Every Friday I send out a real love letter that I’ve transcribed from a stack I bought at the flea market (until they run out — and we’re getting closer all the time). Missed one? Check the chronological list.
This is a weird one, y’all. This is so weird that I just took photos of what was in the envelope so anyone who cares can inspect the evidence! Anyway, Russ sends two pages typed up (you can see them below). But there’s also a little 1961 calendar in the envelope , pictured here:
Here’s the back with some key dates noted:
I initially assumed Russ had included the calendar himself but the “Daddy-Daughter Dance” notation doesn’t seem like something he’d put on his calendar, does it?
Why would a girl circle those dates and shade in so much of October and November?
Well, the typed pages Russ sends offer a detailed explanation of how a pregnancy test works in 1961. Where the letter is folded “Modus operati” is typed at the top, and then, handwritten: “Forgot to include this in the letter.”
Here are the typed pages:
Where did he get this info? And, more importantly, WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
Is this for school? Is this their sly way of discussing a pregnancy scare? I’m inclined to think this is a pregnancy scare, but you know I like things gossipy and salacious!
The rabbit dying was a euphemism for pregnancy in the olden days for good reason. Damn, rabbits have had it rough in our world. They’re just sweet little flower eaters that everybody preys on. It bums me out.
I guess we’ll find out soon if there’s anything that will force them to get married real quick?!
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OMG! The shit is getting real! Daddy needs to get out the shotgun.