London

                                                                                                            Sunday Oct. 29, 1944

 

Dearest Maryelf,

 

            Two letters yesterday October 3rd and 6th. I’ve already re-read them more than a half dozen times- I never grow tired of hearing how well everything is going at school. That isn’t any different than it always was. These children are a little older and can judge for themselves. It’s good to hear all about it. I wouldn’t want you to keep back one word; even though you might feel at times that you were patting yourself. You know I always want to hear about my Bunn.

            Your trip to N.Y., sounds very exciting. Glad you went and best of all that you had a good time. I’ll bet you hated to leave Madison Sq. Garden when it was over. It was almost like talking to you when I saw the way you wrote the Fifth Symphony (…-) I recalled how you once told the kids your impression of how Beethoven probably came to write the music- “He was probably awakened very early one Spring morning by some birds, - woodpeckers- he just couldn’t forget the sound. Before long he had written parts for the various instruments and in every one included his theme.” I’ll always remember as having happened that way too.

            Will you send me a picture in which you are wearing your “paprika red suit”? Oh yes, and the new white blouse and new hat. I’ll bet you really were “on the beam” and “sending Solid”- I have a picture of you Bunn, just as you told it to me but another one would be nice too. How’s this for an exchange, I’ll send one if you’ll have one shipped. It’ll be out of uniform-terrible, terrible. I’ll wear my sweater and you won’t even find a trace of the old head hasket. Speaking of food, one of the experts was supposed to have said, “When the soldier returns home he’ll eat pork again if you give it a new name- I’ll be mighty suspicious if I hear of any new, items of diet.” Now I’ll be more of a pest in the kitchen than I ever was. Maybe one of these days I’ll learn to like pork again- i.e. pork, not the greasy pork we get every other meal.

            When I returned to the billet from the R.C. one of the fellows had my mail for me- six letters from my Bum, and the first part of Anna Mae’s letter. August 19th. I guess the address is in the second part. Maybe its on the way now or should be since one has arrived. Gee Bum, I can’t tell you how good it was to get all those letters, almost the same as having you with me for a few brief moments. It’s all like a dream though, you’re so real one second and the next you’ve vanished- I guess it was that way in the dream you were telling me about too.

            Your letters cleaned up a few questions. I was all at sea about the refrigerator- did they finally decide to fix it? I hope you have some place to put the things you had stored in it. Did Williams ever get the other refrigerator or repaired? Where will Monty ever find the room for two refrigerators in her kitchen? It seems strange that all Gee’s company couldn’t repair the other one.

            You make me want to see all those Christmas packages. I’ll have a difficult time waiting ‘til Christmas. I know you know I’ll like everything you send and want it ‘cause it came from you- has Bum there must be a Christmas as home for you- so you must remember you too. You know I’ll want that- above everything else. I just had a wild thought. Do you suppose you could have Emily & the children come to our place for Christmas? I know it will mean a lot of extra work. It would be nice for Johnny, and I guess Betty and Mary Lou would like it too. If they couldn’t make it at Christmas- maybe after Christmas then- I suppose Emily will want to have Christmas at home. It’s an idea, or rather a dodgy dream – storm I should say.

            It’s about 12:30 now- so I guess I’d better turn in- I had quite a long sleep this morning- just made it to church. I finally had Sunday off- just like old times, a mad dash in order to make it.

            Bye now Sweetheart, more tomorrow. As always yours,

                                                                        Frank

 

P.S. I’m worried about those heavy bundle of papers- do you want another lecture on carrying heavy objects- don’t do it-

                                                            FD