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To: Capt. Harry M. Wilson From: Mrs. S.C. Wilson

S.O.S. Hq Blue Ridge Sanatorium

A.P.O. 886 c/o Postmaster Charlottesville, Va, U.S.A.

New York, N.Y. May 23^rd 1943

Dearest Hal- We are having a mixture of summer and winter here—storms in most sections and hail storms have made us get out our blankets again. I have come in off the porch to get away from the incessant talking, which to me is the hardest part of staying here. When the bunch on one side start to read awhile, the ones on the other side begin, and so on and on, and I long for the light bell to ring, which is the only thing that stops it. I feel the need to be alone, at least part of the time.

At last I believe my lymphatic gland trouble is better, but it has surely kept me feeling bad since January. I have taken six X-ray treatments, and may have to take more if the drainage does not stop in 3 weeks. How I would love to leave here, but as I am not well enough to do for myself and have no home, I see nothing to do but stay on. When the hat days come and I am sweltering I’ll think of you sweltering too. Major Biggs is being transferred to Baltimore. So I think Sara will be glad to have her home back. She says she never sees Page. Billy seems to be alright. He says he has written to you several times and not heard from you.

Much love,

Mother