Susanna Says
Thirty-nine...twenty-seven... thirty-nine.... this
is the result of a two-month vacation at "Casa Susanna". Hope you like the name of the new place. It shines at night in bright red letters nailed on the trunk of a hun- dred-year old maple tree at the entrance. You might think me vain and you would be right... that sign was the only chance I've ever had to have my name in big letters for everybody to see... A good many TV's have added now a new picture of themselves standing by that old maple tree to their collection. It was indeed hea- venly to abandon a world that was becoming too harsh and pressing and lock my brother in a closet for the better part of a month..just be myself on and on and on...for part of the time, weekends especially I had company...there was Bernice, and Wilma, and Daphne, and other times Jo-Anne, and Rosemary ... and of course Jody and Cynthia and Sheila and that wonderful wife of hers.. other times there were Georgette and Marilyn and Joan and Gail (Conn..)...I may have forgotten a few names at this time but the faces are all there, especially Joan with her gorgeous new nose and Gail looking so terribly young in her long blond bob. It was a country house allright and we saw plenty of skirts and blouses and flats (that's about all I wore), but we also saw gor- geous evening clothes...Jody looking like a China Doll (as Marie puts it) in her empire-line long gown...and Cynthia in a Grecian tunic, all black, looking beautiful as ever thanks to John Aaron. To say nothing of Elaine with her fantastic collection of exquisite frocks... We even saw Janice, after a 2 year parenthesis of silence, still showing off her velvets and satins (should cut down on that beer honey...not good for the waist-line). . Even Marsha from Michigan found time to make one of her too infrequent excapes..... and surprise of surprises, our old friend Edith came to spend a couple of week-ends... It's her own hair this time, no wig, and what a complexion, rose and peaches!!!
With all that company the house was a-buzzing, not
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