Jacksonville, Fla. 10/30/1938
Dear Marie and Valdemar!
Many thanks for your letter which we received today from our family Moller in Miami, and he also wrote that there are 100 $ waiting for us in Miami on his bank book, so ,auf nach Miami” (let’s go to Miami).
The other 100 $ which we should pay to the state here maybe I’ve completely forgotten to tell about it, so now you have to hear about our troubles. Last time we sailed from Jacksonville to Savannah we had planned to do a trip to harbor in between Fernandina, so Peter got a clearance to Fernandina, but when we were outside of this town it was night and we were not quite sure about the lights on the buoys, furthermore we had a nice stern wind so we said to the heck with Fernandina, but when we arrived in Savannah the customs said that’s going to cost you 100 $, please pay! but they changed their mind. I’m sorry to hear that the legs are not so well, this summer really ought to improve a little on it, don’t you get spanked anymore? Over here they have chiropractic in every single town, even the smallest. Here we’re all fine, the children are growing especially the baby, now he can sit up right in the sun in the daytime, he is acting like Valdemar has about with neither this or that on, but in the night it is icy cold and we are ready to move southward again and try to come via Miami to Cuba away from this horrible country where we can’t earn for life’s small necessities. It was not that we were not friends any more that we wanted to part but some day we have to get the kids to school after all and now they have just grown too big all of them for their individual bunks and baskets, so we thought this was the right time but apparently it was not, anyhow, and we put our small beds to soak and have now placed them on shelves also the childrens so now we have room for whole dozens if it’s the room it depends on. Lars is laying in a hammock above the other two. Last bright thought was delivered by Musen. We often have raisin bread for morning coffee where 2 pairs of busy fingers take all the raisins out, but the other day I was serving a package of Sun made raisins and when, Musen saw all of them she said, what a lot the man has picked out of the bread! Our short wave on the radio is broken so we haven’t heard about Johannes Poulsen, but probably in half a year we’ll get a stack of “Berliner” (newspaper) from a steamer where we can find the news, and now I finish with many loving greetings and hope your legs feel better.