June 17, 1943

Dearest Hal,

I have so many things to do I’m awfully glad you don’t want an itemized financial statement each month. I shall however try to do better about sending a general statement on time. We started May with $51.27 plus my allowance making $251.27. Expenses were $82.75 leaving $168.52 in bank June 1, making $117.25 saved in May.

Our garden is looking better after a terrible wind storm but has been so wet we couldn’t work it so the weeds are getting a bad start. Daddy says to tell you he is making a fine gardener of me. You know how much I like to be digging in the dirt. I hope we will have a yard and garden but not too big. The sun gets awfully hot these June days.

We have put six quarts of raspberries and 24 pints of peas in the locker this week. Sam and I went to see Dr. Fisher when we went to the locker so we have one more shot taken. I do hope we can manage to get the rest of them.

My flowers have been really pretty in spite of the freeze we had so late in the spring. I don’t see how they have bloomed at all because I have very little time to work with them.

Sam has a garden too. He does right well for a little boy. He was showing me his garden this morning and he said, “Mother, I’m doing this to help the war effort.” Every time we go in the Post Office Sam will say “Do you think we’ll get a package from Daddy today?” So far we haven’t but we hope some of these days one will get through. I’ll be sending you some more cigars soon but I really wonder if it’s any use as they are so uncertain of even reaching you.

Peggy is having a week of her vacation now. We enjoy having her at home but wonder if she won’t have to stay in town after this. I’m sure Irene won’t be able to get gas to drive back and froth after what coupons she has now are gone.

Things are so quiet everywhere now. You can go only on business and even business trips are not supposed to be very frequent.

We miss you so much. Everyday I think of the wonderful things we will do when Hal comes home. Take care of yourself, honey, and hurry up and come back to us.

All my love.

Page.