August, 30, 1943
Dearest Hal,
I have just
talked to Eliz. She said they were
taking Nana to
We all feel
that if it were possible for you or Billy to come home it would be a wonderful
comfort to her to have you. Eliz said
she is going to the Red Cross to see what they could do about having you sent
home. I have no idea that anything like
that will be possible. I wish very much
for the sake of your health that you could come home for awhile but I don’t
even hope that such a thing could really happen.
We have not
had so very much fun this summer. I have
felt that I simply couldn’t make the effort when you are away. I will make a bigger effort for Sam’s sake
because he proved to me that I really have been selfish in thinking about my
own loneliness and not caring enough to try to plan fun for him.
Last Friday
they held the Sunday School picnic out at the lake and
because of the gas shortage they had a hay ride to get the picnickers to and
from the lake. Sam was wildly excited
and he really did have the most beautiful time playing in the water and eating
dinner to say nothing of riding on the wagon.
I had never been on a hay ride either and I thought it was quite a lot
of fun. Sam said I remember when Daddy
took us to a place to go swimming when we went to see him down in
We are very
much thrilled over having the house painted.
I have always wanted to have it done ever since I can remember, so it
seems like a dream come true. She had to
have an awful lot of work done before we could start painting. It took over a week to clean it and nail down
all the loose boards and get ready for the paint.
I haven’t
heard a word from you since you went to the Rest Camp but I am hoping it did
you worlds of good.
Mother and
I have been making bags for the boys at the W.N.G.H. They wanted some to keep things in that they
could tie on the end of the bed and so everyone has been trying to make some
for them. They wanted a thousand.
Darling,
please write to me. It seems so long since I have had a letter from you. We miss you so much.
All
my love,
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