Sunday Afternoon

Dear John,

I still love you as much as I used to. And that’s a heck of a lot. I hope you can come to see me in a month’s time. It would thrill me to death to see you again.

Please don’t be mad at me for not sending that picture back. I didn’t even look healthy in it. The one I am sending you was taken last year. Wish I had another picture of you to add to my collection of four. Remember the time you drew pictures on your daddy’s deacon’s cards in church. Well I even have those and everything else you have ever given to me. Even that old “J.P.” Pin. If anyone else had given it to me, I would have been highly insulted.

Do you write to your other friends? What about that dame Jerry saw you with at Moore’s Lake? It’s a good thing for her that I wasn’t with Jerry that night or she would have suddenly been snatched bull-headed. And don’t think Jerry wouldn’t have helped me.

There aren’t any men in my life except you, of course. I don’t give a hoot about any of them that I have gone with. Some of them I simply detest.

The Bradley’s were at church this morning. The services are being broadcasted for a couple of months. Why don’t you listen to them over the radio? Or do you have it with you?

I still work at First Federal. They treat me like I was a child. The boss is one of the nicest persons I have ever known. He told me that they all spoiled me too much around there. I am a teller and stenographer. We are pretty much on our own and do whatever we want whenever we want to. They give us a day off each month and all have holidays, and two weeks’ vacation with pay in the summer. On Christmas we get a 10% bonus of our year’s salary and a raise. But we won’t during the war as Mr. Randolph, the boss, is trying to build up a large reserve for the hard times ahead. We don’t mind, though as long as we still get a raise once a year. They have given me two since I’ve been there.

What does your mother think of your being in the Air Corps? She is awfully sweet. Every time I look at that picture I have of you and her together I realize it more and more. How are your daddy and your dog, Jimmy? We still have spat + Woochie around the house.

Please write me often. Do you still love me as much as you did at one time? I hope so. Let me know how you are getting along at Maxwell Field and take good care of your sinus.

Love,

Bessie

P.S. I’m not engaged. Just in case you aren’t convinced after reading my letter.

(I miss you.)

Please call me as soon as you get in town, 3-3781