Sept. 19 1944

                                                                                                                                                                        Tues evening 4:00 PM

 

My dearest Darling,

            I was hoping I would get another letter from you today but I was disappointed.

            Darling you asked me to tell you how I am feeling, well today I feel terrible.  My period is here again and I ache all over.  It certainly would be a comfort if you were here.  I dread tomorrow as I will probably be having all those terrible pains.  I’ll just have to grin and bear it.

            How are you Pheety?  I hope you are feeling fine and you’ll always feel that way.  I miss you more every day honey and the longing in my heart for you is almost unbearable.  You’re always on my mind and in my heart and there’s where I’ll always keep you.  I love you more than you’ll ever know and darling I know you love me and you’re thinking of me the way I always think of you.  When two people love each other the way we do, no one else can ever come between. You know you can trust me darling so don’t ever mention the way you used to trust me and think that I’ll be untrue to you.  I know you didn’t mean it because it’s just your way and I realize that more than you think I do. 

            I finally sent Mom’s films to her and I got your pictures.  I’ll send one of them to your folks tomorrow.  None of them have answered my letter so I’m not going to bother writing to them again.  No hard feelings darling.

            I got a letter from Mom and she ran her hand into the washing machine up to her wrist.  Dr. Pratt took X-rays and no bones were broken.  She has the most awful luck of any woman I’ve ever heard of.  Peg’s arm is getting along O.K. now but she still can’t use it much.

            I bought a book at the drug store tonight called “Married Life Jokes.”  I’ll send it to you soon.

            Well dearest I’ll close for tonight and lay down awhile.  Please don’t worry about me as I’ll not work tomorrow and I’ll go to a doctor.

            Pheety I want you to write to me as often as possible because you know how I’ll worry if I don’t here from you.

 

Good night Pheety,

Your wife,

            Margaret

 

Take good care of yourself Dumplin' and remember that I’ll always be waiting for you

 

I love you very much.

 

 

 

 

Just for you and

not for the censor.