Dec. 3, 1942.

Dearest Hal.

I do hope you will be able to make out what Sam’s letter is about. He is quite thrilled at writing to his Daddy. Today we had your letters and Sam was tickled because you drew him some pictures, so, as you can see, he has returned the favor. I did my best in labeling them, but am not sure you can make heads or tails of this letter.

You need not worry about my teaching. I have no idea of doing anything you don’t want me to do. I have substituted 3 ½ days that is all. I don’t really need the money, but I would like to save more. Still I feel you are right. It would probably be more expensive and we wouldn’t have any more than we do now.

I am very much upset because you have not gotten a promotion. I do not believe there is any justice. I should think you were certainly due, and I don’t see how they can hold it up. They weren’t frozen when you should have gotten yours last summer, so I think you ought to have yours no matter what ruling is in effect now. Never mind. I don’t care except it looks so unfair.

We are fairly well. Sam and Mother both have colds but are better. We have had some very cold, windy weather and that makes Daddy’s rheumatism worse, but he goes every day more than he is able to. I’m afraid.

We enjoyed seeing Eliz & Wilber. Sam and I got a big kick out of the stores all decorated for Christmas. I didn’t have a chance to shop much because Sam spent all our time in the toylands or riding on the escalators. He loves both and has talked a great deal about going back. He was right glad to get home. He said he had to wash his hands too much when he went on a visit.

Write us real often. Your letters mean a great deal to us.

All of my love,

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