I’m fascinated by Marcy’s references to contact lenses in these letters; she seems to strongly prefer them to glasses, but by the time I knew her, she almost always wore glasses. She did have a pair of hard contact lenses (when I first found out about them, I was kind of horrified by the idea of putting something in your eye), but I think she almost never wore them. So I wonder what changed in the years after these letters.
(And speaking of contacts, here’s another of those odd money references. In the previous letter, she indirectly asked her parents to pay for her contact-lens insurance; in this letter, she says she assumes they aren’t going to, and that she’s not going to either.)
Another interesting followup in this letter: discussion of Pete Kuner's visit. Not clear to me whether they had gone out at some point, or whether he was just unrequitedly interested.
monday morning [pencil: 8/9/65] 'allo, 'allo. Trust you recieved my last letter by now, which you claimed you didn't get. Glad you are coming along, Daddy. What else are you allowed to do by now? I did wish I would see that beard. oh, well.....maybe you'll let your hair grow to a decent lenght, anyway. Hope you still remember how to drive and such. I assume you aren't going to pay for the contact lens insurance. Which means they will go uninsured, as I sure as hell can't afford it. The Dr. xx sent me the "annual service agreement" furnished by his lab; I'll have to return x it. No great loss; I don't intend to lose them anyway. What did you decide xxxx about your contact-lens-vs-glasses problem? Remember that some people can wear them with no sensation of discomfort even in the first few minutes, and even when you do feel it, it goes away. I'm only aware my lenses are in most of the time by checking to see what details I can see from how far. And I can't x even be comportable in sunglasses as I'm x not used to having anything sitting on my nose at all. It's been delightfully cool here; enough to use a blanket at night. Much rain, but quite tol'able between showers. p.s. to above paragraph: I was reading a 10-th century surgery text, which explores the best method of cauterizing ingrown hairs and fistulas of the eye--one Dr. preferred lye, another used hot lead. both complete with devices for most efficient application. (I'm doing a paper on the history of anatomy and this is a side-track) woosh, some of the ideas they had about delivering babies: if it didn't come out at the right time it was the foetus's fault, and they considered smoking it out, starving the mother so the baby would be hungry and come out for food, and singing it songs about the glories of the outside world. well, we all managed to survive to the time of population problems, withal. Pete Kuner was here Saturday night on his way back from St. Louis (told you about that, I think, in last letter) and much more tolerable than usually. Seems I ruined his life for about 3 years until he finally got over me. Good for the ol' ego but a bit disconcerting nonetheless. Sally went back with him, to pick up her car xxx which was (is?) in New York, for all sorts of unbelievably complex reasons, which I couldn't explain even If I had time to write all ninety pages of it. Last night--no, night before--a bunch of us picked up add went to the Fair--the Greene County Fair, in Xenia. It was really fun: we looked at all the cows and bulls and calves, and some sheep, and something called cheviots, which looked like tremendously wooly goats and were little and kind of ugly, but friendly as all get out. It was night, and none of the 4-H'ers or Friendly Farmers were around to ask, so we still don't know what they were....and we rode on the Ferris wheel and ate cotton candy and affle tappy and such. the excitement lasted for about an hour; then we got bored and came back and went to a movie. Damn dirty commies--can't even enjoy a wholesome American evening of good clean fun. they go right back to their dirty beatnik collegre and look at them Art films. x just a bunch of pornography if you ask me. (the film in question was a cinemascope B-western with Cary Grant and various baddies. I left after the first reel) (not that it was really in question: just that we get kind of resentful at the idiotic mockery that goes on at things like a peace-in-Viet Nam demonstration on Hiroshima Day (Friday) where all the local yokels can do is call us jerks and reds and dirty and obscene--not because they care whether we are or not, but because our politics disagrees with their herd-following. have to get to work. take care.... [handwritten: love] [handwritten: Marcia]
Postmark: Aug 9, 1965, Yellow Springs, Ohio. Handwritten: “Rec’d this 8/11” and “Wrote to M 8/11 + again on 8/15.”