August 12, 1943

Dearest Hal,

I guess maybe I missed my calling, and I should have never tried to be a wife and mother and most of all, a house keeper. I am not cut out to be domestic, and I wonder if I shall ever learn all the things that good house keepers know. I do try awfully hard but I fear my heart isn’t in it.

I know very well my heart isn’t in it just now because this has been a week when I’ve canned almost every day. I canned 21 pints of corn and 28 quarts of tomatoes. We hope to have some peaches, but they are very scarce and are selling for $8 and $9 a bushel. No one around here has any due to very late freeze that got all the fruit in this section.

If you have not gotten the picture, I will send you some smaller copies that I had Miss Bickle make. Maybe you would like them any way to carry in your pocket. If you want me to send them let me know. I can send them by airmail so they won’t take so long to come. I sent you some cigars Wednesday which I hope you will get before you run out. She misses you so much, Darling. I hope you can soon come back to us.

All my love,

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