Letter of 19 Dec 1977 from Wiley B. Hill, Jr., my dad, to Mrs. and Mrs. Earl Rudolph Hill, [They were residing in Middleton, Colorado at this time; Rudolph is my Dad's brother].
"Dear Rachel, Rudy, and Laman, [Rachel is Rudolph's wife, "Rudy" is the nickname for my Uncle Rudolph, and Laman is their son]:
It's doubful that this shall reach you prior to Christmas, but I hope so. In spite of my long days of procrastination, I did want you to know that we care for you...all of you. Sometimes, I find it difficult to write anyone, and I've gone thru one of those periods.
Just for example: I delayed filing my income tax statements for 1972, 73, 74, until this past year. And the same with 1975 & 76. I was just bull-headed and wanted to see just how far I could tempt them. The fire added to my delay [there had been a fire at the big house while mother was gone a short trip and dad was sleeping alone in the house], and my many excuses before given. However to make a long story short, a bevy of birds flew in from Washington and gave me a short short directionary course in the filing of tax returns. And now I'm an expert. They reminded me that Eglin Federal Prison wasn't quite full yet...
Now, I just owe them the 1976 return, and soon will be after '77.
To give you a resume of what the last year has done to ye ole former private, U.S. Air Force:
My tax accountant after having been requested by my banker to provide him with a recent financial statement [from] which I learned, finally, that I was a millionaire, on paper, but I owe more money than I ever have, previously. And I'm in the process of opening up another subdivision of lots which I hope will be sold before the "final" crunch comes.
[This is only the first page of the letter, or possibly, my dad never finished the letter; I failed to locate any additional pages, thus far.]
Family Notes from Marg:
Earl Rudolph Hill
Social Security Death Index Info
Blue Springs, Jackson County, Missouri where Uncle Rudolph lived at the time of his death.
Raquel R. Hill: was born 17 Dec 1924 and
Died: 28 Dec 1996
The spirit of exploring and celebrating where we came from is the work of genealogists. My Dad, "Bennie" Hill, was the quintessential family historian. He caught the bug later in life but spent the next 33 years making up for lost time. Thanks to you, Dad, I'm hooked!
