Sunday

8-27-44

Lady bug,

Sunday, long dreary and rainy- all day – it really had been a day with you though- I have not even gone to the office and have spent the time turning in the radio on the usual good Sunday programs- The static had been terrible though due to the thunderstorms. I had hoped for a little golf today plus a couple of things I had wanted to do. I just came back from the afternoon matinee- Denna Durbin in “Christmas Holiday”. Of course they hardly let her sing at all which to me ruined the picture - those who cannot (Fred Astaine) sing and these who really sing can do not – what can the reason be? Hollywood I guess – that answers it.

Here has been no airmail drum here for several days now and I am desperate for a letter from my darling. I don’t know why and it will take them an often vessel to catch up on air transport delivery- of course it will be from getting them in a bunch when they do arrive but I prefer the regular delivery. I hope it has been leaving here regularly or you will be in a dither- won’t you?

I am going down to the library in a bit as soon as it opens for a couple of books- Owen P. White if I can get something by him there. I wouldn’t give a nickel for this pen writing “honey”- I seem to have lost the touch and you no doubt prefer the machine production also- huh?

I just stopped to listen to the news- it looks good but ones desire makes it seem so slow- as a matter of fact it is extremely fast (the advance)- how I long for it to end to be back to our normal lives- and be with you dear. Darling I know you feel the same and it is hard to contemplate it seems so remote but it will come and sweetheart mine we will be the two happiest people on earth and maybe two of the happiest for there are a lot who have that same desire. It is terrible in some ways to love someone as much as I do you dear but it is also divinely sweet. The being separated is what makes it terrible with so much longing and unsatisfied hopes and longings. Darling I hope that I can make you very very happy the rest of our lives.

Damn it I hate to think that the short end is coming up. I wish we were kids again- you and I and together- to grow up together and have our full lives with one another. I resent my dear every year and month that I have not known you- why didn’t you live next door to me and why didn’t we go to school together. I would have loved teasing you and maybe pulling your pig-tails (did you have them?) Then maybe you wouldn’t have ever looked at me “toots”- My life would have been much fuller had that been the case- all we can do now is try hard to make up for it dear- to live as fully as we know how from now and once we are together again. I hope I don’t sound too philosophical or dreamy to you dear but gosh honey I sure love my “toots” and can’t help but dream-

I need my typewriter- darling adios- I am dying to get some letters now from you- Love again.

Edwin