Franklin, Pa.

Nov. 17, 1944

Fri. eve

Hello Honey,

            How are you today?  I am ok and I hope that everything is alright with you.

            We had another dreary day today and everyone is looking for it to snow so I wouldn’t be surprised to get up one of these days and find the ground covered.

            I didn’t receive a letter so I feel quite blue this evening.  I thought I might get a sweet one tonight since the ones I got last night made me feel so terribly blue and it would have made me feel so much better.

            Helen traded with another girl today so she could work from 7 to 3 in case she would get a letter from Pittsburgh asking her to come down to some kind of a meeting they were having for the Marines but she didn’t get it so she is here with me this evening.  Today was pay-day and I went over town to get my check cashed with a teller and then we went to the post-office for some stamps and when I got home Helen had supper ready so we ate and then she went up-stairs to do something and so I washed and dried the dishes.  Then when she came down she started to iron and I read the evening paper and also the Clarion Republican.

            I see in the paper tonight where they are bombing the Mapia islands and that it isn’t so far away from New Guinea so I suppose you are busy working on your planes so they can go out again.

            I also found an article in the Clarion paper about John Hollingshed telling that he has his 50 missions in now.  I don’t even remember of seeing him before but it said in the article that he graduated from Knox High.  I should remember, but I do remember about Helen, his sister, going to school there.

            Helen is now ironing while I am writing to you.

            So you love me because if you don’t my heart will be broken? 

            I love you so much and then you write sometimes as though you don’t me and I really do you with all my heart and soul.  You are the only one for me.  I will not be happy until we are together again and I sure hope that time isn’t so very far off either.

            I received the enlargement I had sent away of you today and I like it.  It is the one of you sitting on your bunk.  And you are smiling at me which I like very much if only you were sitting in front of me I would like it much better.  I sure hope you get sent home real soon so we can at least be together.  I would so much like to talk with you.

            I am keeping all our promises and I always will.  Just as long as you do I will too.

            Thanksgiving is next week and they are calling it Roosevelt’s thanksgiving this year because he is having it a week ahead of when it would ordinarily be.  We don’t know yet if we will have it off or not but if we do we are having the Thanksgiving Dinner at Aunt Maude’s.  And then it is only five more weeks until Christmas.  I sure don’t care if it comes very soon or not because I don’t care since you have been gone so long, and I can’t be with you.  This will be our second Christmas apart.  We will soon have been married 29 months the last of Nov. and to think we haven’t seen each other for a year and a half.  I sure wish the war would end so that you could come home for good.

            I am sure anxious to have a place of my own and have my own furniture and know that everything is my own instead of someone else’s.  Even though we can’t have our own house we can at least plan on having our own furniture so we can be alone part of the time.  I don’t intend to keep on working after you get home and the war is over if you are afraid of that because I want to keep our house just the way you want it and so everything is in its place.  Because if I had any children now I wouldn’t want to be working unless it was absolutely necessary because I would rather stay with them than have anyone else take care of them.  I have a feeling that when we do have Jo Carol and Jimmy that you will probably want to spoil them more than what I will.  Won’t you?  You were always trying to get Davey to do something he shouldn’t.

            Well darling I can’t think of anything else to write tonight so I am going to close until tomorrow.  Love & kisses,

                                                Your Faithful Wife,

                                                            “Ruth Alice”

 

P.S. I am sending another picture in this letter.