Thursday

March 23, 1944

My dear:

There have been two letters from you this week, I should say two notes.

In the note you say there is so little to write about and I guess that that is true from your angle, for my part I have been eagerly looking forward to a letter that would tell me a piece of news that I heard some time ago, but I presume that you have decided to keep it to yourself. I wonder if the time will ever come in my life when my husband will be the first to tell me things, I am so damn tired of having everything come to me secondhand.

Your have asked me repeatedly to pass the gossip on to you, well from here on out the gossip column is closed, until you, yourself becomes a little more loquacious you can expect nothing from me. I would occasionally like to discuss something that you know and not always the things that I know.

Yes, I am a little put out with you, hen someone calls me from a distance of three hundred miles to tell me something that you should have told me I don’t like it.

Indeed we are having gorgeous spring weather, it couldn’t be nicer. Mother is getting back to normal, not able to get out much yet. If I can get the ration board to give me enough gas I am going to drive her home when she is ready to go. You know that we are permitted only two gallons per week now.

I am enclosing the clipping from Irene’s letter about the hat that I forgot to put in.

Now news that I can put in a litter so I will write another time.

You big gorilla I could throttle you, but I send you a kiss anyway, but understand it is not a big one, just a little smidge

Diane