It was a sick week, that’s what it was, a sick week. But Elder Headlee got paid anyway.. I was — the stew that never stops (reaction to food)—what’s left of me after I see the dentist (massey)—What’s left of me (headlee) if I don’t get a transfer the 21st.
LuAnn lays it on the line. “WHO do you love? Mais!! Headlee still recovering from “D.J.” —Dear John. It’s been a hard week of tracting. Parents getting a little feisty about me going back to the “Y”. “Rip!” English classes are a little wild.
22 October 1970 Thursday morning
Happy D-Day to me. Happy D-day to me. I receive the big chastise letter from Mom telling me to starting writing in a more flowing style. UH!! We have had a very good week. We set a baptismal date with a 31 year old Bachelor. 6 of Nov or that weekend. I sure hope he comes through. Pagano parents came to church. Really surprised me. They’re working class, rather poor. The man has some good ideas but his wife is a little daffy. Then Déthoors came through with a big 2nd after I expected an X. We had a fine day of contacting. The teams that I was with got in for 5 F.Cs. Headlee didn’t get in once. Got a letter from all three of my women this week. Did the old heart good. LuAnn got the letter I needed to write.
We’ve had some real strong winds and cold weather is finally here.
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