Friday 10:30 PM

October 13, 1944

My dearest husband: --

Your letters have been coming from Gallatin; did I say I wasn’t getting them? Only about one day a week you miss writing, usually on Sunday.

I am so lonesome for you too, Pres. Those pictures are all especially for you because I think of you especially of you when they are taken.

It’s cold + lukewarm here too, honey. Today was nice so I washed again + scrubbed the porch and cellar. I’m tired tonight.

I was going to fix you a box today but they were all out of everything at the store, including sugar, so will do it now on Tues. However, I am sending the film tomorrow. I feel so badly about not getting it to you before. I’m really sorry, Pres.

I suppose I won’t feel content to sit home after Mary Wen; I’m dying to dress up + get slim again. I’m going to buy a jumping rope, that’s supposed to be a good way to slim. (Remember my exercise?) I must make myself beautiful for you to come home to + so out two lovely children won’t be ashamed to own me. I wouldn’t mind another baby but not for another three years after you come back! No more now- no Sin!!!

I wouldn’t mind spending a honeymoon at Cedar Point but – too many Jews so the Expense. I don’t know—I’d just like to spend some time with you—only you somewhere where there aren’t many people + it’s quiet.

Dad’s been dying to know what you thought about our trip to Marblehead. You see I had to go (as usual) + there was no place so I squatted down by the quarry. He thought that was so funny + wanted me to tell you.

I’m in a slump, too, but it’s only from missing you. Otherwise I’m happy as possible because I know somewhere you are thinking about me.

I dreamed about you too (mm-m). This is my one week. Sure wish you were here or me there.

I had a chocolate malt the other day—can’t bear eggnogs.

My eyes are getting droopy so I think I will go to bed honey. Until tomorrow.

Goodnite, Pres.

All my love,

Marguerite