Oct 5th

My Dears,

Please forgive me for not writing for 2 weeks. A lot happened and I had no time to write.

Right now I am sitting in the office of my newest friend and while he is talking to someone else, I am starting this letter on his business stationery.

Last Saturday I had a very “high” day. In the morning I attended services in the biggest Synagogue here and listened to the wonderful sermon of a really great Rabbi. Then I met Mr. Grossberg — not to be confused with Grossman — as well as Edith’s father and Aunt Henny’s lawyer to talk business.

Mr. Grossberg took me to lunch and then to the fair in beautiful weather, where he let me take a flight in a small balloon like a Zeppelin all over the fair. It was wonderful so high in the air. That 10 min long ride cost $3 per person. Later I met Aunt Henny and went on a sky ride. Also high up like a ride on a bridge in the sky criss-cross above the fairgrounds. It was getting dark by that time and all looked fantastic.

I fell in love with him and his voice

It was a really beautiful evening. Aunt Henny surprised me after work to pick me up with an umbrella as excuse because it was raining. Actually she wanted me to go with her to meet this new lawyer [Leonard J. Grossman*] because Mr. Grossberg, who has always been her lawyer did not seem to get anywhere with her asking for separation and alimony from Julius. This new lawyer recommended by Mr Hamburger, whom she knew, asked to meet me as a witness.

Well, to tell you the truth I fell in love with him and his voice although I understood only about ½ of what he said. The 4 of us went out for dinner then.

Did you get my two postal cards? One from the Subway Cafe with Aunt Henny, Alfred Hamburger and my new friend Leonard J. Grossman. The 2nd postcard card was from the Morrison Hotel Terrace Gardens where Mr. Grossman took me on our first date a week later for dinner and dancing. It was an evening long to be remembered and I did not get home until 4:30 a.m.

Tuesday night I was finally at Samuel’s and we figured out that the grandfather of the Samuel girls and our grandfather Simon Adler must have been cousins. Have not heard from you in 2 weeks but this time you are excused because of the moving.

Love to all of you,
Trudel

[Editor’s note: My father’s name was Leonard Jacob Grossman. I am named after him, but my name is Leonard Albert Grossman. Future mentions of “Leonard” in Trudel’s letters refer to my father.]