I don’t know the proper way to start this letter, so I addressed it to “friends.” Many years ago, I was in the Air Force, stationed at Victorville, Calif. — 1949, to be exact. I went to St. Mary’s Church in Victorville. Those were some of the happiest days of my life. I am now nearly 89 years old.
I made a pledge to give $100 in monthly installments to the University Foundation Fund, which was just starting up. Some months later, I was transferred to Alaska, and that was one of the most unhappy times of my life. The cost of everything was much more than in the States, and coupled with my mental distress, I stopped making my payments.
When I returned to the States. I wound up with a low paying job, and also I lost the address of the foundation. Some years later I found it again, but I just plain procrastinated resuming payments. I am enclosing a check for the balance that I owed of $65. Also, I am enclosing the original letter and papers, in case you might be interested and want them for your archives or museum.
Arthur W. Rash