March 8, 1944

My dearest Hal,

Sam’s measles have just about cleared up. His rash has all gone away. He still coughs and does not have much appetite yet, but I think he will be himself again in a few days.

I was very much amused at his comments tonight. We had kale for supper and we always call all greens spinach because of Pop-eye. Sam remarked that he did not care at all for spinach but ‘you have to eat it because nothing makes you so strong as spinach.’ He got it down but it [was] rather a struggle.

He will not go back to school this week because the weather is cold and windy, and I am taking no chances. He misses the other children, and I will be glad when he can start back again.

Honey I wish I could think of some neat interesting news to tell you but I don’t know what it would be. One of the teachers got married last weekend – Mr. Horst, who teaches in high school. He married a Huffman girl who teaches Home Education at Lee High. I think each one of them plans to finish out the year where they are.

Maynard Hackman left today for the Navy. Bob Kendig gave up his captain’s commission in the Reserves to be a 2^nd Lieutenant in the regular Army. He says he never wants to be anything but an army officer. He is stationed in England now.

By the way where do you expect to celebrate your birthday this year? We’d be awfully happy to hear you were planning to see us along about that time. In case you don’t make it for yours, how about in time for Sis’?

I am surely the world’s worst waiter. I’m so impatient for some news that it makes me hard to live with these days. I’m quite sure that spring just never will manage to get here and I have never been so anxious to see it come as I am this year.

Darling, won’t you please write as often as you can. Every time I don’t hear for a week I get to hoping it means you are on your way at last. I try to convince myself that I am being very silly indeed but it is absolutely no use, Please, darling, try to come soon.

All my love,

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