Saturday evening

August 8, 1942

Dearest Nick:

Two letters and oh, I’ve read and read. Honey, you’re wonderful to send me two letters at one time. Being Saturday and see two letters are my only dates tonight. Pretend that they are you.

I love you, darling mine with all my heart. It’s so so much. I’m lonesome for you, too. After spending a week together, I miss you more than ever. I wake up in the morning and your head is not on my pillow. In Georgia, honey, I only had to move over and be near you. The fan was on and we watch[ed] the fan go round and round. Everything was lovely for us and it shall always be that way. You’re the only one for me too, honey, [I’ll] wait for you, darling, for you’re all the world to me. I believe in you and trust you as you do me.

Eileen doesn’t wear her ring for I reworked about it the other day. She said it had a tiny scratch on the ring from work and decided not to wear it. Each day and night I have our ring on, honey. The only time it comes off is when I take a bath and wash clothes. The ring means everything to me. Love, honor, and cherish and many other things that we have felt with each other. I love you.

I had a letter from my sister, honey, and she entered training. I answered her letter and wrote to my brother in California. I do hope he is still there, honey.

How are you honey? Are you going to the movies tonight? I may go here tomorrow- they have Sunday movies here, honey.

I’m glad that Charles and Ann are having a lovely time.

Darling, what cold weather we are having for August. It rained all day today and oh, I’m under the covers, dear, and writing to you, oh honey, but I do love you.

Your two letters are here by my side. I’m fine, honey, and happy too. We weren’t very busy today, honey, your pen writes very nice, honey. I do think that we should have one pen in the family, don’t you, honey? I’m sure your oxfords are very nice looking, honey. I’m very happy, honey, that you bought a pair, for the other ones were too heavy. Mine are full of mud. Let’s make mud pies, honey. I remember when I used to make mud pies and cakes.

No, honey, they can’t keep us apart, for Rose and Nick write each day and just wait and wait to be with each other. It’s lovely to wait for each other- an opportunity comes along- ah, we are together again. Honey, I love you with all my heart.

I bought a bar of soap, honey, I have my red and white shirt to wash.

Darling, it’s still light out. How lovely it would be if my Nick would surprise me today. I’d be in bed and I hurry to dress to see him. The girls are going out, it being Saturday, but Rose stays in. I read two stories in the American magazine last night and sure was very good. It was about a volcano.

I had the best lemon pie today, honey, at Bonnett’s. Oh, was the place crowded. I saw Charles Kublin today and he asked about you. In fact, he always does, honey. I always say “Fine,” honey. Am I right? Sure I am.

Gosh, honey, I haven’t said something important for a long time now. Darling, Nick, I love you and love you with all my heart. I miss you my Nick, very much.

Goodnight, honey. Take good care of yourself for I love you. I always send all my love and kisses to you on pages. Soon they will be real. May God bless my nick and return him soon back to me.

Goodnight darling mine,

Sincerely yours,

Rosemarie