7/13/45

 

Dear Cora,

 

            Just got your letter, had begun to think you weren’t around anymore. But sure glad things are going so well with you and Jean. Too bad about your father and you couldn’t do any good if you had gone back. I didn’t go back for Treans funeral either. She died June 10th 4 days before twins were 2 years old. Ray was with her alone at the last and (drunk).

            Sure glad about your luck in getting the job you wanted. I am still in the shipyard. I’ve been working 2 jobs. I am at shipyard from 11:30 to 7:00 A.M. Then at St. Joes hospital from 7:30 A.M. till 12:30 P.M. But getting pretty well worn out so afraid I’ll have to quit hospital.

            Art shipped out to S. Pac. 2nd of June, I’ve gotten 34 mails since. 1st part of July. None since.

            The kids are fine and Donna too. She will have her baby around 15th of August. We are anxiously waiting.

            My Dad is pretty bad off I guess. And my older brother isn’t so good. Mother hasn’t been well since Irlan died. Pay’s mother is with him taking care of twins.

            I’ve got my place up for sale. And another in sight. I’m getting one with 2 lots sort of a country spot. Ha. I’m going to start that chicken ranch. I sure hope Art comes back soon and is O.K. Sure gets lonesome without them doesn’t it? Dave and husband are trying to find another place by themselves.

            I’d sure like to see you too Cora but it just seems like all I do is work. Although I’m going out someplace tomorrow night. Think I’ll get oiled and forget things.

            I’ve been losing some weight, not much but just enough.

            Surely has been hot the last week. I never though I’d wish it would rain out here but I have wished it. Kinda tough trying to sleep days when it’s so hot.

            Genes still working at Bays Club and Jrene has paper route and takes care of neighbor kids. You just wouldn’t know them. They’ve grown so much.

            I’m sure glad that Jean is so happily married. Hope it stays that way and give her my best wishes.

            I sure hope Art comes back to me the same guy he was when he went into the Army. He sure changed after he got in there. I won’t have him around if he comes back the same (I mean in his ways and attitude) as when he shipped out. Irresponsible, careless don’t give a damn about anything but himself, and what he wants. No more idea of value of a dollar than some kid.

            I heard from Ward yesterday, he is fine but wants to come home, and doesn’t know when he’ll get here. Gee, it seems like this damn war should end soon. I’m sick of it. All the good it does though. Well Cora, there’s a stack of dishes that were waiting for me when I woke up 5:30 P.M. still waiting, so guess I better get ‘em done. The lady is taking a bath, and won’t have time Ha. Write Soon Cora.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

I’ll be waiting. Love,

Ruth