRIENDS - NEW BOYFRIENDS - NOVEMBER 1962

This is a letter about seeing my ex-first love for the first time in two years. He came to O'Hare when I had a stop-over there. These were the good old days when people could walk right to the plane without a ticket or security.

September 27, 1962  writing from Columbus, Ohio on TWA In-Flight stationery

Dear Mother,

     Well, I really don't know what to say. I saw him and I'm glad. It's just hard to explain to you. It was just good to see  him, that's all.
     In ORD, we met Kathleen and chatted. Then I took him on the airplane and I think he got a kick out of it. I had to check my galley so he stood and watched. Then I showed him the cockpit. The cockpit door was closed and when I opened  it, the passengers had already started boarding, so I shut the door and he said, "Now what do I do?" He said he wouldn't fly on that pane for anything. I said he must be kidding. I asked him if he wouldn't feel safe with me, even if I held his hand, and he didn't want any part of it. He was so funny I almost split laughing at him.
     He may stop in KC on his way out to Calif. Boy was he nervous. I think he found it hard to look at me.
     Well, I have to board the old rattle trap now. More later, and please don't think I'm all in love again. I think I'm using my head for a change.
                  Love and xxxxxx's
                       Tish



November 13, 1962  Written on Mayfair Lennox Hotel stationery

Dear Mother,
     Today I go to PHX and I'm so excited. I hope I can get a little sun. I have 35 hours there so I plan on being by the pool the whole day tomorrow.
     We got the cookies yesterday and the girls thank you too. As usual, they are delicious.
     I got my gloves yesterday. It was so exciting to open a box from Paris. They are beautiful. I feel so elegant in them and they fit perfectly. The girls went nuts over them. Thank you very much, mother dear.
     I'm enclosing my Christmas and Birthday list. You told me to send my Christmas list - guess you forgot I'll be 21 on December 20th!!  ha ha
                       Love, Tish   xxxxxxxxx


November 16, 1962

First of all, I went to the KU-Calif. football game with George Sat. It was about 40 degrees and drizzled through the whole game. I knew, at my age, I should wear heels to a game, but I get too cold. So, I was smart. I wore a darling outfit of Jan's. It's a red plaid pleated skirt with a red plaid top that goes over the skirt to the hips with big pockets. The sleeves are black knit and it has a black knit turtle neck collar. I wore black knee socks and my new black suede boots. Actually, I looked like "Betty Co-ed", but I was warmer than Shirley, who we doubled with, in her heels. I still froze to death tho. I just can't take cold weather. (Never could and still can't!) As I sat there shivering I thought how hot I was the day before sitting by the pool in PHX.
     KU won the game and afterwards we went to this place called The Stables. It was packed with kids. I finally got warmed up. Then we went back to KC and ate at a restaurant and George brought me home. I don't think I'll hear from him again, and couldn't care less. It seems as though this boy has one thing on his mind and I just couldn't put up with it any longer. I told him several things. One, he apparently never learned how to treat a girl on a date, and he certainly didn't know how to respect a girl. I said I didn't have to put up with it and wouldn't. Shortly after that, he left.
     That's really the first time I've spoken so freely with a boy. He's only 22 and just doesn't seem grown up. You know, i used to think who was I to tell someone they're in the wrong because I never felt older, but I guess I've changed my thoughts. I'd rather sit home than fight him off!!
    Yesterday I got ambitious and cleaned the spare room. What a mess!  I just can't stand windows without curtains, so I ironed two pair of those white ruffly curtains that used to be in Dianne's room. We didn't have any rods in the spare room, so I hung them with brown heavy string. You'd be surprised at how good string works. You can't tell the difference, they look so pretty.Then I brought up an old antique chair from the basement and put that in there. I also took down the ironing board that always stayed up in that room, and now we store it in the hall by the back door. Then Diane and I ironed all the table cloths and napkins that had been on the couch in that room for about three months!
   I got the dining room table all set for Jan and Sandy's Thanksgiving. I bought two little wax turkeys and some long brown candles. Then I fixed a basket with Indian corn and fruit to put in the center. I wanted everything to look real nice for them.
   It will be hard to be flying on Thanksgiving, but I know it will be harder for you, mommy. I hope I get that trade so I can get home next weekend.
                 Love, Tish




November 30, 1962   St. Louis Layover

Dear Mother,
    I got home okay Sunday night. No snow here! It was so good to be home. Thank you for everything! I unpacked and repacked for my flight. It's a long, tiresome day on that 286. When I got home, Jan had a date and when he came over he asked me if I wanted to go to the Apartment (neat bar with couches and chairs) with them and he'd call his roommate, Tom. I can't remember if I mentioned this when I was home that Tom is a teacher at Rockhurst (Catholic) College. He called me up last week and asked me out for last Saturday. Well, I decided to go and we met Tom there. He is a FINK! - (and that means really out of it!) He teaches Latin (no wonder!) and German. He is by far the oddest boy I ever met. When he took me home he didn't even walk me to the door!
     In the course of our conversation earlier, he asked me if I would like to go to this meeting (or club) he belongs to for 21 - 34's at church. Well, I thought perhaps I could meet someone of interest there, so I said I'd go. He was also taking another fella who teaches Spanish at Rockhurst.
     So Tue. I was laughing and joking about this character and said he'd probably just honk the horn for me. Well, 9:00 rolled along and there was a horn beeping out front. I really couldn't believe it! This guy is actually 29! We all go in hysterics and I refused to go out! So, finally he gave up on the honking and came to the door. We were all so furious that the girls weren't going to let me go. Jan went to the door to tell him I wasn't here, but she couldn't keep a straight face and said just a minute.  She came upstairs laughing and said the other fella was wearing one of those gabardine type English trench coats all belted. I didn't know how I was going to regain my composure to go down there and face them....But I did, and we were off.
     After a short meeting, they dim the lights and dance. There were about 80 people there and they seem like a good group. They have beer and pop. Of course, I had to dance with Tom and he does a complete box step about a foot away from me.  He left for a minute and I was digging for a match when this fella came up to me and lit my cigarette and asked me to dance. This is really funny. We introduced ourselves and he asked me where I worked and I said TWA. He said do I know "so 'n so" who was there that night and I said no, and he said she worked in the office on Baltimore, and did I work out at MCI (the overhaul base). I said no, I'm a hostess and work in the air. Well, if you just could have seen the change of expression in his face. He completely lit up. It was a scream. Somehow, I was a different girl, entirely, to him.
     I left poor Tom in the lurch and danced with this fella the rest of the time. His name is John Franzen. He asked me out for Sat. night and I said I went out on flight Friday, so he asked me out for dinner last night. He also came over after his night classes Wed. and we went out for coffee.
  He's not real tall and not a complete doll head, but is loads of fun and very attentive and nice. We went out for dinner and I wore my gold knit dress with a scarf and he complimented me. Afterwards, we went window shopping on the plaza. The plaza, by the way, is out of this world. I've never seen decorations and lights like these. I really had a good time. He already asked me to go to the club's dinner dance at a country club on the 15th. And he wanted to meet me at the airport Sunday. It sure is nice to get all this attention all of a sudden.
      I hope I haven't been boring you with all this jazz, but it's my way of talking to you like I used to when I'd come home from a date and you'd still be awake and I'd come in your room and sit on your dressing table stool and tell you all about it.
     By the way, George didn't give up after my little talk. He's called twice. Maybe he'll take the hint now.
                               Love & xxxxxxxx's      Tish

 

I was really looking forward to reading my letters from December 1962, my 21st birthday month. But, there aren't any letters from December!  I really don't understand why.  I wondered how I celebrated my birthday and, where I was on Christmas.....I don't know. The next leter is dated January 10, 1963.

Happy New Year!!!!