Letter #12
Sunday Afternoon.
October 25, 1942.
My dearest darling,
As I told
you in my last letter, I received your cable Friday, and sent a reply that
afternoon after work. I hope you received it all right. I haven’t received any mail
since letters 4 and 5 for October, which came last Tuesday. I am still missing
numbers 2 and 3 for October, which will probably get here this next week, and
maybe I’ll also get some more recent letters.
I am
enclosing a clipping from the Sunday paper that some Christmas packages for the
army in the
Yesterday
afternoon was pleasant, so Sylvia and I went for a short ride in our car, dear,
and I drove. I like to keep in practice, and I do not have much opportunity
when I am working. I still don’t like to drive. I guess it is because I am
lazy, maybe, or else a little nervous about it.
Last night,
my father and I went to the
I went to
And just
one or two nights ago, I was sitting knitting on my sweater and, as usual,
thinking of you. And, darling, it seemed almost as if I heard you say, “Does
your little nose itch? Does it itch awfully bad?” And
I actually had to stop knitting and scratch my nose!
Honey,
since you have been gone, have you any idea how much you have given in contributions
or taxes, etc., that I can deduct when it comes time to make out the income tax
next January or February? You had better tell me in two letters, so if I don’t
get one, I will get the other.
I am going
to give $10.00 to the Community Chest tomorrow, from you and I
together. That is what you have given for the past two or three years, I
believe. And in the spring or whenever the Red Cross drive is to be, I will
have to give more than that amount. I feel obligated to be generous as far as
Red Cross is concerned for two reasons. The first is that I know where some of
their money goes, and it is used very wisely and goes to help deserving people,
including service and ex-service men, and their families. The second reason is
that the Red Cross is paying my salary. So do you want me to give $20.00 or
$25.00 in your name and mine next spring when the Red Cross roll call takes
place?
This
afternoon, my father and I went for a short ride, as it was so nice out. We
drove over to Montrose by the way of
I saw Jimmy
Lynch out in his backyard with a ladder. I guess he was going to do something
to the back of his house. Little Jimmy was with him. He (big Jimmy) inquired
for you. And Mrs. Haston walked along our side walk
on Overbrook on her way to see a sick friend at the hospital. She also inquired
for you, and sent you her best wishes. And Mr. Matthews was out in his back
year. He didn’t pay any attention to me, and guess he did not know who I was
until I spoke to him. Then he was very pleased, and asked me all about you. He
said he would be very glad when we were back in the neighborhood. I told him
that we would be very glad ourselves. He sends his best regards.
Grandma is
much, much better today. She came to the table for dinner today, and sat up for
quite a while afterwards. I guess she is in bed now, but expects to get up for
Sunday night lunch.
I wish we
were over in our hose about now. We would be fixing popcorn and cocoa. All the
time I wish we were located there again. When do you suppose it will be?
Sometimes I feel very optimistic, and sometimes I feel sort of blue and
especially lonesome, and discouraged. It will be six months next Thursday since
we have been together. Let us hope and pray that by the time another six months
have passed, we will be together again, both of us safe and well, and either in
our own home, or else getting all ready to move in. I wish we could celebrate
Christmas 1943 together in our own home. Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
We have
some new filing cabinets for our office, and are rapidly outgrowing our space.
We hope to be moved either into one of the larger rooms, or else have a little
anteroom built jutting our into the hall, and connected to our office, where we
can put some of the records and cards that we don’t use often, but that are
sometimes very necessary to have handy.
Here at the
house, things are the same as usual. Housecleaning is all over except for the
kitchen and living room. The kitchen is to be painted on Tuesday, I believe, so
I will be eating over town that day. It surely needs some paint. They are going
to have the walls light green, and the woodwork and cupboards cream color, like
the stove.
Mr. Cole’s bill
was $125.77 and he did a lovely job. Mrs. Crane was very pleased. I have paid
him, and also paid Mr. Carroll his bill of $33.15, about which I explained in a
letter I wrote a week or ten days ago.
Ginger is
as sweet as ever, but he doesn’t bathe as often as he should, and his white
front and his feet are not as white as they should be, but are grey. However,
he washes his face, and right around his mouth. He is
very affectionate most of the time, and climbs up on anyone’s lap without an
invitation. He usually comes just as soon as he is called when he is
out-of-doors. He is very fussy about his eating lately, and what he eats in a
big hurry and likes today, he may stick his nose up at tomorrow. Mattie calls
him Mr. Vanderbilt, and says that is what his “V” stands for. But the rest of
us like him, even if he is particular. We feed him table scraps, buy him liver,
or canned fish, and he also likes a dry cat food that is sort of hard, and he
crunches and chaunks on it, and thinks it is awfully
good. It is impossible to get canned cat or dog food anymore, and you can buy a
dehydrated food to mix with water, but I haven’t seen any god or cat yet that
likes the dehydrated food. Auntie makes a special stuff herself for Rover that
has meat and corn mean and vegetables, etc., and Rover eats it, but Ginger
won’t touch it. Ginger is a little bit fatter, we think. He feels a tiny bit
heavier when you pick him up, and he doesn’t feel so boney.
The
clipping I mentioned is so little, I fastened it to the church program.
Well
dearest, I guess that about exhausts my supply of news for now. None of us have
been doing anything out of the ordinary lately. I think of you all day, and
dream of you all night, so you know that I constantly have you on my mind. I
wonder how you are, what you are doing, etc., and then I love to remember some
of the things we used to do, and the wonderful talks we used to have, and our
conversations that last week we were together in Bordentown.
I am so
proud of you my sweet. First I am proud that you are doing your part, and doing
so well. Secondly, I am proud of your promotion---just imagine---a Major! I
sued to be rather in awe of anything about a Captain, and here I am writing to
a Major three or four times a week, and sending him
cables. And thirdly, but by no means least, I am proud of you because everyone
likes you so much, and respects you, and because you are so successful in
whatever you do---to mention only a few of the many reasons why I am so
proud of you. And I am proud and happy to think that I have such a wonderful
and marvelous husband. No one but me knows how really sweet and thoughtful you
are. And I love to think of the memories and the varied experiences we share
together---just you and I, sweetheart. And as time moves alone, I know that we
are drawing just that much nearer to the time we will be reunited, to take up
again our life together.
All my love
and kisses to you, my darling. I miss you, and long for you, sweetheart, and
look forward to the time when you will be home again, and we will be together.
Your
loving and devoted wife,
Jeanette.