Aug. 14,1945

Dear Al,

I just came home from up town where people are celebrating. We got the news tonight at 7:00 the war was over. No sooner had the news been broadcasted than the people were up town. It was the noisiest night I ever heard. People were shouting, horns were blowing. I didn’t believe the people of Beth had it in them. But I’m so glad the war is over. Maybe you and a lot of other boys will be home. I hope so.

Al you sounded pretty disgusted in your letter. Cheer up! You still got one back here. Gee I hope you’ll be able to come home for the Allentown Fair. We had a good time there once, didn’t we.

Here it is August and it is cold here. This summer was terrible. It was cool practically all summer.
Flossie and Henry are married now. He expects to go over this week.
Joe Fitherman is in the Philippines. Dot Siegfried told me he is engaged to Eleanor King. Pity her. Arlene Jones is working down at the Beth silk mill. She told me she quit school. She is crazy if she did. She is getting prettier, Al. Don’t forget, I’m still here.

By the time you come home I’ll be able to drive a car (I hope). I got my learner’s permit last week. My sister is teaching me. So if you see a couple of telegraph poles knocked down along the road, you’ll know who did it. Imagine taking the car and driving out a nice lonely road and sit there and watch the moon. Umm!!! Nice! Eh!
Jean got your letter last Friday. I don’t know whether or not she has answered it. Her baby is getting along swell.

Our boss had a clambake for us last week out at the Waldheim. He had all the beer we wanted. That’s the part that I liked. The bake was good too, only I didn’t eat the clams. When they slide down your throat, it felt like oysters, and boy do I hate them.

Well, honey (oh) I’ll have to close now. Hope to see you soon.

Love,
Please write soon. Marion