May 1, 1944

Monday Evening

My Darling;

Arrived home at eight this morning; had to get out of bed at three to get here from Modesto. My day was awfully long—had class until five-thirty! My hand gradually gave out before class was over and all the crap I heard about whooping cough seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

On the way home, I saw a hand-scrawled sign “Manure—Fill Your Own Sack”. Struck me as being funny. Maybe it isn’t! We passed Camp Shoemaker and Camp Parks and some other Navy base. By the way, wasn’t it two years ago that we were on our way to California? In some respects it seems longer—especially when we think of how long we’ve separated; in other ways it seems that I can’t account for two years since so much has happened to both of us.

Well, I must get busy and work on Econ.. I’ve made up my mind to make a fair grade in it!

Bye and Love,

Berna Lou