“77” June 2, 1945

Sat. 10:30 P.M.

My dearest husband:

Are you still with me? It’s been so long since I heard from you. My morale is law probably yours is too. Oh well I guess it’ll all come out in the wash. Or are you angry about something? You shouldn’t be. Did I say something to hurt you? If I did I am sorry. You tease me and sometimes I like to tease you too. I love you so much Preston, I don’t ever want to hurt you in any way.

It rained yesterday and today and you should see my gardens. Stuff’s popping up all over. I hope now the rabbits don’t eat everything.

I look five pounds this week. Barbara gained one – 13.8. Honestly Pres, she’s the sweetest little girl, so dainty and pleasant. She loves to be sung too or to have her face rubbed. She smiles and laughs out loud when I whisper in her ear and tries to talk. She is so different than Allen. Her hair is starting to grow. It’s going to be pretty, it has a reddish cast.

Allen grows more like you every day honey. When I take him upstairs for his nap in the afternoon I usually lay down with him. He puts his arms around me and hugs me so tight and kisses me too. He’s way loving. Goes up behind Dot and grabs her around the legs. Yesterday, he’d pull her dress up and then run and laugh. We took him to the store tonite and I thought he’d tear the place down.

Speaking of the grocery, it’s discouraging, not that we aren’t thankful for what we have, but you know how you always think, ‘it can’t happen here.’ For example tonite there was no sugar nor no prospect for two days; no meat no none for one month; no potatoes for a week; very few eggs; no pastries, little fruit, soap is scarce. What kind of food do you get?

I see where the British are making trouble again. This time for the French. What’s the matter with them anyhow?

Preston- do you love me more and more or are you forgetting me? I know for my part you are quite remote but my love for you goes on and on. I read once that when you truly love a person, the body goes with the soul and that is why you can belong to no one but your mate. It explains a great many things when [you] think about it. That is how I love you. Do you?

Here are a couple of pictures – not too bad. I also sent 3 more in another “letter” which you should be getting soon. Tell me what you think about us.

To my way of thinking these pictures lack only one thing and that is you, my honey. Oh, I do miss you so.

Why’d you send me a handkerchief? Did you think I was a weeping? I’m too busy to do much crying these days!! And not even a little note in it!

This is Saturday night again but I guess I’m getting used to it if such a thing can be. I wish we were out somewhere dancing and having a few beers. And stuff like that there. Don’t you?

Well, guess I’ll go to bed. I think I’ll dream of you, I always do.

Goodnight, Pres.

All my love.

Your lonesome wife,

Marguerite.