May 9, 1943

Sunday Evening

My Dearest Nick:

How nice your voice sounded, honey? I’m very glad that you called me up, dear, for I’ve been wanting to hear you. Now I know that you are fine. You sounded well, dear.

Honey, Ests went to Balt. this morning. I got up and went to church. Called back, cleaned out the room, washed clothes, and ironed. I pressed two pairs of slacks for one of the girls and that took me ages, dear. When I finished, it was 5 o’clock. I got ready and had dinner at the Aberdeen Rest. It was a chicken dinner, dear. Norma, one of the girls, invited me to her room and we talked. She brushed my hair and helped me wash it. I feel grand that my hair is clean.

Honey, when you told me you loved me, I laughed so happily, dear, that made me happier than ever to hear you. I love you too, dear, with all my heart. I miss you and miss you. Those three little words, I love you, has done wonders to me, honey. I feel as if you are here in my room. Wish it was true, honey. My bed is large enough for us, honey. I love you, dear, very much.

Honey, don’t go in swimming yet. The water is cold, dear. And you might get ill.

Honey, did you go up to your room after you finished calling?

Honey, the Woors thinks they are very superior to the Ciirlions. I didn’t want to say much, for the hall was full of soldiers with their girls. I don’t want to join since I saw what these look like. Honey, they all look Jewish and the make up they use.

I want the pass or furlough to be soon, dear. I love you, dear, with all my heart. If this war would hurry and end.

Honey, we would have a little over 350.00 in the bank but we withdrew a lot. I pay my rent by check, dear, but I will stop. Mother told me not to send my money home this pay, dear, so the money I withdrew to go home. I put back. I want to get my Dad a pair of shoes this week, honey. Everything is ground, honey.

Goodnight, now, dear. I love you truly. Take good care of yourself, honey. May God Bless You dear, always.

I send, by mail, all my love and kisses to my dearest husband.

Lovingly yours,

Rosemarie

P.S. Sweet dreams, honey. I love you.