Love,
Jim
Jim and Betty’s plans for the future included leaving St. Paul in September and renting or buying (with the assistance of others) a farm near St. John’s. This would take them away from the world of getters and spenders and bring them into the company of such friends in the Movement as Emerson Hynes and Don Humphrey. One possible farm would have made them neighbors of some committed Detachers — whose views Betty loathed.
BETTY WAHL
150 Summit Avenue
January 31, 1946
Dear Betty,
I just got up. It’s hotter than hell in the apartment. I have the windows open. But no cool air comes in. Your letter, one from my mother, one from Fr Garrelts. About the things in your letter. It will be a sad day old JF writes a letter to the abbot2 about a job. As any old pitchman will tell you … never give a sucker an even break. That is what asking for a job is like … anywhere and especially at St John’s. I have seen the abbot operate. He is a good man, but his last name is Deutsch, and if he’s like a lot of other Germans, and I think he is, he expects to get to heaven for not having made any impractical moves during his stay on earth. I have often wondered why they didn’t try to prove, somewhere along the line, that Jesus Christ received a gold watch for 33 years of service. I think, in short, you had better worry about your novel and stop thinking about me and a job. I love you for your interest. On the other hand you are quite young and innocent.
Present plans call for me to visit Stearns County on the 10th, all right, with Fr Egan. Our special end will be to see the Koppy farm.3 Whenever you find out about it, or your father does, just write the details quick. You don’t have to phone.
I see, on rereading your letter, that it was Mariella’s idea to write to the abbot. Please tell her to say the rosary 1,000 times for my special intention. Yes, I found the missal. Who would steal it? We had a good talk last night, Fr Egan and I, and I told him all about everybody’s plans. He had the phrase for the Fandel’s deal. “Fandel’s … Brentano’s,” he said. “Your life is a game of Monopoly. Pay the bank and go back to the start.” I think that takes care of that, except to say I’d have been ashamed to have you working there in the morning, as you suggested. I have always found these man-and-wife, work-and-win, and don’t-forget-to-say-thank-you-to-the-customer combinations very depressing. All right, all right, that’s enough talk about jobs. Please don’t mention them anymore and I won’t. The important things are: I love you; I wish you were here; I wish I were there; I wish we were both somewhere. […]
Love,
Jim
Betty Wahl to Sister Mariella Gable, ca. February 1, 1946
This is to stop you worrying about a number of things. In the first place, the farm was unfit for human occupation, so we have lost that future connection with the Detachers … Anyway, there is a 10-acre plot 2½ miles from St. Ben’s and ½ mile from the St. John’s gate … There, surrounded by Benedictines, and with Emerson only ½ mile off through the woods, all seeds of heresy ought to fall away effortlessly. Jim is only slightly touched by the Detachers. His writing is considerably more influenced by it than his life is. He is much more of an epicurean than a Detacher. He is a sucker for the viewpoint of the Detacher as far as making destructive comments goes …
I agree that Jim needs a conversion, to the positive side of the Church. Dante, Giotto, Gregorian chant, Augustine (used sparingly), Chesterton (large doses, for optimism), Benedictinism,… and the Hynes family. (Dennis gets butter and honey, all over the bread, and down the sides a little.) The plan is still indefinite. He and Father Egan are coming up Monday, but with Father E. listening to every word, I probably can’t do much then, unless I want to convert him too.
BETTY WAHL
150 Summit Avenue
February 1, 1946
My dear Betty,
I love you. Your letter of today was very good. The best I’ve had in some time. There were two things I especially liked, that we could live on $40 a month (whether true or not, I liked it) and that we could put shutters up when we go to Ireland. Because we are going to Ireland sooner or later, if only for a month, and I would prefer to go with you willingly. I went over to see Fr Egan immediately. He agrees that the farm we had in mind is out if it’s the way you say it is. […] Now about the other two spots. I wish you would draw a map of them. […] You say nothing about how much you would expect would be wanted. If they are together and could be bought as a unit, Fr Egan would be interested and would have some cash. […] I am interested. It would seem you have the well-known business sense. Now try to answer all these questions like a good girl.
A good letter from Sr Eugene Marie today with many memories of Fr Kelly. My story about them, I think, will be the best thing I’ve done. It will be as long as Fr Burner, I believe. I guess that’s all I have to say tonight. It’s seven-thirty Friday evening, February 1, 1946, the year I married my wife, Elizabeth Alice. […]
I loves youse.
Jim
BETTY WAHL
150 Summit Avenue
February 5, 1946
Dear Betty,
[…] I am going to sign with Doubleday for two books, the stories and a novel. I will get a “small” advance on the stories and monthly payments on the novel. That is not so bad, is it? […]
I love you.
Jim
BETTY WAHL
150 Summit Avenue
February 6, 1946
Dear Betty,
Wednesday, 11:00 a.m. […]
I was talking with Mother St Ignatius the other day about her nephew and Evie, having mentioned that I was interested in a five-hour night and that I was marrying a St Cloud author (you). Then we talked about a conversion, or rather reconversion, she made with one of the boys working at the hospital, a colleague of mine. He turned Jehovah’s Witness during the war, only, as Ig explained, it was a woman that led him astray. She evidently believes most bad things happen through the offices of women. I agreed with her. I said, however, that you were different and very spiritual and that we didn’t even expect to have carnal intercourse as it’s so carnal we think and mostly live by the spirit. She said that was fine and that she didn’t have time for much c.i. herself. I refer to her as Ig because Fr Kelly used to do so (he is my source and justification).
Well, Keefe4 is in Robbinsdale today. He and Fr Garrelts were erstwhile friends and enemies. He is from Quincy too. We all played on the Quincy College Academy teams — the Little Hawks we were called. That is because the college was the Hawks proper, but we were bigger than the Hawks, us Little Hawks. So you are marrying a Little Hawk, please tell everybody. You must send me your old girdle, now that you have a new one. I will venerate it as a first-class relic. […] Now I must end this. I love you, Betty, and expect to love you more in a couple of weeks. Right now I have 18 or 19 projects knocking around in my head. Send me a kiss the next time. You have never done that. I don’t just want an x either.