April 29, 1944

Saturday Night

My Dearest;

You’ll have to excuse any errors I may make on Amelia’s typewriter, even though it’s almost like yours; the touch seems slightly different. We sure are having a swell time and tomorrow I’m going to see all the ranch.

To continue about the letter in which you threw cold water on my “project” - - you’ll never understand how hurt I am! I’ve worked so terribly hard for a lead for over a year and a half - - every move I made, every attempt I made to try to establish residence seems futile; no one gave a damn to know that my husband obviously was unable to establish a home while he was in Australia. I went to the Provost of the University, the Law School, the San Francisco Bar Association, the Lawyer’s Guild, called the District Representative, wrote a letter to Governor Warren, which was never answered - - this was almost one year ago. But I hadn’t given up hope. Then one day - - a friend at the University told her brother-in-law my story - - He is an attorney in San Francisco, and he became interested and felt something could be done and says that he has nothing to work upon until he receives the affidavit which I’ve requested from you. You understand that he’s doing this gratis - - free - - he feels that it isn’t fair to demand al this from the wife of a soldier, and I shall be terribly humiliated to face him with the tale that my husband can’t see the value of cooperating with us. You didn’t mean that you weren’t interested? Now, please help us. The money that I shall obtain - - if any - - I shall put into our account for our home. I’m fighting for a worthy cause or I wouldn’t be expending all this effort. Now, you think the matter over seriously.

Love,

Berna Lou