Letter 28
28 May 1945
In Bed

My darling –

            Spent a most industrious evening tonite – for I made a rug – the one with the loops and tufts I told you I bought about a month ago. It went this – you hem a piece of canvas, then sew strips of loops and tufts do it (by machine) 2” apart. And the finished product is an oblong rug – white and fluffy, like the rugs Ed and Lillian used in their living room – remember them? I’m really quite proud of me, for it really looks nice – wish you could see it now, instead of months hither.

            And I also found some very pretty material today, for the dress I’m to make in sewing class. It’s a broad stripe – coral and white gingham – and very handsome material. The dress is going to be very nice looking – a full skirt, low cut square neck in the front and a deep V to the waist in the back – a sun dress, complete with a short-sleeved white jacket. Wait till you see it – if all goes well, but I don’t see why it shouldn’t, for I don’t sewing is going to be any harder than cooking, after I get the hang of it (no cracks, please, you know darn well you like my cooking!) but time will tell.

            Speaking of sewing, remember that awful pink dress I made in Norman? – Well, I put it on tonite (today has been hot and sultry) and it’s about 3 miles too big – which should definitely prove to you that I’ve regained my school girl figure. I feel very witchy tonite – if you were here I’d really do an elegant job of tickling – and I’d keep you awake, no matter how sleepy you were, so that you’d say to me – “you witch” and then you’d kiss me and there I’d be – all weak-kneed, darn you! How can anyone love a person as much as I love you – my wonderful Stinky-Pinky – don’t you wish you could tickle me for that last endearing term?

            Everything today has been good – even tho I haven’t had any more new from you – what did you do, Brady, stop writing just because you’re in port? Anyhow, I got lots of my ads in – we have a holiday Wednesday, Decoration Day – and have to get all Friday copy in early. And I found my dress material – and I went to see Nana and found her in a good mood – and I got our rug done without any mishaps – and Penny is bounding with energy; she almost knocked me down tonite. So you can see, if I’d had some mail, today would have been a pretty good one – however, there’s always tomorrow.

            Darling, at this bit of news, don’t tear you hair in despair – but Truman has wanted your old friend, Herbie Hoover, to come to the White House to lend his assistance in the food in the food problem in re. Europe. Tch, tch ----

            Getting serious for a moment – Dr. Bert’s wife died this weekend – lukemia  - she’d been ill for a couple of years.

            The family continues OK, except for mother – she had a nasty fall last week – came down very hard on the end on her spine and has been rather crippled up since. She’s to go to the Dr. tomorrow nite, to see what gives.

            Dad is very happy in his new job – and has been selling road stuff at great rate. And Fred starts work for West Penn 1 June – doing drafting, I guess – to tell the truth. I don’t know for sure what he is to do, but I’m pretty there’s drafting in it.

            (Radio is now going forth with a new program from Chicago for Wilson Bros. – remember those corny programs?)

            I was pleased to learn that the shaffs are blessed – eventing, weren’t you? I find it a most enviable state and you know darned well you do, too!

            Still can’t send you those negatives yet, for I’m flattening them out – since I can’t send ‘em in roll form.

            Hey, Winchell and Drew Pearson their respectful mouths a little too wide last nite – for both predicted V - J Day would come this year – Pearson said November – Winchell, Christmas and the very latest, 1 Jan 1946. What I want to know is how they know so much – just because Tokyo is flattened, I guess. It’s nice to think about – but as far as I’m concerned, it’s strictly stuff dreams yet. True, you navy boys have kinda’ cleaned up the seas – and knocked out coastal defenses – but if the Japs dig in on the mainland as they did on Iwo and Okinawa, it’s still a long war for my money – for it will take the army quite a spell to root ‘em out. Of course, there have been quite a few peace feelers come out of Japan recently – but the only way I can see an end of the war this year this year is if they should suddenly become sensible and give up – and their religion is too contradictory for that.

            Of course, darling, I hope to high heaven I’m wrong – it would be a pleasure – please God, I hope I am. But I still maintain I’ll know the war is over when I can feel your arms around me and know they’re there to stay ---

            Am to have lunch with doc tomorrow, unless something comes up for him and he calls to postpone the date till Wed. Mrs. Bert’s funeral is tomorrow, I think, so that may present complications if he has to go ----

Not much else to report tonite dear one – all is well with me, as well as it can be without you – so please be very extra careful and hurry home to

Your
Emil