Thurs. July 23, 1942
Letter # 10
My darling Jeannette:
Well my dearest another day gone by and one more nearer the time that we shall be together again. And how I long for that time to come sweetheart. It seems at times that I miss you so much I can’t stand it. Tonight is one of those times, I guess, as I feel blue and very lonesome for you, darling. I wish so to be able to hold you in my arms and to have you close to me, and especially so when I feel a little blue. But we’ll pray that that time comes soon and when it does that we will never be separated again like this.
I received two very welcome and wonderful letters from you today, darling, # 6 written July 11th and #7 – July 13th. They were both long and interesting. I have read them over and over and especially the little personal parts you wrote. Write me always how you feel, dearest. I know just how you feel and you do how I feel when we get to missing each other and feeling lonesome.
Well
dearest I guess I’ll be back in Corps before long again. I’ve called you to
change my address back again to my original one. There no longer is any
organization that I have been using with my return address. That organization
has been abolished. Now there is a supply branch for North Ireland called NIBS,
SOS,
I still am on temporary duty in the NIBS but want you to change my address back to the original unit with which the newspaper, magazines, folks down south, neighbors, etc. (APO305).
Last night I was over to McDowell’s for dinner again. It was Wednesday night and they ask me over ever Wednesday. They asked Capt Pednean also. And Col. Smith was there too as usual, and Sid Scarborough, a soldier with the English Army. First I’ll tell you about the evening and then about the folks as you asked me to do in you July 11th letter.
We had a very nice regular dinner last night. Mrs. McDowell had made soup with some of the chicken left from Sunday. Then she has a kettle roast with carrots and potatoes cooked in with it. She had fried onions too (off the record). I brought her a few (also off the record). They haven’t had any onions in over a year and the only 2 or 3 lbs last year. They are very scarce over here. We had tea and for dessert, jello (raspberry) poured over a sponge cake and let harden with the cake inside, loganberries (from the garden) on top. Try it some time using jam and whipped cream, as cream is not sold any more on account of the war.
After
dinner we visited and Capt. Pednean told us about his
farm and ranch in
Now, you
asked about Mr. McDowell’s. Mr. McDowell works in a real estate office in
Well, darling, I hope this all is of interest to you. How is my sweetheart getting alone and feeling? I hope well. I’m as well as ever, myself, except lonesome for you, dear and hoping and praying that the day will be soon ahead that we will be together again.
Now about answering the other items in you letter, dear. I’m glad you went to the lake both weekends as you write and as you cabled last week you were going to do. Did you see any of the people who were there the two weeks we were there a few years ago? I’m so glad you are coming along well with you driving. The best of luck to you with it. When we go on our trips after I return, you will have to drive part if the way.
Dearest, I’m waiting anxiously for the slip-on sweater you knit for me. Of course I wouldn’t give it away if it didn’t fit. But I’m sure it will fit right. I only hope that it arrives safely. I still haven’t received any packages since the candy jars.
Have you
heard from Amelia- how is she? I’m glad you received the handkerchief from Mr.
McDowell safely and the concert program and ticket. I sent you under separate
cover a souvenir program also of the concert autographed by the conductor and
by Col. Smith. The conductor I met afterwards that night and saw him again on
July 4th at the sports events. He was a young man- 40 to 45 years
old and apparently healthy. A week after we all saw him, he died in
Thank your father for the cigars he sent with sweater and for his letter too. Say hello to every one for me.
Dearest, I love you so much and I miss you so much too. As I look back, I’m sorry that I was out so many evenings on politics, etc. I’ll have so much to make up for when I return that I’m sure that will never happen again.
Well my dear, I’ll say food night again and wish I were saying it to you, beside you. Perhaps I’d better just say Cherris until I see you again. With all my love and kisses to my sweetheart.
Love,
P.S. I received mother’s letter of 11 July today and grandma
Cook’s of 11th too with pictures am enclosing English 6 pence and