Geneva, Switzerland
December 8, 1948

Dear Velma,

I�m still in Switzerland nursing an infected foot and a hell of a cold. Europe is fine for Europeans, I guess, but for centrally heated New Yorkers, it�s a little rugged right now. I'm looking forward to a birthday dinner tomorrow of a bowl of Yogurt and a fondue with truffles, all if which I would trade for some dried beef gravy and Johnny cake.

Anyhow, I just ran across something in my notes which you should have. Namely, the names of the bright people in Feves with whom you should discuss things.

First, there, is Henri Torlotting, the school teacher. A young, fine fellow with great understanding. You can talk to him frankly. Tell him that Todd will never forget the singing of those kids of his.

Second, Louis Holveck, the Cure. A priest, of course, but no Baptist ever need resent it. Also very young and very wise. Remind him of Todd's trip to the �Bibliotheque� and how much I loved his beautiful old church.

Finally Auguste Berne, Le Maire. He is exactly what a French Mayor should be, but don�t count on too much from him beyond good will. Here again, you can refer to my drinking habits, and assure him that his Mirabelle was the best I ever had. (I realize my comments are making it impossible to show my letters to fellow Kansans, but one obviously can't drink French water)

As far as I can make out, OD is going broke, and I may not even have a secretary when I get back. If that happens, may I set up shop in Morganville? Save out a few cans of powdered milk for me now and then. And possibly a Reugg girl.

Meanwhile, greetings from Switzerland and happy Christmas to all Morganville folk. I would send all of your Feves pictures right now, if it didn�t cost so much. Here�s one to start with however.

Yours,