Monday Morning

Dec 11^th, 1944

My dearest husband,

Your box just came. I could murder you, you bum. Mother and Dad helped unpack it and you know what was in it. But the shirts and drawers are fine; thanks so much.

I dreamed about you all night again. I don’t sleep well lately but I guess there is a sufficient reason. Allen set up a towel about midnight, first time in about two months. I think he had an earache. I put him to bed now at 7 and he sleeps until 4:30 or 5 when I give him his bottle, the only bottle he gets anymore.

I finally found some diapers the other day so I bought a dozen. I ought to have enough with what I have as Allen doesn’t use many anymore. I also bought Allen 3 little striped t-shirts, one a little brown striped silk. He’s really going to be a shick. Boy, Allen-Town will sit up and take notice when he gets there. I believe he is going to be a mechanic, he is so interested in things like that and he has such a broad strong hand. He’s quick like iron all over. I don’t know how he can help being so beautiful though with two such handsome people for parents. He’s crazy about snow and rain, motors and cars, and music. He recognizes you by your pictures; I’m anxious to see if he’ll know you when [you get home].

I tried to find out about a bus out of Louisville as I thought maybe you could make better connections to Tiffin but all she would tell me was that that there were two arriving here –one at 9:30 and on at 11am. The trains leave Cincinnati at 10:30. Maybe you could get a bus from Louisville to Cincinnati. There I go again, hoping.

Well- I do love you awfully. The maid will be here soon so I must stop. Allen is playing with one of your lock and keys and screaming his head off. I must take it away from him and put it away.

Bye for now.

All my love,

Maggie