Jan. 4, 1944

Hello Oliver,

I received your letter and I didn’t know how to open it. My ma read the letter to me. Richard’s grandmother died and I saw her in the casket and the undertaker was watching us to see what we were doing. Richard’s mother is sick in bed. Patsy is upstairs and I am downstairs writing the letter. This morning I looked out of the window and saw frost on the roofs and I thought snow was on the ground. My dog is going to sleep by the stove. No one is home except me and my dog. I got a lot of things for Christmas and just because my sister is little she gets a lot of present[s] for Christmas. And I hope you had a nice Christmas and a lot of presents beside[s] I only got a few presents. And when I was coming from seeing her grandmothers there was an accident on the cardine(?) someone got run over or got hit I hope it isn’t serious. Well it’s time for me to go good-by Oliver and I hope and I hope you will write me

William Moore