Aug 21, 1945

Tues. Evening

 

Dearest Darling

            I didn’t get any mail yesterday or today.  I’ll look for some tomorrow now.  I keep looking from one day to the next for your letters.  My last letter was written the 8th so I ought to be getting some latter ones this week.

            Just think where we were this night three years ago.  That’s a long time ago too, isn’t it?  I thought about it a lot today at work.  It all seems like a dream to me.

            I guess Jr. told Kate he was expecting to get home the first 7 Sept. She got mad at something he said in his last letter & hasn’t wrote to him & says she isn’t going too.  All I can say is wrong with her, is she is really sorry she got married & she can’t do anything about it now.  I’m glad that’s one thing I never can say except I’ve wished several times I would have finished school first.  That’s the biggest mistake I made.

            I had some more tough luck Sunday.  I had a flat tire & put the casing in one of my best tires, all to “hell”. I had a re-liner put in it but I don’t suppose it will last long.  That’s one time I really broke lose & said everything.  It didn’t do any good after all.

            Honey there isn’t any news tonight.  Maybe I can write a bigger letter tomorrow night.

             I was in to see Jane last night.  I wondered when I looked at her how I would look when I get to be like that.  That will be something, won’t it?  Honey I’m going to close now.  I would love to see you honey, I miss you so much.  I’ll do more writing tomorrow night.  This is just a note.  I love you Ralph & always will.

 

                                                                        Forever yours,

                                                                                    Marge.