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June 8, 1943

My Dearest Hal,

I am very sorry not to be able to write you so often but to tell you the truth I didn’t have as much time as I did in the winter. We have to do everything ourselves. We have tried to get a washing machine but can’t buy one anywhere. The women who does our washing has finally gotten well but she says she thinks she had better not do so much and we try to do part of it ourselves. We have no trouble really just “minor irritations,” but they can be such a bother. We live for the days when things will get back to normal and we can have our life together, whatever it is to be.

Daddy is feeling slightly better these days. He is still terribly stiff and walks badly. In spite of his aches and pains he manages to work in the garden a little every day. He can’t begin to do all the work that needs to be done and that frets him. I help him all I can and we manage very well.

Mother has Rheumatism in her ankles and can hardly walk at times. Every one says Rheumatism is worse this year than they have ever known it to be. Mr. Stackman has it so dreadfully. Some days he can’t walk a step. Do people have Rheumatism in India? Maybe that hot sun would help to cure it.

My roses are blooming beautifully now. I wish you could see them. Won’t it be wonderful when we can have our own rose garden and everything that goes with it.

This is a very blue letter I’m afraid. I miss you so terribly darling. That’s all that’s wrong with me really. It seems like such a long, long time since you went away. I need some loving just like flowers need sunshine. Take good care of yourself and come home as soon as you can.

All my love,

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