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.