Sat Nite- 9PM

January 8, 1944

Dear Husband:

Here it is Saturday nite again. Seems strange not to be waiting for you or with you. I didn’t get a letter today so it’s all the more lonesome. I hope nothing is wrong?

Well, tomorrow is the Day. I feel pretty good right now though – just bored. noone to talk with, nowhere to go. Saturday nite and nothing to do. How I envy you my sweet.

The squirrels are alright I guess. They’re cute. I don’t try to touch them anymore; I think they like it better that way. I am going to start giving them only 6 nuts every other day and a butternut or walnut and some apple or cookie every other day since they store part of the nuts anyhow.

Bessie is the biggest little pig you ever saw. She takes all the butternuts and cookie or apple away from poor Joir and all he has to eat is hickory nuts. He’s funny – so complacent but cute. When he sees me coming he runs and ducks in the nest and pretty soon you can see his eyes peering out at you. His tail is coming along nicely. I think they know me pretty well now because when they hear me coming down the steps they sit up side by side and their ears pick up and they watch every move I make.

Well, Bob is on his way home and will be in Ann Arbor Tuesday. Dorothy has a two weeks leave. I suppose they’ll be down this weekend. All the kids out there have humps and I don’t want it in this house.

Dad is figuring out his income tax and made $3300 last year.

Honey, try not to worry so much about me; I’ll alright and if I’m not – well, you can’t stop the inevitable. If anything should happen, I want you to have the baby, of course – after the war is over no one could bring it up better I’m sure. I want it to be kept in contact with my parents of course, but I know you would do that much. You are to have full responsibility and say concerning education, religion, and so forth and not your parents or mine. Please be honest about this always. I’ll never really leave you and I’ll always love you.

It snowed all night last nite but only enough to powder the ground. I was awake all night.

I had another one of those awful nightmares like I had that time in Franklin – remember?

Well, there isn’t much of anything left to say except how much I love you and miss you and stuff. There’s nothing else to do so I guess I’ll go to bed; it makes time go a little faster.

Goodnite honey. I am thinking about you always.

All my love,

Marguerite