Moe & Gertie: Continued Correspondence

Moe replies to Gertie's letter in the 12/14/22 PCN

Dear Gertie,

I'm sure enough in the doghouse now. I finally got up enough nerve to ask the new schoolmarm to go to the dance with me. When she said she would,I got myself all duded up in my new pants and yellow checkered shirt;slicked down my hair,splashed on some bay rum,put on my new shoes and took off. I had a flat tire two blocks from my house,got it changed and two blocks later the radiator went kerfluey. I left it there and hobbled onward.

I was lookin' kinda frazzled when I got to her door. She answered my knock,looking all prim and proper; looked me right in the eye and said,“Moe Jackson, you are most tardy.”

I stood there twistin' my hat in my hands and said, “Maam,first off I had a flat tire and then the radiator went kerfluey and I had to walk. I'm sure sorry. And now my new shoes are pinchin' my feet so bad,I couldn't dance even if I wanted to.

She just stood there gazin' at me kind of pitiful like; then, she stood back and asked me in. I was some glad to take her up on her word. “Would you care for a cup of tea,"she asked me. “Sorry, I’m a coffee drinkin' man myself,but I sure could use a glass of cold water. "So she invited me in to her kitchen-maybe she saw the look on my face when I noticed that layer cake sittin' there on her counter so she offered me a piece and I sure didn't turn her down. Boy,was it some good!

So we conversed for a bit and then I said I guessed I' d better be getting on home. And she offered to drive me. That was good news.

The next day, I got Jake to haul my old jalopy to his junkyard. And I went to see about getting a new car. I finally settled on Ford coupe. It's pretty snazzy for a used car and I'm in hock up to my eyebrows. But since Miss Pheobe was so nice and all,I thought I might ask her to go for a ride someday to see the countryside.

I'm going to be looking for odd jobs to pay off the coupe. -just glad that I'm a jack of all trades and,even if I do say so, I'm pretty handy at what I do.

I got a postcard from Charlie yesterday - mailed from San Francisco - no return address - so I'm guessing he just wants to stay lost for a while. I sure do miss him. We been friends for a long time.

Well, so long for now,

Your brother Moe

The author of these letters is longtime Phillips County resident Betty Munson. Munson wrote these letters while she was a resident at Havre's Eagles Manor. The characters in these letters are entirely fictional. Please enjoy!