Sunday Noon

October 15, 1944

My dearest husband:

I’m going to try to get this written before Allen wakes up and demands his dinner but don’t think I will succeed as he is stirring now. He didn’t sleep good all last night at all. I put him to bed at 10 and when I went up at 11, he was at the foot of the bed soaking wet and cold. I put him in with me to warm him, consequently, neither of us had much sleep. He either has a cold or is getting another tooth. I’m inclined to think it is his tooth- that would make five. They’re so pretty. I think he is going to have a nice smile. I hope so because that’s what attracted me to you first.

I got the proofs of his pictures that last night and they are very good. He’s the image of you. I hope to have one ready to bring along when I see you, the rest I’ll save until Christmas.
Golly, honey, I don’t know which I’d rather do- come down for a week or meet you in Indi. We might have more fun for three days in Indianapolis especially you as it would be a change of scenery but a week is a week and it will probably be my last chance to travel. Could you get a room somewhere down there reasonable? The only thing is- I’m afraid if I got down there with you, I would hate to leave too much. I’m asking you to decide for us- I know you asked me first but please, you tell me this time.

I love you my honey. I got all dressed up last night to take Allen to town just to pretend I’d be seeing you. I don’t know if it did any good or not. Allen likes to see me that way anyhow. He was terrible- put his head under my dress and grabbed several ladies around the knees. Here I was wondering why I couldn’t move the walker and he was holding on to someone. Another time he had a ladies purse leave go.

I bought a little pink shawl for little sister last night so I would have something new. Boy, it better be a girl now.

I got out my compact that you sent me and looked at it. It’s so pretty but only for special (as you).

Narma isn’t infanticipating because she came over and harrowed a VD from me. Boy, did she think she was lucky. She certainly took enough shots and stuff from the doctor tho to make her. She’s the cattiest person I know. Nothing but a trouble maker.

Allen and I had us a fight yesterday. He wouldn’t eat his dinner. Such a time. I gave him vegetable-beef soup and mashed potatoes, red beets, custard and milk and he got mad at the beets. I got mad at him and oh it was a mess. Finally I threw it out and gave him liver soup.

I’m sending you a box tomorrow. It’ll probably take a month of Sundays to get there as the army-Christmas mail is so heavy.

Allen has a new blue knit suit Mom made him. Little short pants and a blue coat sweater with a red star on each pocket and red buttons and red-white-blue suspenders. He also has a little red flannel shirt and a little red coat made out of one of Dad’s old shirts.

Monday AM.

Do you know I slept better last night than I have since you left? I guess hearing your voice had something to do with it. I hope you weren’t angry because I didn’t say I love you- right but I just couldn’t with everyone watching on. That’s the way I am and I can’t do anything about it but I do love you. Now I’ll write more tonight but now must go get dinner as Mom just left for Ann Arbor. I love you my dearest Preston.

As ever

Marguerite