Monday Nite  - 8pm

January 31st 1944

Dearest darling Preston:

            Good news from the home front! I bought a baby buggy for $18.50 (borrowed the money from Dad). It’s second-hand and belonged to one of the doctor’s daughters here in town. Honestly, honey, it’s just like new except for one worn spot. It is all steel with springe, rubber tires, back rest and good black leather, a brake – and as an added attraction it has a chrome handle and package compartment. Just my height too. I’m so pleased and the baby likes it too. Right now he is sound asleep in it. Did I do right?

            I love you, honey. We’ve been married one year and three months tonite and you are still my darling and the only one for me.

            The baby was good last nite. He slept until 3 and then woke up wet so I changed him and gave him a drink; he cried until 4 and then didn’t wake until 7. We all overslept. How he does like to have his head washed (but not dried). His bowels don’t move good enough to suit me so I gave him a little enema last nite. It must have helped him because he went right to sleep. He hasn’t gone today yet. I guess I worry too much. Norma was in tonite when I was changing him and she says he is going to have a big George.

            He’s so cute when I change him – all boy. Straight hipped and he likes to be touched. We’re going to have to watch him. He’s got a little button nose and his mouth is like a rose bud. In fact – he’s just a model baby.

            Mrs. Herman came over last night (she lives on the corner) and brought a beautiful blanket. Pink and blue and white with a row of pink ducks across the center. She thinks you are wonderful too honey. She says you have a personality which draws people to you and that you are solid – no foolishness about you. Anna was here also and brought the baby another little blanket and a hot water bottle.

            Bob has had to have his foot lanced and isn’t feeling so well. I wrote your mother today. Are you better? I’ve worried about you all day. Were you sick or was it a hangover? What’s new at coup?                                                                                                                 

            The weather is terrible here. Snow – sleet – rain – ice – wind. Cuddling weather, if you know what I mean. I’m dying to curl up inside you again but I will try to be patient.  There are so many others whose hearts are breaking.

            Now take care of yourself for us, sweety. Keep smiling and work hard. It helps make time go a little faster anyhow. We’re counting on you. Goodnight, honey, sleep good. I’m thinking of you and I love you.                                                       Always – Your Maggie