Capt. Harry M. Wilson Mrs.
Harry M. Wilson
A.P.O. #886 Hg. S.O.S. Stuarts Draft,
C/O Postmaster
My dearest Hal,
Yesterday
Harry N. had a birthday party. Of course Sam was invited but he has been hoarse
with a bronchial cold since Saturday and I thought he had better not go. It was
a windy day with squalls of rain and I was afraid his cold would be worse if I
took him out. He was very sweet about it though he was bitterly disappointed.
Sara said Harry N. was quite overcome with all his presents.
After all
the work I have put in on my rose bushes, I went out this morning to find that
a mole had worked under the whole bed. I was mad enough to have committed a
murder but I could not find the mole. I shall lie in wait for him in the
morning.
Today it
was too wet to garden and I spent the day painting the wood work in the
nursery. You’d never believe what a task it has been to try to clean out all
the things that have accumulated in there but some day I hope to get it all
done. Sam “helps” me so much I really accomplish very little. He means to help
and I guess it’s not his fault if he sometimes gets in the way.
Darling, we
miss you so much. Never a day goes by that I don’t wish I could see you and
talk to you and love you. No one can ever take your place with me.
All
my love,
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