April 30, 1944

Sunday Morning

My Dearest;

We slept until nine-thirty this morning and have just finished breakfast. Amelia has been cleaning out her drawer and showing me things, pictures, etc., that she had in training. Have I told you that she is about thirty years old and I believe, my favorite among all the girls I’ve met here, with the exception of Mildred Frye. That was rather hard to say or to make any comparison since I know so many wonderful people here. My only worry with Amelia is that she isn’t married—don’t see how she escaped---however, I feel that she’d have to look an awfully long time to find her equal! She made the best cake yesterday and we sampled it for breakfast! After a while she’s going to show me how to sew a zipper in the new dress I’m making.

It won’t be long until this wonderful vacation will be over and the ninth week will be started for me. Do you realize that this term is exactly one-half over? Didn’t get any cinch notices this semester so it looks favorable. Really, the only time I ever got any cinch was during that Physiology course, remember? Did you have cinches at Purdue? (“midterm delinquency reports” to you).

Bye and a big hug and an awfully big kiss to my Dearest,

Berna Lou