Sunday October 24, 1943

My dearest Hal,

I haven’t heard a word from you this week but I can’t complain because I know you’re busy and that mail can’t always come through on time. Mail from you means more to me than any thing else. Today I was talking to Dr. T and he said his brother was now in New Delhi. Can you tell me where you are stationed?

“Nana” is feeling a little better. Auntie and Elizabeth are taking care of her. Harry N is visiting his grand mother in Richmond. Aunt Marguerite and Thomas came to see “Nana” last Sunday. I would like to see them but I don’t think they were here very long.

Sam has been coming up to school every once in a while to play with the children and visit his mother. He comes up about 2 o’clock which is our play period and stays until we dismiss at 3:15. He loves to do it and I think it’s sorta nice to break him in the easy way.

Just now our son wants a microscope so he can watch “germs pinching themselves in two”. He doesn’t miss a trick and so of course he wanted to know where germs come from and how they make people sick, etc. Finally he stumped me and this is what did it. “Why do germs want to make more germs?” After all, dear, this is supposed to be a fifty-fifty business, how about coming home and helping out in this emergency? He is a very sweet child and just as stubborn as you would expect your child and mine to be. Beginning tomorrow and lasting through Wednesday we teach only half a day and then issue No. 4 nation books from 2-8. I hope I won’t have to help every day but I don’t know how much work it will be.

I am listening to the radio as usual on Sunday night. Some one is singing “A Little Love, A Little Kiss”. How I wish I could be with you for just that. Now Frank Munn is singing “Someday I’ll Find You”, which fits in very nicely. Someday we will be together again I know that surely and I try not to worry. Of course as plans to retake Burma move forward I can’t help being very much concerned for your safety. That my prayers go with you and keep you safe is some comfort.

Darling, the long months must some day come to an end. We are not the only ones who must make sacrifices and there are those who have made much greater ones than we have. I have tried to help in the simple ways I have open to me here. You could of course do no more than you are doing. Perhaps when every one makes such an effort as you have made this awful war will be won. What ever comes after will be bearable if only we don’t ever have to be separated again. I think I’m not making sense in this letter. What I really want to say is that I love you very dearly and there are no words to tell you how I miss you.

All my love,

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