Message #4 / Patricia I am here again and so happy about it! At Cambria, Aug. 2 / Sunday evening / On the way home. [page 1] Dear Patricia / (Such a salutation seems so simple and tame and inadequate when I feel and think so much more about you than such simple words imply. Still anything that is held dear should be deemed very precious, so I am content with that thought and the privileged relationship that makes it possible.) Well the wedding is over and “Wasn’t it a beauteous wedding? – Really it was all that was to have been expected, so one young lady – Eleanor Peterson, who has been dear to me almost since the days of her infancy now appears to be launched on her long sought ship of happiness that should carry her safely to the end of her days. But I can’t write you all about this. – I’ll have to tell you in person, so of the [page 1A] wedding – as well as other aspects of my 4 day adventure into the Southland – more later. Just now I’m impelled to offer to you some Fragments of verses only half remembered – from the many thoughts that crowded my mind as I drove up from L.A. to Cambria. 1. “Sea-roses on a tall white cliff / Rayed out by salty wind – White snow drops over snow” (unremembered section) “But similes like these are / Stock in trade with all poets / So why do I not just say that / you are fine exceedingly and / All that matters in Heaven and Earth to me.” 2. Things that are lovely / Can tear my heart in two – Moonlight on still pools – you! 1. Now something of my own / By anticipation winged / My spirit speeds along, [page2] In my mind a cherished vision, In my heart a world of song. Really, my darling, I can’t tell you with how much joy I started homeward, knowing that I’d be able to see you again at the end of my trip (See postscript). I’ve had a most enjoyable holiday at my brother’s and with his family (currently his wife Golda, son Roger & Roger’s wife Darlene) – They treated me like a king – as they always have – Talked to me and about me as if I were the celebrity in the family. Had a barbecue dinner last evening after the wedding – to celebrate Darlene’s birthday (tomorrow Aug. 3 – I didn’t know before) and my presence “simultaneously – at the same time” as the saying goes. Roger barbecued chickens for the lot of us – superbly! Golda & Darlene combined on the rest, except that Golda pulled a slick trick on Darlene. Darlene had phone to say, “Since I’m close [page 2a] to a bakeshop, why don’t I just bring over a cake for all of us?” Golda responded with, “Well, if you want to bring your own birthday cake, I guess it’s all right.” But after accepting Darlene’s cake with due ceremony, Golda & Roger served Darlene another cake, with roses, “Happy Birthday” etc. on it of flavorful icing – also a huge candle, etc. It was lots of fun. However except for the scattering of beloved friends & relatives in the Southland, so far as I am concerned, you could take all of the greater Los Angeles area, with its heat, never ending smog & grime, dust, noise & the wild, mad rush of traffic everywhere on the highway – tie it all into a knotty bundle & throw it into the sea! To drive mile after mile after mile among a [illegible] of houses, stores, homely or none descript commercial establishments (more often than not) where there were beautiful fields of growing crops & orchards as well as chaparral covered hills only a few years ago – is depressing! And wearing. It took nearly an hour [page 3] to drive from Ted’s home to the delightful little church on a hill in Palos Verdes Estates where the wedding took place. The last 10 miles was along “Hawthorne Boulevard” that on the map looks as if it were a secondary “freeway” – or at least an “expressway” running through the countryside – but those 10 miles contained at least 30 light controlled crossings, most of which required stops, since the lights seemed not to be synchronized in any way! I was on pins & needles for fear I wouldn’t even get to the wedding. I thought I’d have 40 minutes or so time left over to explore the community, locate the little “inn” where the reception was to be held, etc. but two-thirds or more of this time was “eaten up” by the numerous crossing stops. My brother’s neighborhood in Toluca Lake (a part of N. Hollywood) is however, a quiet, beautiful and restful place. [page 3A] Incidentally Darlene is looking forward to being our guide in Marineland. Golda wants to go along – since she hasn’t been there in several years; Roger will go if he isn’t tied up studying for his bar exams, and even my brother Ted may go. Possibly also Allen, the second son, who may be back from Hawaii by then. They all embraced the idea of your coming enthusiastically so – if possible let’s plan it that way. 2. P is for petite, which we all know Patricia is / A’s for aptness and adeptness shown in all she does & says. T symbolizes tenderness in voice and heart and eyes / R is for the richness in her personality. I (The first’s) for intimacy in the way she makes one feel at home, C’s for confidence, for character, composure and control, I (The second one’s) for insight and the inner light that shines forth from her soul / A (repeated) for all the many other things (music, sensitivity, thoughtfulness, intelligence, thoroughness, beauty – but why go on?) that make this little person so utterly captivating, bewitching, and charming to all who fall within her spell. Together they’re Patricia – she’s unique – there’s only one. Fondly and affectionately Carl. [page 4] Postscript – (unintentionally omitted) It is my wish and intent to do everything I can, in the years that remain to me, to help you attain all the goals to which you aspire, to be continually understanding and appreciative, to contribute every enrichment to your life of which I am capable (and without spoiling you, of course, or cramping your style), and to help you to find every happiness that is your due. I pray that nothing will stand in the way of my providing this service and beneficence, for I love you deeply, as by now you must know. P.S! – P.S! I’m so excited about taking you to the Ice Follies and Gigi, the French revue, I can hardly wait! Incidentally Oxnard is only about six miles inland from Ventura (“place of the winds”) on the main route to Los Angeles. There should be no trouble at all in finding your aunt’s home.