Thursday Night,

 

My dearest Hal,

            Every other day this week I’ve hoped for a letter but today I really expected to get one and I was terribly disappointed when I didn’t have one.  It had better be an awfully nice long one when it does get here.

            This afternoon Elizabeth H. took Nellie I. and me to Waynesboro.  Mother was here so there was no reason for Sam to break into the house.  I went to see both Tish and Nell A. but the weather was so tempting they were both out.  I shopped a little and couldn’t find what I wanted so I came home no better off than when I went away. 

            Tonight was P.T.A. meeting and I took Sam and there was a movie as part of the program.  The meeting wasn’t too interesting but Sam enjoyed the movie.

            I talked to Ruth M. who teaches in the High School here.  Her home is in Petersburg and I thought she might be able to help us.  She said Colonial Heights would be all right in the winter time but in summer it was unbeardily hot and the mosquitoes ate you alive.  She may not really know but she wasn’t too encouraging.  She said that she would write home however and see what she could hear about for us.

            If you’d be interested I could probably arrange to come down and stay a week or two at a time.  We could get a room with Mac and Paul in Chester or from Mac’s Aunt who runs a boarding house there and look the situation over.  I am seriously considering dividing my time between here and there but not taking Sam out of school.  The schools there will be out about 3rd week in May, so Ruth M. said, ours here is out around 20th of June, due to a late start and losing some time.  Sam couldn’t miss a whole month and make it up he has been sick too much.

            He got his report today and he did very well.  He is behind in his reading but Miss C. and I are both helping him to catch up on that.  He can do whatever you want to of course but we do have to get our son educated I guess.

            Darling, I do miss you terribly.  I feel as though I’d live in a tent and pitch it anywhere if only I could be with you.  Please write to me and tell me you love me.  I never saw worse mail service than we get from Camp Lee.

                                                                                                all my love,

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