October 31, 1943
My dearest Hal,
The end of
another month and of course that means your homecoming is one month nearer. No matter
how long it has to be, everyday that passes is bound to bring it one day
nearer.
I am
getting $98.00 a month for teaching. I have $6.00 deduction. $4.90
for teacher’s old age pension and 1.10 for victory tax. This month I had
$2.00 deducted for dues to State and National Education Associations. It is
always something you can’t win. I doubt if it is worth it, but 2 like being
busy because it makes the time pass so much more quickly. This job isn’t easy
because the children were very poorly prepared last year and I have had quite a
time trying to get them started.
Sam has
been wearing him shoes over very badly so I am taking him to Dr. Dickerman (the Dr. who works on Mother’s feet) to see why
he does his shoes like that. I don’t imagine there is very much wrong but I do
like to be sure he is all right. I feel especially responsible since you are
not here to help me.
I have been
busy this weekend making our report cards. Yesterday I dug up my gladiola
bulbs. They are so big in spite of the dry weather. I am hoping for some very
special blooms next summer. The whole family enjoyed them so much. I shall
plant them in the hope that you may come in time to see them bloom. Everything I do I find myself thinking how much
more fun it would be if only you could be helping me do it. I look forward to
those years we shall share so eagerly. Yet there are times when I have
misgivings. You will find me changed I know. Everything we do is bound to leave
us a little changed and all these months you have been gone have left their
mark on me. I look older for one thing and I have those awfully bad days when I
feel as though some terrible tragedy was impending. I remember how you used to
understand and comfort me as no one else has ever been able to and I miss you
more than ever.
It is
strange, but the memory of your tenderness and the knowledge of your love are
the things that make this separation bearable for me. Everyone is kind and
tries to help me but it is thinking of you that helps me most. I think there is
something wonderful about being able to make someone feel as I do that my
future happiness depends upon you, because so much of the happiness I have
known was your doing. Frank Munn had just sung “Serenade” by Schubert. I closed
my eyes and tried to pretend I was safe in your arms again. It was lovely even
though it was only a beautiful dream.
We miss
you, darling.
All
my love,
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