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Frances Chase post-college to wedding 1952 - 1954

 To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 2, Missouri

From Cornelia H. Farmer, F6 Ranch, Junction Texas

September 28, 1952

Frances and Jo Hornor visited Margaret Farmer at her Texas ranch


Dear Mrs. Chase,


Your very cordial invitations have certainly made us eager to come to Kansas City -- however, I’m afraid we will have to put it off for another year.  We are still in the throes of a drought -- which seems to show no signs of breaking -- Some sections not too far away received wonderful rains about 10 days ago -- however, we were not so fortunate.


We do appreciate your wanting us -- and I know we would have a wonderful time.  October is such a nice month for traveling.  I think -- just give us a Rain Check -- those words have an ironic sound in these parts at present!


Margaret took the loveliest color slide of Fras at the lake -- As soon as she can have a print made of it, will send it on to you.  I wish you could see it “projected” -- everyone says A perfect Magazine Cover Girl.


My family in Brookline have really enjoyed Fras -- I think Margaret was a bit envious -- We do love having Margaret at home but I know she misses the girls especially Fras.  Most likely she will go up East after Xmas sometime.


I know you miss your sweet daughter but are glad she is so happily situated.

Sayers and Margaret both join me in love to you two Chases and Fras.


Sincerely,

Cornelia H. Farmer




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Mikey (Margret) Farmer at the kitchen door, F6 Ranch
August 1952

Mikey Farmer on the lake, F6 Ranch, Junction, Texas, August 1952


Mikey Farmer below the bluff, F6 Ranch, August 1952

 

Mikey Farmer (on the dam), Jo Hornor (in the water), Aug. 1952
F6 Ranch


Jo Hornor shooting turtles from the bluff, F6 Ranch, Aug. 1952


Mikey Farmer (driving) with Jo Hornor, F6 Ranch, Aug. 1952

Sayres Farmer, Mikey F (driving), Jo Hornor riding
F6 Ranch, August 1952


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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, Office of the Assistant to the President,  Straus Hall

Harvard University, Cambridge, Massachusetts

August 21, 1952 Friday


Dear Folks,


See where I am!  First thing Monday morning I sped off to fair Harvard to investigate the jobs they had to offer.  This was the first interview I had.  I am assistant to the assistant to the assistant to Dr. James B. Conant himself.  It sounded fine and is a lovely office, I have discovered, and the people are most fascinating.  But all I do for Dr. Conant is lick stamps and file cards.  Later the job would involve keeping track of the mailing list of a booklet or two, watching supplies, etc.  Actually the office is a fund-raising office (not an interest of mine).  

The music job was record librarian -- not so good.


BUT also on the day of interviews I went to the student placement bureau, a most fascinating place.  They let me know only that they were going to interview more people -- most encouraging.  But day before yesterday they called and said they had decided to stop interviews and give me the job.  So on Tuesday morning I move into my own office.  I shall be typing my own letters, too.  No more shorthand secretary type job for me.  You see, I am to be in charge of interviews, which involves writing to the various corporations and such to see what days they want for their representatives, if any:  arranging the schedule of interviews:  also doing all the advertising of the interviews.  In addition, we each are responsible for a project each year, to fill up our slack time.  These are on subjects related to the work, but of our own choice.  Some have been on relation of college major to job, relation of education to income,  facilities of various organizations for education, research, etc, etc.  “We” are a Holyoke grad and a Barnard grad and someone I did not meet.   


Harvard is a marvelous place in which to work -- and I say that even before the boys have come back.  The facilities are most complete and up-to-date.  The Square is most interesting, of course, and the whole attitude is unbelievably casual.  This office, which is the most proper of all, opens not at 9 as is the schedule, but around 9:25.  The days so far have ended about 4:30, with any time from 11:30 to 2 available for the lunch hour.  The woman I work for is already gone.  The work hours will settle down when the boys come back.  Today I have nothing to do (obviously) so I am fooling around until 1:00 lunch.  After that I am free so I am meeting Nancy in Boston.  Isn’t that fantastic?  


Well, that covers the job and just about all that has filled my time lately.  I spent an hour at the Pioneer Sunday and then gladly accepted Nancy’s invitation to stay at her house.  That Pioneer is purely a hotel for old women.  No swimming pool, etc.  It is too grim to allow one to stand on principles.  I guess I shall be with the Hornor’s part of next week because it seems that Sal and I will be apartment hunting then.  So far I have managed to miss her and vice versa.  She was here on Tuesday but couldn’t get ahold of the girl she was staying with nor could she find me so she went to the Cape with her family.  Neat enough -- except that I didn’t know it until today.  She is coming back soon and there are messages strung all over Boston, and vicinity so we are sure to get together soon.  And anyway I have not had time to go hunting.


...I see that I forgot to mention pay.  It is the same as for the steno job because there is more initiative, though less preparation.  In other words, I am not using my shorthand.  Actually there is a job above the one I soon start which uses shorthand so I shall probably pick it up pretty soon -- the shorthand, I mean.  Really I am so pleased because the woman I am working for now said “You are too bright for this job”, the other people stopped their interviewing as I said, and Miss Willett, in the employment office, said “You have made a hit a Harvard.”  Those words all gave me a big boost.  And so did the paycheck I got today.


What a surprise those accommodations were!  Sure do thank you.  The trip was pretty exhausting as it was and without that good night’s sleep and all the peace and quiet in the day I don’t know what I would have done.  


Mother, I sure was sorry to miss talking to you Saturday.  But I hope the back is much better too.


I haven’t gotten ahold of the Hornor’s.  I am going to in about 10 minutes (Successful.  I go to them on Monday, Labor Day).  They both wrote to me when I was in Texas so I am pretty sure of being with them next week.  If so I’ll let you know and you might send off a laundry box load of such things as -- razor, travel iron (you were right, Mom) and some clean clothes, preferably not blue.  I am so sick of these blue shoes and I’m sure everyone around me is too.  Could I get my mail too?  I don’t plan to be there long (address is 125 Rockwood, Brookline, MA).


Well, that about does it.  I am still a bit unsettled about apartment and such but all is going along smoothly and I am Very Happy.  Now I’m off to lunch.


The Farmers seemed not too encouraging about the Royal.  They are in a very bad way with the drought.


Love you lots!

Fras


P.S.  Saturday:  Nancy came in with the mail just now -- practically all for me!  Thanks.  Miggie had her baby.  Neal sent another crest -- for good luck.  Shelly sent the extra money because the cost-of-living raise  was retroactive.  F



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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

September 25, 1952


Dear Folks,


Remember me?  You have been so sweet about keeping my mailbox full and I really do appreciate it -- even though other things have filled my time so much that I haven’t had a chance to show you.


This typewriter spells badly, does it not?  And on that subject, might I suggest that my father and mother spell luxurious and written in that manner, respectively.


Well, I have a list that covers two pages of all the things I have to mention just to answer your letters.  And I only have 10 minutes of my lunch hour left, so here we go.  (I left the banks of the beautiful Charles River on this lovely fall afternoon just to write to you.)


...Storage box, loan info...Four starter sets of Facette stainless are mine now…

Neal sent me a miniature piano, all of minutely carved ivory -- very costly and of no possible use, but very pretty.


Hope your backache is a thing of the past, Mom.


My address should be corrected to 20 Trowbridge.  I did not realize that the other half of the house has a different number.


The region around Mikey had flooding rains but the Farmers and Gus, Betty’s husband, has not a drop at last report -- which was a call to Texas for such a report made by Dr. Hornor.  I got to talk to Mikey when she answered the ‘phone, and was she surprised!


My telephone number is Eliot 4-5284.  I hope it will be included among your list of numbers frequently called.


All boxes, trunks, etc are accounted for -- many, many thanks.  Unpacking the trunk was a real treasure hunt and I think you are a marvel of ingenuity, Mother.  Living out of two suitcases for lo, those many weeks was not bad either.  Very well planned!  Very thoughtful of you to have the shoes fixed, too.


I really can type better than this but people keep talking to me, which I just hate, of course.


Well, time is up.  Just wanted you to know that I am well, etc.  Honestly, I am so happy that I am getting a terrible reputation for fits of giggles.  I go off in gales at everything remotely funny.  And sometimes I don’t even need an excuse.  It’s all just so much fun and so exciting.


DETAILS LATER


Be good and I love you.  And Daddy, your B-day present does exist, though in an incomplete form.  So glad you had a good B-day and Mother, your knitting sounds most professional -- good going. 


Love  you muchly,


Frances Lieuween Chase

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

September 30, 1952


Dear Folks,


Quick!  Quick!  I must have an answer!  Ellie is marrying Gil on December 27 and has asked me to be in her wedding.  I had planned to surprise you with the fact that your Christmas present is going to be me - I mean “be me” -- but now I tell you that so that we can think more clearly about the possibility of being in Ellie’s wedding.  You see…(train, car to Chicago; time off work) ...But the finances of dress, etc., I cannot swing.  What is the story as far as that goes on your side?  Ellie is waiting for the answer and I too.


You know what…(need clothes, thermos, blankets)...

Ho, ho, we are sure having fun.  Last weekend I got up bright and early at 7:30, got breakfast and did the dishes, made up the shopping list for the weekend and did it.  Then I washed all the mirrors, chrome, porcelain, etc. in the whole place, hung seven pictures and proceeded to wash all the floors, even in the closets, with Soilex and then I waxed all but the bedroom which I did not have time for -- because by then it was about 1:30 and I had to wash my hair and eat lunch because Nancy was arriving in an hour to stay with me.  Sal went to camp for the weekend.  N. arrived -- with a gorgeous apple pie made by her Mother.  We took off to buy some towels for Nancy to use (I had to buy a meat loaf tin when it came time to do that, and a beater when I came to whip some cream,  and the waxer in the same fashion -- we don’t dare wait to cook dinner after the store has closed).  Well, then we looked for Science Park but couldn’t find it so we went shopping.  We were in Jorden’s so I went up to the china section where right out on display I found -- Autumn Leaves by Walter Teague -- and it was 25% off because they are discontinuing carrying it.  So of course I bought it.  A starter set.  It was quite a wind fall because I had almost given up on it.  I was already to (I know that is spelled wrong) write to Walter Teague in New York.


By that time, we had to hustle home because I had to toss together a meat loaf for dinner.  Also we had English muffins with cheese, peas, carrot and raisin salad and milk.  Then at 7:15, Ree Rogell and her two roommates, also from Wellesley and Severance, came over for dessert -- whipped cream and ice box cookies all frozen together -- with coffee.  We had a howling time, of course.  So much fun.


Then from 8:30 until 1, Nancy and I talked.

The next day we got up, had poached eggs, cinnamon toast, etc. for breakfast.  And then we read the Sunday Times and worked on Daddy’s present, listened to all Sally’s marvelous records (not all -- she has a stack about six inches high of 33 rpm records….)

About 11:30 Mary Jane Wade (MJ), a friend of Nancy’s from Salem and Radcliffe, came over for dinner -- ham baked with crushed pineapple and brown sugar,  cauliflower with grated cheese melted over it in a warm oven, grapefruit and avocado salad, ending with apple pie a la mode and coffee.


After a while it was time to walk Nancy to the subway and from there MJ and I walked to Longfellow’s house.   We got there quite by accident -- went by on the way to the place where she is staying.  Most interesting and lovely.  And a gorgeous day for a walk.  I ended up walking about 3 miles, past all the lovely 17th and 18th century houses.  There are whole streets of them around here.


When I got home and did the dishes, it was time to get dressed and go to the Hornor’s for dinner.  What a relief!  They sent me home not only with a full stomach but also a box of cookies, a pile of firewood and kindling and the stones I picked off the beach at Sakonnet when I was there with Jo one weekend about a month ago.  The stones will be -- are -- door stops and temporary andirons.  Ho, ho -- we have a fireplace, a hall with a coat closet and a shower as well as every other thing you can imagine.  You must come see.


…(absentee ballot)...

Forgot to say in the appropriate places that we have material for drapes and bed spreads -- which we plan to manufacture on Aunt Virginia’s machine.


And Mary Jane Wade I had met and liked -- in Salem.  And within a week she will decide if she is going to room with a girl who lives in this very building.  Won’t that be lovely?


Be good.


Much love, 

Fras


P.S.  We eat like that every day -- huge meals and always a snack about 9:30.  And I come home for lunch a couple of days a week because it is only about a seven-minute walk to work.  And the shopping is great -- two shoe men, supermarkets, cleaners, hardware stores and one launderette and one furniture store all within two blocks.  Also two bakeries and two dru stores -- free competition is not yet dangerously impeded.  One last detail -- we live on the second floor.  Enough for now.  F

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

October 23, 1952


Dear Folks,


Again you are to be honored with an epistle from me.  This morning I hopped out of bed (ho, ho) early so that I could make my lunch and have extra time in lunch hour to write to you.  But of course I forgot to consult my list of things I would like to have from home, my list of extracurricular activities, and my unanswered letters so that I have only a very incomplete list of subjects to be discussed.  But --


The first that comes to mind is Ellie’s wedding.  She lessened the chill of realistic awareness by changing the date to November xx, the Saturday after Thanksgiving.  Before we leave the subject of the realistic view of money problems, let us consider my trip home.  I think I have the finances in control but I am wide open to any unexpected situation.  So -- you know what can happen to one who pours all money down one hole.


A subject for great rejoicing:  I am invited to the Waltz Evening, November 7, which is just the thing in Boston society.  Of course they no longer REQUIRE long white gloves and tails.  It all boils down to a request that someone at 21 East 51 Terrace scrounge around and turn up a fairly respectable cover for me.  Probably the dress in the best condition is the aqua one.  You might check it over for various and sundry rips and stains.  And look to see that the hoop is here or on the way (I am being pestered, hence the typos).


And does anyone know where the lining to my tweed coat is?  I can’t find it here.  And believe me it is cold!!!  Every day I start out with my light coat plus two sweaters and that wool-lined jacket.  Poor old legs just get cold. 


Thank you so much for the big box of goodies!  Also the skirt.  Sally was much impressed by the thought and ingenuity that it contained…


After fifteen minutes of political discussion, we shall continue.  But we cannot because it is one o’clock.  And we must work very hard because at 1:15 we are going up to the Square (two blocks) to watch Eisenhower drive by.  Stevenson comes in two weeks.  Frankly I am going to see Harvard in action because you and I, Dad, got such a good view of Ike long ago, it could never be matched.


I hope when I have my four kids (perhaps that number in itself will eliminate this particular problem) you will remind me to bring them up so that they are sure of their own value but also aware that to everyone else they meet, they are second in importance, at best.  You two have been so devoted to me that it is constantly a shock, a real hard blow, to me to see the times when other people are more important to themselves.  That ramifies into sensitivity about little negligences and a tendency to exaggerate relationships so that one feels if one is slightly second best that one is not regarded by the other person but very little.  

In better words, one needs to be able to live with the fact that another person can value one somewhat less than himself but still have a great deal of affection for and interest in one.  

Also, it is a source of much of a critical tendency.


But your fault has been very pleasant for this only child.  And the fault is almost utterly cancelled out by the joy of a constant assurance that two people in this world care a whole great big lot about me.


Hello again -- it is now Wednesday.  And now I have a monster list of things to write about.

We do not live in a “modern new unit” but rather in an old Victorian house, which has been renovated.  And very well done.  The street has nothing on it but these queer old old Victorian houses and they are all made into apartments.  But ours is the only one with grass and fresh paint.  Very good landlord.  The whole town is like that.  Beacon Hill, which is the other large center for apartments, is even older -- buildings with bay windows, formal front doors, etc.  To get into the new apartments, you have to get on a list for about five years.

We have a living room, bed room, kitchen and bath -- all very good size with plain walls, good plaster, etc.  We have a regulated oven with broiler, gas all.  The refrigerator is also gas.  We can keep frozen things only in the sections for ice cubes, which is quite shallow.


…(ironing, coats, Beacon wax, brown sugar, etc)...


The package from Neal was -- a piano.  It is just adorable -- carved ivory with such delicate details.  Has candles with flames, screws on the stool, etc.  And there are flowers, etc. cut out of the top and the side of the harp part.  All only about three inches long.


…(cedar chest)...And don’t forget those records and books stuck away in my room.  You can hold the books, as a matter of fact, except for Tom Jones and War & Peace.


I love hearing about the grass, the bridge session, the trips to Topeka.  And how are your extra-curricular activities, Mom, in the way of work or music or adult education groups etc.


Really must get to work because I spent about fifteen minutes discussing with Polly, one of my associates.  Did I tell you about the people I work for, and the kind of work and such?  And I have the ranch on the list, too, as well as social life, etc.  Must wait, though, you must.


Be good.  And I love you lots.


Fras

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

October 31, 1952


Dear Folks,  


This is no request letter, but a thank you letter instead.  However, I request that you hold off on generous gifts.  Most people write home just when they need money, it seems, but you haven’t had that -- at least no lately.  And so -- Just remember that I didn’t ask for a new dress (though I think that since you have mentioned it, it is a very nice idea and there couldn’t be a nicer party for a new dress) and the trip home is my Christmas present to you.  I wouldn’t have to sell my life away if something unexpected came up and also to make sure that we had a somewhat planned, sensible Christmas.  Of course, if the proposed check went to a wedding-party fund or some such, that would also be nice.  I certainly won’t be saving much for future invites.  Well anyway, I shall give you me for Christmas.  And though I think the dress very nice and very sweet of you, I also find it somewhat hard to appreciate in view of your (Mother) refusing the invite you mentioned just because you didn’t have a dress.  Perhaps the refusal was motivated by something else too?  And there is still that lovely velvet material at home.  Certainly enough for an ankle-length dress.


…(the coats are here, etc)...


What a surprise to hear about going to Winfield!  But how very nice that was.


Well, I thought I would cover the social side of life in this letter but I sure can’t find my calendar.  But I can do a bit.  This week has been rather representative of our activities.  Saturday Nancy was to come to stay with me, having also come the week before, but she got sick.  I went to a tea given by Janet Fraser Hoeg in her usual elaborate style and then to Framingham with Caryl and some eight other kids who were around for the Junior Show.  After pizza and beer we went to see the show.  Sunday night I had a new friend, Mary Jane Wade (Nancy’s friend from high school who went to Radcliffe (who lives in this building)) and here MIT friend and Frank Ham -- physicist who went to Europe this year -- all over to supper.  I guess they had a good time because they were too full to raid the icebox and they stayed until one.  Monday night we (Sal and I) went to hear the Cambridge Society for Early Music present a program of Bach music, with harpsichord.  It was the most magnificent Bach I ever have heard.  Loved it!  Tuesday night e e cummings gave the first of six lectures he will give to Harvard audiences.  Light night was rehearsal night for the singing group with which I am affiliated -- Gilbert and Sullivan Society.  We are giving “Yeoman of the Guard” in December.  A most enthusiastic  and talented group.  Tonight we went to the fair of the church to which the Hornors go.  Oh, Ann Hornor came for dinner before the lecture.  Sal’s man, Ed, came to dinner four times.  Tomorrow night the neighbors (three Harvard graduate students) are dropping in for mulled cider and doughnuts and Saturday Sal and I take off for the west -- Northampton and Williamsburg.  Nancy works in the latter and I am staying with her.  Sunday we rush back to go to the Sunday afternoon performance of the symphony.  And on Monday I receive the rough draft of the law brief which I shall type next week.  That involves seven carbon copies, single spaced, on law paper which is half again as long as ordinary typing paper.  But will I make the money on it!


And then Friday!

My escort is definitely not tall!  He is John Ingraham, Harvard ‘52, who lives in Dedham.  I have been going out with him since the second week I worked for Harvard.  For a while I was seeing him very often but the whole thing has about worn itself out.  It is no surprise.  We’re good friends though and have a lot of fun together.  But fun is not enough to keep things going.  You have to have bigger interests to share and we share no big interests.  Except waltzing.  And jazz -- he has taken me to two jazz concerts -- Erroll Carner and Wild Bill Davidson.  And we have been to a play and he helped me move all my stuff from school and in return got a dinner all cooked here.  And many times we have gone dancing.  He is quite dashing on the dance floor.  And quite a dresser -- plaid jackets and such.  Stunning!  But also he stresses to the point of boredom his having taken three hours -- with a power mower -- to mow the lawn;  his having been on the society page for this and that, etc. etc.  And of course this waltz evening caps it all.  I really am rather relieved that I don’t have to appear in my stained and ripped and saggy old dress.  


Must be off to bed.

Much love, Fras


P.S.  Neal tried to get me twice from Germany on the telephone last week.  Heaven know what he wanted.  Coming home in July or August.  Quite possibly may stay in Army, which may involve 18 months in Korea.  F

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

November 10, 1952


Dear Folks,


This is just a wee note to say that the pink formal is on its way.  It was pretty but not one I really wanted.  Shall I look here?  …(sizing)...


Mother, will you keep an eye out for some extra special recipes?  I’d love suggestions for a dish to serve when I invite people for dessert.  And I’d like to make something along the fruitcake line to give the Hornors and the Carsons for Christmas -- but of course I could never master a fruit cake.


Waltz evening was delightful -- very pretty and my date waltzes beautifully.  Unfortunately I am at the point where I can’t bear him -- utterly lacking in tact and humility and perception and imagination.  


Last evening the neighbor boys had us over for dinner -- turkey, wine, etc.  We made cookies.  And we had them over for mulled cider and toasted doughnuts on Halloween for which occasion they made us an adorable jack-o-lantern.  Great boys!


Haven’t had a moment to see about trip home.  Will do soon though.


Much love, Frances L. Chase


P.S.  Thanks for your good letters.  I love to hear all the news.  Will I get to see the Dudleys at Christmas time?  F

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

December 15, 1952, (written as Lieuween Chase had to go to Oregon as her mother’s health worsened and Annie Tonkinson died)


Dear Folks,


Now I am ready to write and really don’t know what to say.  It’s hard, of course, to think of a new kind of Christmas because you two have always been so very good to me and made it so perfect and so fun and exciting.  But there will be more.  

I worry most about you.  Mommie, you have kind of a hard situation ahead, I know, and I wish I knew how to help you.  But just know I hope for you and I feel sorry -- very sorry.  It’s so ironic and hard, too, that it comes at such a happy time of year.  This is all very undiplomatic, I guess, but I just feel -- poor Mother.  And I’ll miss you so.  But -- maybe -- you could come to see me in the Spring.  

I really can’t come home in the Spring.  The people in my office have been very, very sweet.  The normal holiday is Friday after and half of Wednesday before -- both Christmas and New Year’s.  They gave me, at my request, the other two days of that week before Christmas.  And then just last week they announced out of the blue that I need not come back for the two and a half days before New Year’s.  This, of course, is quite unprecedented and quite nice of them.  But Feb. and March are the heaviest times for my jobs and it (vacation) couldn’t happen then.  


But I shall certainly come home.  I wouldn’t think of anything worse than Christmas here.  No one will be here -- especially anyone who loves me.  People who love me are in Kansas City -- one will be, at least.  So Mommie, you leave out your good recipes and the key to the locker and I’ll keep house for Daddy.  Ok, Dad??


Would the Dudleys like to come to Christmas dinner?  It wouldn’t be fancy but I’d like to try it for them.


Well, more about details for our vacation later.  Dad, arrangements are the question right now.  I have a ticket and reservation to Kansas City on Saturday now -- TWA air coach, leaving New York on Saturday evening at about 7.  I’ll write the details of the flight number and all later.  I shall get a coach train ticket back.  Finances are all square.


Before I forget -- did you know Aunt Fan wants a flat cigarette case for her bag?


And what is this about goodies for Neal, eh ???  I haven’t gotten any nice dark, moist fruitcake or much of anything.  Nothing for a very long time.  And you know my opinion on the subject.

I am out at Wellesley with Pat Cox for Christmas vespers.  Very nice place to be.


Love you lots and lots,

Fras

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To Mrs. Hamilton Chase

1551 Villard,  Eugene Oregon

From 21 East 51 Terrace, Kansas City 12, Missouri

January 1, 1953


Dear Mommie,


Sure miss you.  And hope you had as pleasant a trip as you anticipated.

Around here it is not like it is when Mother is here but Dad and I are getting along fine.  We went to the Art Gallery Sunday and he heard the football game today.  Also he is now reading Cannery Row, which I’ve finished.  To solve the problem of being alone, I had lunch with Shirley on Monday and with Dad on Tuesday.  Tuesday I also saw Karleen, had a guided tour of Hall’s and sat with her while she had lunch.  Wednesday I took War and Peace to Roy and Roy’s.  Tomorrow Coleman is coming to keep me company.  


Found wild bird seed at the Plaza pet store…


Here are the dinner menus I’ve served so far:

Sunday - steak, lemon spinach, caramelized carrots, ice cream

Monday - stuffed baked pork chops, lima beans, peas, potatoes, bananas and cream

Tuesday - lamb patties, banana and nuts salad, veggies, baked apples

Wednesday - tuna casserole, cheese and broccoli, corn, peach whip

Thursday - steak, cheese and cauliflower, veggies, ice cream

Throw in rolls here and there too.  Tomorrow’s supper will be french  toast and sausage.

Breakfasts have included scrambled eggs and English muffins.


Daddy said to tell you that Mrs. Bash died last night.

Cold is no more.


Coleman has me utterly charmed as always (and vice versa, I believe)  We have hit a new high for him and compatibility.  Saturday we went to see Ted Riegelman and his wife and met a couple from Boston! – boy got his degree from MIT and his wife was a native Bostonian.

Tuesday night the two of us went to the Southern Mansion for good music there – it’s such a cute place.  

Last night we went to a terrific party.  Started off with bourbon and water but I only had 1 and ½ because I knew that there was to be a surprise and midnight – champagne.  After that was downed we had food and coffee.  Joe and Edna Klima (from League) gave it in their cute new little house.  Never have I enjoyed New Year’s Eve so much.


And Coleman is a reformed man!  It seems he darn near killed himself on whiskey once this fall and now he avoids it like poison.  He is Mr. Reliable in every way now.


Nick and Sicum Cat are still bosom buddies…

Dad and I had supper with the Hecklers tonight.  Very nice with beer, cheese, sardines, crackers, etc.  They are taking him to the Pops concert Sunday.


Well it really was wonderful to see you.  Give Mama T. my best.


Lots of love, Fras


P.S.  Daddy bought me a pair of black suede dress shoes and gave me $25 for the week.  F.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

January 10, 1953


Dear Mother and Daddy,


Thank you both for your letters.  

The trip back went just as planned and Caryl was waiting at La Guardia, took me home and fed me;  we chatted for hours.  Next day, I took the Long Island train to Penn Station where George and Allen met me.  


M.J. is all moved in and the arrangement is most successful.  Ed persuaded Sal’s Dad to let him marry her,  so they are engaged -- no ring or announcement party or any such for Sal.  Poor Ed is most disappointed over that and it may change.  Anyway Sal is oblivious to anything or anyone but Ed.  M.J. came just in time.


I am proctoring an exam now -- N.Y. State Civil Service.  Eight law students took the morning half and 1 is here for the afternoon.  Very dull.  I’m getting a lot of War and Peace done though.  Nancy is at our place with M.J. now.


Guess we will miss Mama T. very much.

Smile at Nick for me.

Lots of love to you both, 

Fras


P.S.  It was wonderful to be home. F.

P.P.S.  Neal sent me his portrait in oils.  It is now in the storage box.  F.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

January 28, 1953, Wednesday


Dear Folks,


All week I think of things to tell you but when time comes for writing -- can’t think of a thing.

I have enjoyed your recent letters, as always.  Thank you for all the details of Mama T’s funeral.  It seemed very strange to have it happen without being there -- but I’m not sorry to have missed it.  Mama T will always be busy doing things for others, cooking, growing flowers and combing my hair and all, in my mind.


Please may I have the pressure cooker?  We either eat a few limited dishes for supper or we don’t eat until seven-thirty or eight.  The vacuum cleaner is a wonderful thing to have and I would like to have it, but not now.  We don’t have any need for it immediately here but how much we could benefit from a pressure cooker !!  The crystal things will certainly be treasures and I would love to have them, too, but they are not top-of-the-list things.  But a timer clock, dough blender, cookie racks and sheets, and the lamp!!  All very useful.  And say, if you don’t have any plans for the china lamp on the piano, you might load it in the car next summer.


Thank you, Mother, for thinking of me as you did.  And I have boxed up the dress.  It will be on its way tomorrow.


Lately I’ve had a marvelous time collecting ideas for vacation.  But I haven’t enough details to present them yet for your approval.

But how about a trip to Chicago for you people?  Might I suggest the weekend of May 15 - 17?  The Boston Symphony is playing in Chicago then.  That orchestra is so marvelous you just must hear it.  And does the Met get to Chicago?  You may have guessed by now that I went to Symphony Sunday.



M.J. was using the machine by now she is through.


The program Sunday at Symphony was one of the best...Bartok, Die Meistersinger, Schubert, Debussy, Wagner…I’m going to get tickets for Tuesday nights next year.


You’ll never guess --- Neal is taking piano lessons.  I gather that he took them years ago and just had the urge to pick up again.  A real soul!  He mentioned that his teacher had a Steinway.  And he goes over and plays by the hour just for his own amusement.  What a guy!


What I’ve been doing -- beside Symphony, which I plan to enjoy again this Saturday -- Saturday I had a blind date with a charming gentleman who went to sea the next day.  Among other things, we went aboard the destroyer he is stationed on -- tour from galley to guns.  And a survey of Boston Navy Yard.  Fabulous.  Also we went dancing.  Friday I went to a party with some of Frank Ham’s friends -- escorted by F. S. H.  He is a nice boy and very interesting.  Heard that before?  Thursday I went to a lecture and MJ had the Rochlins for dinner.  Wednesday Polly and I went to see the Royal Journey, review night at the movies at 5 o’clock.  Then I typed a six page paper, went to Widener to copy snowflakes for the sweater and MJ and I met two boys afterwards whom she knew from Radcliffe (they are at Harvard) so we had a couple of beers with them.  Tuesday MJ and I went to Micky’s (good friend) after dinner to watch the Inaugural Ball on TV (don’t get it) and Monday we three went swimming.  So far, we have missed only twice.  So much for last week.  Oh yes, I spent that busy weekend with the Hornors because MJ went home and of course Sally was nowhere around these parts.  They are really my friends.  I act just as if I were home there.


Last night I went to a party for Alice Gutman -- she is going home to New York.  Party was a bit dull.  Tonight after work Polly, Ann Hornor and Louis Cutter came home with me and I served them sherry plus FRUIT CAKE… they loved the fruit cake, Mother….It was a great success -- so much so that we are all going to Louise’s Sunday.  After they left MJ and I went to Simeones for pizza.  Tomorrow night a friend of hers comes to dinner.  Friday I had hoped to have the Hornors but they were busy.  So Ann Hornor is coming for lunch Saturday.  


It is a good bet to send those things.  Really I don’t think I shall be coming home this summer.  Heaven knows I surely won’t stay here permanently but I’d like to have another year at the job and in this community.  And there is something to be said for staying put.  Last year’s uncertainty cured me of wanting any changes for a while.  And I am happy.  It doesn’t offer everything I want but in this sort of undecided period (always hoping to get married)  it is plenty satisfactory.  It is a great life for an “unmarried one.”  And don’t forget about Neal and MIT.  That boy is going to Tech or something like it, for sure, some day.  


Still there is no life like being at home and I do love my folks very much.

Well , so much for now.  Heaven knows what will happen.

But give me one more year here.


Much love,

Fras


P.S.  I got so absorbed in that letter that I forgot my Christmas list that I never got to Santa Claus:  pressure cooker, alarm clock (a pretty one that doesn’t tick), flannel PJs, Cape Cod fire lighter, stationery, magazine subscription (Time, Mademoiselle), phonograph records (I leave that to your good taste).  F

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

February 11, 1953


Hi Folks,


Big news -- Neal is buying “civies” and enrolling at MIT for the next year.  No more army after next fall!  -- unless he gets drafted.


Boxes came through perfectly.  Macaroons are dry but the rest are lovely.  How about recipes for Apricot bread and macaroons (I haven’t time to find out how to spell it)?


Not much news -- Mikey is to be a duchess in that fabulous San Antonio festival.  Dave will not be her escort but may have the privilege of an invitation.  The San F. faction is determined to cut him out.  


Nancy and Bob are seeing each other.  Non-committal.

Correction:  I did not mean to join you in Chicago (couldn’t get off anyway).  Forgot what weekend the 15th was.  All just an idea for your pleasure.  Glad you thought of me though.


Lots of love, 

Fras.


P.S.  went skiing last weekend in Vermont.  F.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

February 15, 1953, Sunday


Dear Folks,


The card was here right on the day and the candy, too.  Very sweet, both of them.  Thank you.  I called Aunt Virginia and told her that there was a valentine waiting here for her.  I said the only way I could deliver it was to have them to dinner, so they are coming Thursday.


For V. Day Neal sent me three more crests and Coleman sent me some flowers.  They were just perfect -- not red roses but spring flowers -- a monster bundle, now two bouquets.


Did you know we went skiing last weekend?  And tomorrow we go swimming and last Friday we went bowling.  


M.J. has salvaged my social life by getting me an invite to joining the Intercollegiate Club of Boston -- not such high stuff as it sounds -- just a very nice mixer type arrangement.  It is held in the University Club in town, which is a very nice place -- marble and wood paneling and chandeliers and such.  No one can come who isn’t a college graduate and reservations are made and paid in advance so there is no such messy stuff at the door and numbers are fairly even.  Those who come are under 30 I guess -- much under generally -- and generally not from Boston.  I met a boy from Southwest, Class of 1947.  Also I met a very nice boy who also was a superb dancer -- samba, tango, waltz, Charleston, all.  They have lots of mixer-type dances but when one would come along, I would profess a dire thesis or raise a most engrossing topic of conversation -- consequently I spent the entire evening with him.  But alas he was staying with friends in Wellesley Hills, who were waiting to take him out and he had no car of his own.  So, he gave me to a friend -- who was, it developed, dreadfully attractive, but also with a very one-sided view of girls.  Shant see him again and the first gentleman is at Ft. Devons, due to leave this week for sixty days in Indiana before returning.  If he doesn’t call me then _________!  Actually I met six other boys early in the evening but only dance a bit with each and none was interesting.  Here’s hoping I have something to tell you about Bob Leroy in late April.  Until then these dances come every two weeks so I’ll at least have something to do on Saturdays.


When you come to Boston, let’s go to Bailey’s.  They have the most terrific sundaes there ever and it’s old  and interesting too.  Why don’t you start a list of places to go, etc.?

Love you lots,

Fras


P.S.  Dad, I may take up your offer on the dentist if it still holds.  F.

P.P.S.  Mother, did you hear the Met do Stravinsky’s Progress of the Rake last Saturday?  F.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

March 5, 1953


Dear Folks,


This is mainly a thank you letter -- thank you for the news -- on Dr. Trelease, J-Jo, Pat O’B, Mrs. Williams, the Caravaggio and the concert.  And thank you for the things -- the pretty lamp, the roaster and the shears.  I enjoyed them ALL.  Before I forget, Bobby and Buck are engaged and Zane is engaged to a boy she met last Spring!!


Well, we had just been discussing the pros and cons of purchasing shears.  Then lo!...(broiler, drapes, etc)...


I gave the candy to the Hornors -- from you.  Very much appreciated -- as was mine!  Very pretty and very tasty.

Sure enjoy your good letters -- both of you.  They mean a whole lot!!


Daddy, Neal’s service doesn’t count.  He is draftable because all he has done is pay back Uncle Sam for his education.  He is safe as soon as he gets into school but he may not be able to go until second semester.  But I should think his local draft board would be pretty understanding in comparing him with other men.  


How about sending back the dress, Mom?  I have many parties to go to thanks to M.J. and Intercollegiate and I am TOO POOR to buy even a pearl necklace much less a sharp dress.  

Ah, but that is another subject -- true though it may be.  Does the dress droop in the back on you Mother?  It goes like so on me, but I like it.


Guess what, Folks -- we went to Gloucester for the Monday after Washington’s Birthday.  Very pretty and interesting!  Four couples of us went up for the day.  And to Rockport.


Bye now.

Lots of love,

Frances

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To Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Virginia Hornor, 125 Rockwood Street, Brookline, Mass

March 19, 1953


Dear Mrs. Chase,


More than a month ago your dear Frances asked Dr. Hornor and me to come over to dinner, and when we were there she gave us that delightful Valentine you had sent to her for us.  It was, I think, as delicious candy as I’ve ever tasted as well as some of the prettiest, and we are most grateful for your lovely thought.


You and Mr. Chase have been very often in our thoughts this winter, and many, many times I have planned to write to you, but any correspondence this winter has gone below the vanishing point.  We have had several unforeseen happenings and then just at Christmas time, I learned that my mother was ill and I went dashing down to Memphis the week before Christmas and brought her back with me, and for the first time, just today, it seems that she is going to be all right again.  I need not try to tell you how happy that makes us.


I was so sorry to hear of your mother’s severe illness and going, early in the year.  But I am glad she was spared a long painful illness.


I wish I could tell you how much we have enjoyed Fras this winter, and what a splendid job she has done with her little apartment in Cambridge -- it was a pleasure to have her with us while she was finding a place to live, in the fall, and I am sure when you and Mr. Chase come East you will be pleased to see what an attractive living arrangement she has made -- I was very glad when they took on the third roommate, so she and Fras are more congenial than Fras and Sally and I think the whole situation is greatly improved -- Sally interests lie so completely with her fiance’ that she hasn’t much time for any other companionability, but Fras has made a most successful adjustment, and I think deserves great credit.


We look forward to seeing you both in the summer.

Sincerely yours,

Virginia Hornor

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

21 East 51 Terrace,  Kansas City 12, Missouri

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

March 23, 1953


Dear Folks,


Well, here it comes -- March.  After that pleasant scolding I received yesterday from Kansas City, I knew that this would have to be a real complete type letter and the best way I know to make it that is to start in the usual way with the most recent happenings and back up, taking things as they come in chronological order -- until I’m bored and you, too.

Yesterday I told you about going to church with Don but not about Symphony.  It was a tremendous thrill, as always.  They played some Mozart, some Hindemith and that frantic Ravel “La Valse” and they chose to end the season with -- joy of joys -- Brahms Fourth.  It was perfection itself -- one continuous thrill.  Really there is nothing nicer that I can think of for my folks than to take off for Chicago the weekend that the Boston Symphony is in Chicago and go hear them.  Also why not take in the Art Museum and a couple of fun places to eat.  And maybe a show.  Please?  You get so much sleep that you must be in shape for a drive.  And finances -- never any excuse.  You are talking to one whose Easter hat, dress, coat and shoes -- all needed -- are a quick trip to Wilkes-Barre….Gee, I’d be so pleased if you went.


After Symphony yesterday, we went to the Window Shop -- a place we must go to when you are in Cambridge...We went for tea -- especially nice there.


Go the calendar out -- here we go.  Saturday, the 21st, Don came over right after lunch and took me over to the library to get some records.  The Cambridge public library rents records -- 78s and old but since I can’t afford records, I have really appreciated these.  I have currently been getting acquainted with Hindemith’s “Mathias the Painter” and Roy Harris’ Third.  Also a bit of Bach and Mozart.  




After that we got out the map and decided to drive -- lovely day and all.  We set out for Gloucester but I’d been there recently so we went on to Newburyport and then wanted to see Portsmouth and so on till we ended up in Maine.  And since we would stop and go rock climbing or such every time we got an opportunity, it was somewhat later than we planned when we got back.  We stopped at a Red Coach Grill -- always terrific food and good, nice service -- on the way back for dinner and then when we got here in Boston, he stopped for his coat and gave me a nickel tour of the ship -- most compact and complex.  By then we’d missed every show and such in town so we just went and sat and had a couple of drinks and talked and called it a day -- fun day.


Heavens, you don’t even know Don.  I met him at one of those Intercollegiate Dances about two weeks ago.  He is 23, 6’3”, sang second tenor in the Glee Club -- at the Coast Guard Academy at New London, Conn.  lives near New Haven, is in Boston with the Coast Guard.  He is just as nice as he can be -- polite and just always helpful and such and so thoughtful, has spark and is fun but he has a lot of growing up to do.  His thinking is somewhat platitudinous and superficial and most of all, he cannot decide to be himself and be honest with himself and admit that he does not like just what the best people like or do or such -- has a hard time leaving the social being and instead being himself.  That I really don’t like.  Basically it is awfully important.  So he is not anyone I could be serious about -- until he grew up at least.  But he’s awfully good company.  

Full name:  Donald Preston Courtsel


Friday 20th, one of the neighbors, Dave Brody, took me to a concert here at Harvard.  Some visiting professor played the viola de gamba…(discussed early music)...Afterwards we had coffee and ice cream with Allan (another neighbor) and his date.  

Parenthetical note -- I slept late Saturday morning.


Thursday, the 19th.  M.J. and I went to Micky McArdle’s for supper -- which her mother prepared -- expert -- but no better than my mother and not half so nice a hostess.

Don came and took me in time to prepare to entertain another friend, Liz Buddington and her date for bridge.  Don is somewhat of a novice at bridge, we all discovered quite soon, and I hadn’t played since Christmas but still we beat them point-wise because they continually over-bid.  Good time was had by all.


Wednesday, the 18th, I sang.  I am getting nearer and nearer to a solo part in the G & S production, mainly by default.  All the good soloists are in a production of “Iolanthe” which one of the Harvard houses is giving.  And now that I have mentioned it, I probably won’t get it.  It is a very minor part but solo nevertheless.


Tuesday, the 17th.  Don came over right after work and we went to a cocktail party given by his commanding officer, in Arlington.  We went right over, with the understanding that it would last from 6 to 8 and with profuse promises that we would eat immediately after.  We left at 11 amid protests and with empty stomachs and had been drinking Manhattans.  But your sensible daughter had no hang-over.  Quite a feat, eh?  And do you want to know a secret?  -- I had the curse, first day.  Nary a bite had I eaten since breakfast of egg and orange juice.  But it hasn’t given me trouble enough even to make me have to lie down since Christmas.  Don’t feel just real red hot but don’t miss work!  Anyway at party, again a good times was had by all.  All the officers were there and I knew practically all of them and their dates too.  A good bunch.  The party didn’t end until 4 that morning.


Monday night I slept.  Also every time I am up late, I sleep on my lunch hour.  Your daughter is so So sensible.


Sunday, the 15th, I went with M.J. to babysit with the Rochlin children -- always a pleasure -- listening to records, reading magazines, etc.  Only all we did was knit and listen to music.


On Saturday the 14th, Don asked me to go to New Haven to a wedding.  That is where I met all the ensigns from the ship.  We drove down -- gorgeous day -- with a good friend and his date and had a great time -- ice cream cones on the way, etc.  The wedding was lovely and so was the champagne afterwards.  First thing first, the bride wore satin and the maids pink taffeta.  They carried violet nosegays, with a rose added so that of the maid-of-honor, and the bride carried while lilacs with a white orchid in the center.  And thanks for the details for Sue Ann and Janet Jo’s weddings.  The wedding was held in the Chapel at Yale and the reception in a fraternity.  They had a nice dance orchestra as well as nice liquid refreshment.  

About 8 the two of us went to Don’s house to get some books, etc. for him and his mother had a steak dinner waiting for us.  She is very German and very nice and very motherly.  And his father is worldly -- knows how boys will be.  They have less money than we do.  --- After dinner we went back and joined the party which had turned to Scotch.  But, as always we were sensible -- even though our companions weren’t -- so Don had to drive but was in shape, of course.  When we got back here, at 1 am, we went to another party given by a friend of Ruth who was the date of Earl, who is Don’s friend.  That was very dull and we left about 3.  Dead.


Friday the 13th, I treated M.J. to the Harvard - Radcliffe Glee Club concert because she treated the Friday before -- Drumbeats and Song, Radcliffe’s musical, also with the Harvard Band as an added and popular feature.  Both were good entertainment.


Thursday, the 12th, Don took me to hear the Chicago Symphony.  They played an interesting program -- Wagner Overture to “Die Meistersinger”, Beethoven’s Eroica and a marvelous Czech modern thing -- terrific -- and “Pictures at an Exhibition” (I can’t spell the composer -- that’s too much).  But the orchester can’t hold a candle to -- you know who.  They were good though and I enjoyed it.  I had dinner with M.J. and Sal before with Mrs. Gulick, Ed’s mother.


I don’t know about you but I’m worn out.  

Excelsior!


Wednesday, the 11th, marked the first of this musical marathon with a concert at Wellesley by Alexander Brailovsky…(Chopin)...


Summary time -- a new friend, Louise Horgan, went with me and came for dinner before;  the neighbors came for dessert the night before, we swam one night, I saw Frank Ham one night -- not holding my breath until I have that pleasure again though we parted best of friends.  And in the coming week I sing Wednesday, go to the movies tomorrow, and to the MEADOWS Thursday, with Don.  Saturday we are going to a party given by a dear girl, Alice Walsh, who is a Radcliffe friend of M.J.s   Also we want to show him Wellesley on a bright sunny afternoon, and go to Science Park, Durgin-Park, Symphony once more, fly a kite, all sorts of things.  And he leaves April 5 for patrol until the middle of May and after five days in, leaves again for another patrol.  So after next week it will be -- goodbye Don -- for a while.


There is another Intercollegiate coming up after Easter.


I very much appreciate all the packages -- the thimble, the dress, the cooker and all.  You are very sweet parents.  I am so much luckier than M.J. or Sal that I hate to talk about my good parents.  Can’t wait for those three whole weeks with you this summer.


And Mother, I sure do want you to come here next Spring.

Be good and I love you very much.

Fras


P.S.  I forgot to mention a series of four lectures on “the Development of Modern Architecture” given by a man from the Royal Academy in Denmark. Very good and very interesting!


Many thanks for the stockings!  Such fancy sheer ones are quite a pleasure.  Very thoughtful of you, Mother and Daddy.  F.

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Donald Preston Courtsal, summer of 1953
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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

(incorrectly mailed to 21 East 51 Terrace, Kansas City, Missouri while they lived at 5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas)

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

April 12, 1953


Dear Folks,


When is vacation to be, which I am spending in your part of the world?  If something has been decided or if you have preferences, do tell me and we can get the question setted on this end.  One thing to consider seriously is that Sally asked me to be in her wedding and I don’t particularly want to be.  Don’t, in a word.  It is just another Betsy deal – much more trouble that it is worth to me.  Since it is to be on the 15th of August and I remember you preferred the first three weeks in August, those three weeks sound good to me.  Don’t know about those at work.  


Does the new house have any fireplaces – usable fireplaces??  Ours has been a joy.


Life around here has been somewhat more orderly since Don is gone.  I have washed, ironed, cleaned and letters are getting written.  I’ve called people I haven’t seen or talked with for ages, and soon I may have time to read and maybe analyze a symphony, who knows?


Thank you, Mother, for the composer book and the beautiful slip, too.  We forgot them in our list over the phone.


Daddy, I sure was sorry to miss you when I called.  That is really great about the house – You old clever things! (really quite a young thing to do)


Speaking of getting old, which could possibly be deduced from the preceding, I am nearly 23 and for the first time ever, I feel I am not getting any younger.  Dreadful.  What is the solution?  I don’t mind the way I feel and I don’t feel old by any means, but – 23 – gad.  As an entity, it ain’t so good.


Fun thing happened last week.  Background:  Don was supposed to leave for patrol the weekend I went to see Aunt Fan.  The ship was not in readiness so possibly he would be here when I got back.  Anyway we took no chance and had a big time the Wednesday before I left – went to Abber Wheeler’s for dinner and then to the Meadows.  Well he met me at the plance on Sunday, so we bought a bag of groceries and I cooked dinner for him – because he had left home without any supper in time to get to Boston to meet my plane.  And then we went to Cronins for a beer.  Monday they were to load ammunition down at Nantasket and he didn’t know if he’d get back to see me on Monday – so we said goodbye in a final sort of way again.  And he got back about 8, so we went down to the Square to the O. G. to be very intellectual and thoughtful.  Another kind of farewell (Incidentally, we discovered long ago that we would much rather go someplace where we can just sit and talk by ourselves than to go to a movie or on a double date – bad sign, eh?)

Tuesday – no Don; all gone.  Frank Ham called up for a date Saturday night so life really was going on without Don.  


        (Are you bored, Daddy?  Point of the story coming soon…)


Wednesday afternoon about 3:30, the phone was for me and it was – Mr. Courtsel.  The boat had changed shape, about a millimeter and all the bearings  were burning out on the boat so they had to turn around in the middle of the Atlantic and come back to Boston.

So we went to Durgin Park for dinner, came back to Cambridge so I could exchange heels for loafers and he could chat with his good friends, Sal and M. J., and we were off to Cronins for more beer.  They finally got off the next day – until the sixth of May.  Big weekend for the 8 - 10th of May and Tree Day is the 16th, and Wellesley night at the Pops.


Frank Ham, as always, is a menace – very interesting and puzzling and something of which to be wary.  We had a terrific time last night at a square dance in Concord.  Remember, I went to one last year with him (and I wore my denim skirt last night – terrific, Mom).  Had a terrific time too.  And I danced with two U.N. delegates – one from France and from Germany.  A group of about 25 were traveling around gathering local color.

An old English movie and Mary Lou Ulery for dinner about finish off this week.


Oh – we were invited to the neighbors’ today for dinner – pot roast with potatoes and carrots, plus corn, quarters of lettuce heads (which they eat in watermelon fashion) and grapefruit before, orange juice during and fruit salad after.  They are so funny!  Terrific records and player going all the time.


Aunt Fan was very generous to me so now I have money to buy records.  And she gave me a painting she did, cookies, a slip, some extra place mats and a book of Ogden Nash she didn’t like - which I love.


Gad – it is late.  And I must get my sleep you know.

Quite tickled to be coming home this summer and quite looking forward to going to Colorado.  

As always, if ever possible, it would be wonderful to show M.J. the midwest, K. C. at least and better – Colorado.  Possible not both but the latter.  Good company for me if you want to sit and sleep.


I forgot Neal.  He is off again for one of his tours.  This time it is Holland and then Italy.  

Piano lessons are progressing satisfactorily.  


Must run – Much love,

Fras

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

April 27, 1953


Howdy do and how are you, dear folks – 


As I consult my list, it seems that it all is addressed to you, Dad, because I’ve had three letters from you and none, absolutely none, from my mother.  She can’t talk again!  Guess she doesn’t love me because if she did, she’d write.  Isn’t that her reasoning?  Ha, Mommy, try and get out of this one.


Well, Dad, as I was saying, thanks for the word on wheat.  Very enlightening.

The word on French is no.  It is a two-hour course and I can only take one hour.  Spanish is out under any condition.  As far as French or Italian go, I’d only be interested in their relative values in terms of opera and literature.  What does the language of dipomacy mean to me?

Of course, French restaurants must be considered.  Whatever the language, if I get real hopped up about it, I may take an extension course this fall.


I have been living a very sane and orderly life recently as you will soon see.  But fair warning:  I shall not be heard from between the 6th and the 18th of May while Don is home.  

I got the solo – very insignificant, but nevertheless the one I wanted.  Performance on May 8.


Have appointment with fine dentist a week from tomorrow…


Please forgive me if I seem to pester but I don’t think I presented my case very well for M. J.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

May 3, 1953


Dear Folks,


What’s the news with the new house?  I’ll bet you’re really having an adventure.  Won’t you take some pictures soon?  Can’t wait to see it in August – and you.  Say, are we going to Evergreen for those other two weeks?  Let’s go somewhere we can swim, go rowing and riding and such.  I don’t mean a formal resort place at all but we have to swim!  And of course I shall do lots of cooking – after a week of grace at “home.”


Speaking of home – what do I do about my Missouri driver’s license which expires May 15?

What is my legal residence?...


Half the letter gone and I haven’t started my list – here goes —

Job:  my job is my greatest luxury, I figure.  It costs me $15 a week.  But I enjoy the work. 

I don’t have to ride the subway, the environment is quite stimulating, the people are my good friends.  I can’t conceive of changing.  Also next fall and such is likely to be traumatic and it would help to have something sure in those 8 hours.

On the other hand, Mr. Clark isn’t going to be there and Mr. Newby is far from his equal.  But Dad, when your bosses change, you don’t leave your job.  As far as promotion, I am in a situation far different from the Telephone Company.  Polly has been there 5 years because she has not asked to leave.  Have no doubts about Polly’s ability and the quality of her work – She’s top notch!  Mr. Clark tells her to go to Personnel and ask for advancement and that is the only way for her to change.  We four are all equal in this job and there is no better job in our office.  To get a better job, we let Personnel know we are available and what we want and supposedly we get it.  But there is no job I want more.  And I haven’t exhausted this job, as Polly has.  And within Harvard there isn’t enough salary advancement to make it worthwhile to change.  And I just don’t want to work in Boston, at least for a year.


Money is about the only thing that could force me to change, aside from Mr. Newby which really isn’t a very good reason.  So far I have managed with money to my satisfaction.  

I haven’t gotten to New York and I haven’t saved but a bare minimum but my clothes are in credible shape, adequate and now nearly all cleaned.  I eat well and have a good place to live.  Doctor bills are a threat but you have been kind enough to take care of that (dentist) so far.  The tally is OK for another year I think.  So Bebe makes more money but her job is no more interesting and makes her no more happy than mine does me, I’ll bet.


And my work has been satisfactory.  You were quite unfair, Dad, to say that other things interfered and cut the quality of my work.  You had no grounds in which to conclude that and further more, and finally, you were wrong.  I handled the entire recruiting season alone and at the end received congratulations from Mr. Clark, the girls, Mr. Newby and compliments from the recruiters themselves.  Both men said they very much wanted me to handle it next year again.  Again if you have some doubts about such things, why don’t you find out the truth rather than making groundless assumptions.  And remember – I don’t work for the Telephone Co. where quality equals promotion in an organizational way.  And don’t forget I don’t have to get up until 8:15 am.

Excuse me while I get over my mad.


Let’s talk about what I’ve been doing lately.  The highlights are the opera and I am a Camera.  M. J. and I went to opening night of the Metropolitan’s week here to see La Forza Del Destino.  The sets were melodramatic, the plot is practically non-existent and the acting was distracting – and the same for the audience.  But the music – superb!  We heard Zinka Milanov, Richard Tucker with Leonard Warren as the brother.  They were perfection itself.  What a joy!

But never will I go to another opening night!  About half the people came in after the overture started, they leaped out of their seats the minute she died, all running out to see and be seen.  And so unappreciative they were!  They almost didn’t let them finish the series of curtain calls that is the bare minimum (from minor roles to stars, appearing alone or in pairs).  Dreadful!  There were some handsome people there, it is true and many a safe deposit box had been opened.

I am a Camera by Isherwood is a somewhat serious play and interesting.  I enjoyed it but it’s not extra extra great.


Other than that…Nancy has been here about every other weekend.  Janet and Dwight were over with their new baby.  Five hours of ironing for me.  I decided to do all my cottons before Don came on Wednesday.  So, I’m off to iron…


One more interesting thing.  I have four men.  Isn’t that a phenomenon!

Two are major – two are minor.  This is all lovely except that Neal and Don are really serious  and I don’t quite know what to make of it.  Something has to be done though.  Not in the next week or month.  Don’t get over-wrought.  It is just that this is a new awareness to me.


It is now three hours, five dresses, two skirts, two blouses and three pair of pedal pushers later. 

Don’t worry about my stringing the two boys along.  When Don comes back, I shall tell him about Neal and I’ve promised nothing to Neal.  He is so dead set on us and I can’t see why

And I tell him I do want to get to know him and respect him and all but I can’t say I’m in love with him.  As far as I’m concerned, it is a matter of time in either case.


The two minors are Frank Ham – who has recently had chicken pox and came to see me Wednesday after getting out of the infirmary on Tuesday – attentive but also taking out someone else.  And Joe Calise whom I met a week ago at Intercollegiate.  He is a good dancer, very good looking, imaginative and generally fun – only a passing fancy though.  He was a business manager at Rhode Island University and lives in Providence.  He is here with the Navy – in Intelligence.  All very hush- hush, cloak and dagger stuff.  He is the one who took me to the Pops and the Savoy.


That should hold you over until the 18th I guess.

Love, Fras

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

June 10 and June 22, 1953


Dear Folks,


June 10

This is just a note to tell you how much I love you.  Your letters came today and couldn’t have come at a better time.  Things with the job are working out well, and see friends for dinner and go out with Joe and Frank, and Mikey arrived today.  That seems OK.  But for some reason, for the last week, the whole venture has suddenly hit me as very hard.  I don’t have enough money and I don’t have enough love.  Possibly I’ve had too much before.  I can’t imagine having too much love, at least.  But I figure that feeling poor and feeling lonely comes to everyone and just because it is hard to pull thru is no reason to give up.  Your letter suggested to me how wonderful it would be to just go home, but that isn’t the best solution, but then those letters help.  Any spare pats on the back are much appreciated.  August should help considerably.  But it seems a long way off sometime.


June 22

This was written over a week ago.  But it sure is true!  Some days and weeks, all is fine and I’m learning and all but sometimes the load gets pretty heavy.  I hope you see what I mean.  

Fras


P.S.  The check is found.   What next?  F.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

July 10, 1953


Dear Folks,


Never has life been more busy and exciting (and somewhat tense).

First of all, see enclosed jottings on my visit to the University Travel Service about proposed trip to K.C.  It looks pretty great to me – direct service from Boston, etc. etc. 

Thank you for recently arrived large check.  Your donation to the needy is received with gratitude.  

I just made a survey of my recent activities and concluded that it would make better vacation conversation than letter reading.  A few high points – summer theater in Wellesley (The Taming of the Shrew), Esplanade concerts by the great Boston Pops Orchestra, three days at the beach with much swimming in the ocean, and tomorrow, to Tanglewood, the hangout for the Boston Symphony in the summer.  

Don and I are going to hear an evening of Bach – the Brandenburg Concertos to be specific.

And next weekend I am spending at Don’s house in Branford – plans for sailing and much swimming with a trip to the Academy, etc.


I see Frank and Joe, too, a great deal.  But Don is the most insistent, a bit too much so at times, but understandable, and he also likes to come over and read to me when I iron, etc. and doesn’t insist on a dress-up, late hour date all the time.  Frank also drops in unexpectedly at times.  Neal arrives around the 20th.  


Nancy comes to room with us this weekend!  Only for the summer.  Tentative plans are for the two of us (Nancy and me) to room with M.J. Clark, my friend from Philadelphia.  Very tentative!  Did you hear all about our Chinese roommate?  If not, you will.


Thank you, Mother, for sending Pat a present.  Very thoughtful!  And thanks for the squeeze gadget.

See you soon!  

Lots of love, Fras

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Don Courtsal sailing his father's rowboat with Frances Chase, summer  1953

Frances Chase sailing with Don Courtsal, Short Beach, CT, 1953

Fred Courtsal's rowboat, Frances Chase on the left, summer  1953
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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 20 Trowbridge Street, Apt. # 7, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

July 27, 1953


Dear Folks,


Less than five days to go!

I’ll be about the happiest girl in the world when I arrive in Kansas City.

The money situation has somewhat improved but this other deal I can’t seem to improve.  I guess I’ll just learn to live with it.  I mean essentially the lack of someone whom I can confide in and turn to for advice and even more, reassurance.  Boy, it will be the best to be around two people who reassure me until I’m dizzy.  That’s the greatest!


Aunt Ethyl called me from Harwich before they left and we exchanged platitudes.  Details later.

A few specific details now:  there is no round-trip ticket arrangement for air coach to my knowledge, at least on TWA.  You buy two one-way tickets.  

Next:  would you get me an appointment with Calvert, please, for haircut and the works.

Fact:  Harvard provides free legal service for employees but no advantage on medical things, other than in the Employees Clinic and they don’t handle physicals.  It seems to me that the time I have during vacation is a fine time for that sort of thing.  If you also approve, would you make me an appointment?


I forgot to tell you what I did with my birthday present.  I bought a new swimming suit about the last part of June and I’ve used it lots.  Also many compliments.  I still have $13 I haven’t had time to spend.  I have lots of ideas for it.


Neal has been and gone.  I am sending his pictures and all back because it is a no go as far as I’m concerned.  It was obvious from the moment he arrived that we have a basic personality conflict which is useless to fight.  Couldn’t stop putting in a word about how grand Don has been.  Paradoxically he is the greatest comfort I have while at the same time being the root of most of the trouble!  He sure is sweet!  And kind and attentive.  And fun.

And Frank has been a real ROCK.  But sometimes he is kind of an island, lots of times in fact.


I hate to brood and sound low but I am sometimes and there is no one to tell my troubles to and that is bad and so it goes.  I need my Mommy and Daddy I guess.

I know.  The sun rises Friday.


Lots of love, Fras.

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 4 Chauncy Terrance, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

September 18, 1953


Dear Folks,


So much news!  (telephone here is Kirkland 7–6013)

But most important is how much I’ve enjoyed your letters – very much.


Now to the news – first, I bought a teaspoon of that silver pattern I showed you, Mother.  It is the one known at Jaccard’s as Marie-Louise at Shreve, Crump and Low.  It is English Scroll! 
Love it!!


Finger is long forgotten.  No, it didn’t rot away or anything;  all healed!


The watch arrived and works perfectly.  Thanks ever so much.  And same goes for the jumper – a perfect job!


Blood count was checked a week ago and I’m the red-bloodiest girl in Cambridge – in great shape!  No more pills or anything.  And I can give blood if I take the pills again afterwards to make sure all is well.  The whole trouble is the excessive amount of blood I lose every month.

Hope you’re not embarrassed, Daddy, but it is rather good news.  My insides are in great shape, as evidenced by the swift recovery.


Rest is running out my ears.  Frank has been in Washington for 10 days and Don is a Newport – comes up each weekend.


After due consideration, I have a working hypothesis (only a hypothesis thus far) – Frank must go.  I can so be myself and express myself and have a wonderful time and think all very freely with Don.  But with Frank, I always feel squelched.  If ever we got along, it would be neutral compromise at best.  I like intuition and he likes reason and never the twain shall meet.  Physics is a total loss and I can’t ever get my soul into politics and vice versa for the the things I like.  Too bad because he’s a nice boy!  Can’t love all the nice boys.


Love to you,

Fras


P.S.  Daddy, between you and me, give my best to Charlie L.

P.P.S.  One of the Davenport boys is married!  Rumor was not more specific.  Be discrete since we have not been notified!  F.


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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 4 Chauncy Terrace, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

October 7, 1953


Dear Folks,


Hello again. I can’t think of anything to write about since I am such a good girl;  I shall write anyway.


Oh – the red dress is at your disposal, Mother.  Have a good time in it ! – Many of them.


Another message – Neal wrote me a postcard asking me to send him your address.  

It was such a rude card I do not choose to acknowledge it.  I shall send you his address and you can do what ya please about it.  (Can’t find it now.  Will send on later)


News – I got a raise in July and now another in October so I am up to $200 a month.  

When I think of how little I made last year ($ 165), how much more rent ($50 as opposed to $35 now) and how much I spent on fixing up that other apartment, I really don’t know how I did it.

On the apartment, I have the extra room by myself now so sleep is not interrupted (much), even though it is frigid out there.  But better, we have a good lead on an apartment, available Dec. 1.  It is only a block from work, in very nice shape, for two at $ 75 a month.  But unfurnished.  We are still in the considering stage.


Don is sure to come during vacation.  I haven’t approached Mrs. Newby yet but I shall tomorrow.  I hope to have the week between holidays.  Don gets in from patrol on the 24th so he will go home for Christmas.  Then, off to K.C. on Saturday or Sunday, flying.  The we can fly back together the next Sunday.  How does that sound?


As for activities, tomorrow I am going square dancing with Frank and Saturday to the game with him.  Saturday night I have a date with a B-School boy (from University of Wisconsin, ‘52) whom I don’t particularly like.  He’s OK but — too shallow and too willing to tell you how great he is.


Frank is reading War and Peace on my suggestion!

Don is above Labrador, this side of Iceland (or Greenland?) until November 4.  We had a great time before he left – luscious dinners and all;  made a picture, modern, with string and plywood and such;  Saturday went to Connecticut to take car, playing shunpike, gathered leaves for his mother, bought some gorgeous apples to eat on the way – great !


Drop me a postcard about vacation?

Hi to Nick.

Much love, Fras

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To Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 4 Chauncy Terrace, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

November 1, 1953


Dear Folks, 


Your answers (Wasn’t that speedy?)

COURTSAL, Mother.


I don’t know where I am spending Thanksgiving. Hadn’t thought of it.  I suppose at the Hornors.  I check in via telephone now and then.  Plan to go over next weekend to deliver an ivy holder (return I should say).


No singing group this year, sad to say.  I didn’t want to go back to the Gilbert and Sullivan and the one I really wanted is in Boston, and I can’t find anyone to go with me.  And around here, I don’t care to go out after dark alone.  So, I miss it very much.  


Same apartment and just as horrid but we can’t find anything Nancy can afford.  May give the Watkins angle a try,  Thank you for the suggestion and our thanks to Mrs. Mason too.  But we must have furniture and lots of it!


Ahem, I am awaiting further word from you about financing the trip.


More on music – Nancy and I went to the first Symphony concert of the season this afternoon.

Magnificent as usual.  For the past couple of weeks, Nancy and I have spent night after night talking about music.  I discovered she didn’t like chamber music and from there learned she knew next to nothing about music in general.  So – armed with old music papers, many records and my Harvard Dictionary of Music, I brought to her awareness the difference between counterpoint and harmony (she didn’t know what a chord was), duple and triple rhythm, the various instruments and the tonic and the dominant.  Not bad in two weeks, eh?  Forms are next, as well as developments of previously mentioned subjects.


Wednesday Don arrives in Boston and plans are piling up already.

So glad to hear of all your doings, entertaining, playing piano, planting flowers.  Everything.

Mr. Courtsal is fine.  It was just a rest.  Out in four days.  


(Transcribers note: Fred J. Courtsal had been hospitalized with shingles).


Will write soon.

Much love, Fras.

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To Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane, Kansas City 3, Kansas

From Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Donald P. Courtsal

USCGC Humboldt, Boston 13, Massachusetts

November 13, 1953


Dear Mrs. Chase,


I received your letter a few days ago and would like to take this opportunity to accept your invitation to visit you and Mr. Chase during the latter part of the Christmas holidays.  Frances has told me so much about you and your lovely home that I am quite thrilled at the prospect of being able to be with you.  


I have been looking forward to meeting you and Mr. Chase for some time.  In view of the decision that Frances and I made last week, this has assumed even greater importance.  Neither of us would dream of doing anything of an official nature without our meeting first.  

I would much prefer to have been able to meet you before asking Frances to marry me, but the great distance separating us, and the fact that the service doesn’t allow me very many long periods of free time, made this seem rather impractical.  The thought of waiting longer just didn’t appear to be realistic.  I sincerely hope you will be able to understand this because your opinions are of great importance to both of us.


I have always enjoyed visiting new places and seeing new things and I’m sure this trip will provide some wonderful opportunities to do both.  The thought of seeing the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers and of gazing upon land that is reasonably level and not strewn with boulders of all shapes and sizes, is wonderful.  The Plaza Christmas lights sound like something I would expect to find in a fairy land.  Frances has described the Art Museum and the Scout and many other exciting things and I can hardly wait to see them.  There was an article in
“Holiday” magazine recently about Missouri in general.  I haven’t been able to read it thoroughly as yet, but by browsing through it, I have gotten the impression that that part of the Mid-west is really quite an interesting place.


I hope you will forgive my tardiness in replying to your letter and I want to thank you very much for extending such a kind invitation.


Sincerely,

Donald Courtsal



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Don Courtsal visits Frances Chase' parents, December 1953
at the Dudley's home, Hazel Dudley in the center

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To Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane,  Kansas City 3, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 4 Chauncy Terrace, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

February 12, 1954


A birthday card

(note that both mailing addresses are now different)

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To Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane,  Kansas City 3, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 360 Harvard Street, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

April 27, 1954 (preparing for her wedding, to Donald Courtsal, on May 22, 1954)


Dear Mother,


All the paper-type things arrived yesterday -- just another of the many things you have attended to with such good taste and complete attention.  Thanks so much!

I especially like the color of the informals.  


Hope I didn’t alarm you too much with the telegram.  It seemed best, if there was a possibility of correction.  You’ll be pleased to know Mrs. Carson made a mistake too -- put my full name on the inside envelope!


SOS -- take the G. P. Thomases off the list and add, for Aunt Fan, Miss Helen Pease at 6 West Union Street, Wilkes-Barre, PA.  And please do keep in mind that even an announcement is better than an invitation and no reception card at least for my list.

An announcement is only useful as a last resort.


Love, Fras

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To Mrs. Hamilton Chase

5528 Tahoe Lane,  Kansas City 3, Kansas City, Kansas

From Frances L. Chase, 360 Harvard Street, Cambridge 38, Massachusetts

May 5, 1954, Wednesday (her wedding date was May 22, 1954)


Dear Folks,


Please excuse silence but we have devoted all extra hours of day and night to finding an apartment.  We succeeded -- great success!  We have a terrific place, huge, even with dining alcove with full table, very nice all over.  Tomorrow we are going over to measure windows, etc. so I’ll have more specific description later.  Also we have realized how many pictures, end tables, lamps, rugs, curtains ad infinitum a place requires.  So far we had limited our lists to silver, china, etc.  Gad.  By the way, Mother, it’s a good thing we dropped our consideration of color schemes because the living room wall is painted 100% blue.


The above items could be recommended as wedding presents -- to those with reliable taste -- nothing Victorian and not black wrought iron -- graceful, contemporary, comfortable, dignified, etc. will be fine.  For other people -- ??-- a toaster would be grand.  And we still like the sheets and cases with colored trims.  


Well, people, you can imagine my dismay on realizing that the Sunday is of all days in the year, Mother’s Day.  Believe me, if I’d known that, the last letter would not have been so clear cut.  After much debate, it seems that though it would be very nice to be with my family on Mother’s Day, my first responsibility is here with Don.  We have so few days and so many things to share with this business of getting married.  And since we have worked so hard on this apartment hunting, it seems as if he isn’t really back.  So I have a reservation air coach for Sunday at 5 -- get in Kansas City at 10:30.  I haven’t checked the flight number -- haven’t got the ticket yet!  If there is a change, I’ll let you know.


Ho, Daddy, I had to laugh at your going-to-bed theme.  I haven’t been up after 10 pm since the middle of March.  And now I’m worse because of the apartment hunting -- a most exhausting process.  Also I am now a devotee of the afternoon nap at all opportunities.


I must be off -- I have my wedding dress and veil.  The dress may need minor alterations but it fits quite well enough for a picture.  Also shopping was dropped in favor of rest last week so I shall need at least two days next week for that (??) etc.  I don’t even have a going away outfit.


Bye for now.

Much love,

Fras

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Viola and Fred Courtsal with Lieuween and Hamilton Chase
May 21, 1954 at Tahoe Lane, Kansas

Lieuween and Hamilton Chase on their daughter's wedding day
May 22, 1954, Tahoe Lane, Kansas


                                                      Frances L. Chase on her wedding day

Frances and Hamilton Chase at the start of her wedding to
Donald Courtsal, May 22, 1954

Frances and Donald Courtsal on their wedding day, May 22, 1954
Kansas City, Kansas


Frances and Donald Courtsal, May 22, 1954

Donald and Frances Courtsal after their wedding reception
May 22, 1954, Tahoe Lane, Kansas City,  Kansas

Donald Courtsal in the Ozarks on his honeymoon, May 1954