January 4th, 1953 — Joyce is back in Denver after the holidays, surrounded by dorm chatter, souvenirs, and lingering memories of Christmas and New Year’s Eve with Earl. She’s unpacked her “stuff and junk,” pinned her mementos into her scrapbook — most of them marked with Earl’s name — and taken comfort in the small routines of college life.
Her tone is warm and sleepy, full of quiet gratitude and gentle teasing. She mentions dorm gossip — Winnie’s “engagement ring” is really just an old ruby, and the girls are still showing off their Christmas presents. She jokes about a mysterious wet object in a drawer (a mystery left forever unsolved) and plans for the February hockey games.
But the heart of the letter is love — reflective and sincere. Joyce thanks Earl for making her holidays “the happiest of my life,” cherishing both the gifts he gave her and the memories they shared. As she readies for bed, her words settle into soft devotion — the simple bliss of having someone to love who makes “all the unpleasant circumstances bearable.”
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