Wednesday Night

May, 13, 1942

Dearest Hal,

            Sorry not to have been able to get this written Sunday night as I always do. Mother is still in bed, this makes the third week she has been sick. I manage to keep right busy now. Sam needs me to play with him but it makes me rush around to finish my work. I wish Sam had someone to come and play with him but everyone is saving tires and now we will be rationed on gas. Only three gallons a week if you are “non essential” and we are not considered essential because we do not drive our car to work. I really don’t mind because I can get along all right and if it means helping to win the war I can’t do it fast enough. It seems there is no shortage of gas and as soon as transportation to the East coast can be provided we will have all the gas we want.

            Julian R. has been home on leave for five days. He is in the Air Corps. I think he does something about the radio, wireless or whatever it is. That was his hobby before he went in now he is instructing in that field. He has been made a Sergeant. He has also learned to dance-imagine! He took Peggy to a dance at the plant. She said they had quite a nice time in spite of Julian’s dancing which she termed as not being so good. She has also been going with a Gregory boy who is on the Staunton Police Force. I am not very impressed. I thought you might be interested.

            It seems that nothing ever happens around here. I wish I could make my letters as interesting as yours are. Last week I got one you must have written on Easter Sunday or there abouts.

            Sam and I miss you more than I can tell you. We plan so many things to do when Daddy comes home. We are counting very big on that eventful day. I hope it may come soon.

            I went to a meeting of the Garden Club today. I hated to leave but Mother insisted so much. I think I will enjoy that very much because you know how I love growing things. How I look forward to the day when we can start planting our own garden around our own home.

            Your letters are such a joy. Please try to write often. I have always wanted to see what you are seeing now.

            I took Sam to see the Jungle Book by Kipling when it was in Staunton. How he loved the animals and especially when I told him his Daddy was in the country where the story is laid. He wants you to bring twelve elephants this time.

                                                                        Take good care of yourself, all my love,

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