March 19, 1945
My dearest wife:
Another lonely day gone by without you; I am beginning to miss you more and more every day. You too are going to be in for the loving of your life when I get back. I don’t think I will go to bed for 48 hours. Are you game? By how is my friend’s, Surgy, Martha, and Mabel? Do they miss my being away too?
I am sorry I forgot to sign that Valentine. I guess you can do that for me. I wanted to get you something better, but at that time I was very busy and didn’t have very much spare time. I am glad you liked it anyway. I’ll try to do anything to please you and ,ake you happy, and love me all the more.
Do you know if Ray is having any trouble with their baby? It does seem strange that he doesn’t stand yet. I guess you are forgetting that our son is an exception. I never did see one like him. Did you? He has a good mother too. I only hope our daughter turns out to be as big and healthy as he is. How is she doing anyway? I get kinda worried because she cries all the time. There must be something wrong. Is she the right weight for her age? Tell me more about her when you write again.
I feel glad for Dot now that she is going to have a baby. I believe that is why she is changing so much. She needs some advice from you, and I guess you can give it to her, anyway I guess you can. If you can’t now you never will.
I do hope you are hearing from me often now. I know how lonely it is not to get any mail. I still do feel that way because we only get mail about once a week, but then its worth it especially when I get a big pile.
You must be having an awful hard time of it with those two babies. You must be kept busy every minute of the day. I really feel sorry for you. I’ll make sure it will never happen again. There is one good thing though, they will both be growing up and out of the dirt about the same time, and that is going to mean a lot to us. After all, you and I never did have much time together for ourselves and I think we deserve a little fun before we get two old to get around. I’d like to take you to shows, dances, hiker, and have good times Saturday nights. We are both missing so much, and have a lot to make up, and a short time to do it in. You know, honey, we aren’t getting any younger.
Your not kidding when you say Saturday night is the loneliest night in the week. How tre that song is. I used to live for my Saturday nights when I was home, and my weekends we had together. I really miss them too, honey.
How is mother? Is she feeling any better? Tell her I was asking about her, and I hope it is nothing serious. Does she still want to make me a sweater?
Have you taken those pictures you said you were going to take? I am anxious yo see what Bobby looks like. And you too. Will you take 8 of yourself alone. And a few with the kids. You know you could take a picture of four genereations. With your Grandfather. Am I right?
You said you could write pages of how you miss me and love me, well I wish you would. That’s the kind of things I like to hear most. You are the most important thing in my life. When you write about things like that, you won’t have to worry about what to write about. Just write your thoughts about me and what you dream about, and some of your future plans. That should give you plenty to write in every letter, and every day. I love you Mag, more and more every day. Just like you love me.
I guess this sounds like a screwy letter to you, but I try to answer your letter as I go along, trying to leave any of your questions unanswered.
I think I’ll close for tonight but I’ll have more tomorrow.
Goodnite Maggie,
All my love,
Pres.