This is a letter my Dad sent to his Mother on October 19, 1963. His address is 1471 Hilltop Drive Azusa, California. This is where the lived while Dad was teaching at Cal State L.A. and working on his doctorate at USC. Maybe I should tell that story now. Dad was smart guy I think. I think he whizzed through all his course work for his doctorate. Now, this is the unbelievable part, but I think it's true; he went to take his comprehensive exams to get his doctorate he forgot his glasses and couldn't see the test, and he failed. Now, you would think that a man would go back, explain, and try again. But, when they lived here this was also the place they lived when he left Mother. I just think he was in such a terrible emotional state that he just didn't care and he left for the University of Nevada where he got a job in administration. Never got his doctorate. For me, this house is a very sad remembering. For some reason I was living there for the summer . . . the summer of their discontent. Being who I am, I said to myself, I had a responsibility to at least try to help their situation. So, I said to my Dad, "You know what, maybe if the two of you sat down and talked about it, you could give the marriage another try." I saw my Dad's eyes harden in resolve. I knew then his mind was made up and he was gone. Poor darlings . . . . all of us.
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