June 8, 1939
My dear sister
Summertime has been THE busiest and so I must begin this note with a heartfelt apology for my tardy communiqué. To share a flavor for what our days and nights have been like since our summer sojourn began, let me attempt a description of a typical 24 hours ‘round our clock. Wishing all the while, of course, that you were here with us instead of reading this letter!
Since the latter portion of the day may account for the wayward state of my penmanship, I’ll concentrate on the twilight hours … Depending on where we might find ourselves on any given evening, delightful cocktails (the very latest and most interesting concoctions!) are followed by sublime dinners which, most often, turn into evenings spent stargazing at the shore. Sometimes, Charles and I find ourselves substituting city lights for stars, enjoying a smart rooftop garden or patio of old chums or some of the charming new acquaintance we’ve found ourselves fortunate enough to make along the way.
Just as I find myself settling into conversation with you, here it is, half past ten, and our hostess is calling us to breakfast. Darling, again I find my self professing apologies but I must run. I’ll continue, I promise, at our next stop. In the meantime, I managed to jot down this recipe for the best Mamie Taylor I think I’ve ever had. Our weekend hosts have the most divine bartender who, apparently, served Miss Taylor’s daughter and swears by his honor that this is the only version worth mixing!
"The Most Superior" Mamie Taylor
Fill tall, thin glass with ice;
pour 1-1/2 jiggers of Stodart’s Scotch into glass and add juice of 1/2 lime;
fill with ginger ale.
Stir well and serve.