Feb 9 1943

Dearest Ralph,

I didn’t write last night so I thought I had better drop a card today and I’ll write a letter tonight. I am supposed to be working but there isn’t much to do. I stayed down on the farm last night. I sure did miss you. They were getting ready for Jimmy Albaugh to come and paint or paper, I don’t know which. I am going home tonight. I hate to though because Kate and I can’t get along. She is get meaner every day. I’ll tell you more about her tonight when I write. I like my job real well. I got awful tired at first but it’s getting better every day. Well I’m running out of space so I’ll gut this thing and see you tonight. Don’t feel bad when you don’t hear from me because I write everyday and it’s not my fault.

From the one who loves you,

Marge

Marge stayed on the farm, and fought with Kate.