July 5, 1950
Dear Velna, I suppose you are wondering what has happened to me, and I am wishing that at least half of the letters I write would get mailed, because now I won't hear from you now at least for another week, which is way too long, so will do better next time, and mail the first letter instead of the leventieth.
Things are very confusing and seem to be tough all over about going back to the brain factory. It is to the state now where I had to let the University dairy and processing plant know whether I would work for them again this next year. My only answer under the present circumstances as much as I hated it had to be-----no. I won't bore you with the grisly details because I doubt very much if it would make very enlightening reading material. So all I can do now is wait for a miracle and see if I can help one along.
One week things look optimistic, the next week the opposite, so I don't suppose I'll know for sure until Sept. If I don't go back lord knows yet when when I'll see you again unless you can come up some time this summer--I hope. Have never been so confused about everything in general. In fact I am only sure of one thing and am positive of that--have been debating for 5 months about whether or not to admit it, but I am very much afraid that I am in love with you and am too weak willed to keep from admitting it any more. So now I guess I've told you and don't care what you'll think but gee whiz I can't say that, because I do care more than anything else in the world and maybe some day I'll find out.
How are things at the Campus Shop and have you decided what to do with your fortune. Sounds like you are having a lovely time. Have you decided to go to Wyoming and not to BYU when you get out of dear old Laramie High. If you haven't it looks like I will have a full time job to convince you, huh?
Went to Billings Wed. to get a new pair of glasses with lovely orders to wear them all the time. Ha! I mean ha?
There's no news except trials and tribulations and they are all too gruesome so I will do my best to speed up this slow mail between here and Laramie in the future. If you didn't give me up as one strictly sad case before you read this or as a sadder case afterwards. Please write soon. Love Always, Dwight.
This letter, written 66 years ago by a lovesick seventeen year old teenager and read or the first time since then this morning, seems especially poignant to me as what would have been Velna's 83d birthday has just passed on May 24 and since we visited her grave site yesterday. I guess I must have found out what she was thinking.