··79··                                                                       June 4, 1945

Mon. 9. P.M.

My dearest husband: Preston,

            I am sending the enclosed letter so that you will know what I am talking about when I say: Fouey to youey in that last paragraph. You must have been feeling bad to write a thing like that to me. I have no intentions of staying in Ohio; everyone of living in Allentown, Pennsylvania in the Lehigh Valley. I have been prepared to like your family from the first time I saw them; I do like them, next to my own, same as you. I think your mother is very sweet and your dad is OK. So is your sister and her brother and your nieces and you nephew and your cousins and your aunts and your uncle and your friends. Why I even like you a little, honey. No fooling. Probably much more than you do. I have no intention of forgetting about you. Now or ever. I am stubborn. And you can’t forget me either unless you don’t love me. I don’t think that is true though, is it? Otherwise you wouldn’t be in such a bad mood by saying we don’t get along any more. We do too. Honey, don’t brood so much but think of all the happy times we’ve had and will have. We both get lonely and say things we don’t mean. I didn’t say I was suffering; at least I didn’t mean it that way. I meant people like Mrs. Herman, and Marie, etc. I didn’t want that you should judge the United States by the black market, hubby. Taxes and the people who are always making trouble. Oh yes, we are suffering if you consider high prices, inflation, lack of food, and loneliness as suffering but as you say – we are home. I pray every day that you will soon be home so I know you will because I trust in God and our love for each other. I take it for granted you do love me. I couldn’t go on if you didn’t. It was meant that we should be together. You know? The night we met s “accidentally,” the first date we  had which I worked so hard to get; the time I came out to Camp Perry and Bill put the frog in my purse. The first time you kissed me in the cab going back to the nurses’ home. The chances I took getting in late. I’d do anything for you. Dancing together and Bill always trying to get us married. You coming home with me that weekend – remember how angry you were but how wonderful the next day was riding back on the bus? Your first gift to me and going to the zoo and becoming engaged. I’ll never forget how you looked when you slipped your ring on my fourth finger, left hand. I was proud to be seen with you and always tried to show off to you because I wanted you to think I was on the ball. Then the nite you were nearly late for our wedding. Remember how tight I held your hand on the bus? I didn’t want you to know how scared I was. And later at the hotel I wanted to please you so but this time we both scared. That three dollar meal I guess you thought I was gold digging but it was only that no one had ever bought me a meal like that before. We made up for Oct 31^st tho in Port Clinton. We nearly didn’t get along together that nite either but finally did. I could go on for hours but maybe you can take it from here. You’ve made me happy; it’s happiness just to love you, Preston. The only time I am unhappy is when I think that you are too because of me.

            Where do you go on your trips and what do you do? Do you go along? How long do you stay? Why do you go?  I wish I could go along.

            I am going tomorrow to get my reservations. I am going July 8 and will come home August 11.

Preston, I love you. Don’t leave me.

                        Goodnite sweetie,

                                                                        All my love,

                                                                                    Maggie