June 13, 1945

Wednesday Evening

Dearest Ralph,

I’m awful tired tonight, as I’ll just write a few lines. It’s gotten awful hot here lately.

I didn’t get any mail the last couple days. I hardly expected any. Kate W’s brother is getting home from England. Three of the girl’s husbands on the line where I work are getting home. Kate is expecting “Satchee” too but she doesn’t know for sure yet. Dorothy E. was here tonight and Carl is getting home next week. Maybe our turn will come before long. It makes me miss you more than ever when the rest start coming home. There’s nothing we can do about it so no use complaining.

Probably within the next two years there will be a lot more changes. For the better, I hope. I love you, Darling so much I never can tell you in words.

There isn’t much news around here. I think Ila must keep you informed with the Harlem gossip. That’s some town down there. The Ander’s own almost all Harlem now…. I’ll bet Earl thinks he is somebody now, since he bought the store! I wonder what poor “Satchie” will buy when he gets discharged, maybe a wife?

It’s getting late so I think I’ll start to get ready for bed. There is nothing else to do here.

Honey this isn’t going to be much of a letter but I’m too tired to write much. I love you Ralph more than you will ever know. I’m still hoping to see you soon but not making any plans what so ever. I’ll sign off for tonight with all the love in the world to the sweetest soldier there ever was. I love you Ralph and I’m not kidding. Keep writing because your letters mean a lot to me.

Love & Kisses

Marge