Weston and UNH

Some of my girlfriends had found Weston for another girl. She was a beautiful musician and had brittle bones. I think she was from up around Freedom, NH. When it didn't work out between them they introduced him to me. He was working in a sorority where he cleaned, and goodness knows what else he did, but they liked him. We would walk around the swimming pool and went to movies. Durham had a nice theatre that was fairly new. We went to the movies a lot, they probably cost 15 cents. We must have gotten something to eat because I can't imagine going anywhere without getting a little bite to eat. He was as poor as a bug in a rug. He had three well educated aunts, two teachers and a nurse, and they saw to it that he got his college education because his parents didn't have any money. Weston brought me home to meet his family one weekend. We took the train. We also walked from Durham to Dover, we walked along the railroad. I remember once hitchhiking all by myself from Dover to Durham. I remember Weston's father picking me up once and letting me drive his car back to Henniker.

Weston was still at UNH when I was over working for the WPA. I had my own room with bathroom and laundry over the telephone company, no kitchen-perfect for me. My mother was very glad to have me out of the house. The first thing my dad gave me for my room was a radio. The WPA didn't overpay but it was money and I was glad to have it. I ate most of my meals in the college commons for 35 cents. A Dover restaurant also had 35 cent meals. We must have had a student ID to show to get the cheap meals.

I had a variety of University jobs. The telephone company rings a bell, clever huh! Dorinda got good jobs. She worked for the head of the department but you had to watch out for him, he liked the gals a little too much.

Weston and I once climbed the water tower together. We had to climb up a ladder on the outside of it. I don't remember it bothering me. Weston and I went to church at the community church in Durham. On Sundays they would have a catholic mass. One of my friends, Elsie, and I would dress the altar for the catholics. There would be a protestant service after. The minister from the church, Fred Bushmeyer came to Nashua to marry me and Weston. My father met Weston in Durham and decided he seemed like a nice fellow.

In the summer Weston would work in the woods. I would go home in the summer. One summer I had a job in a tea room over in Hudson, it didn't work out very well. My mother must have known the owner. I would also work for my father in the summer. I remember working on the Whiting Block in Nashua with him. We had to go up into the attic and measure the whole area. Jobs were scarce so you would take anything you could get. My dad didn't have much work to do either. Restoring store fronts was one of his specialty and he made good money doing that when there was no new contruction going on.

Good old Durham, I liked it there.