Monday November 29, 1943

Dearest Hal,

I meant to write you a letter last night but I had a sick headache. I almost never do that and I can’t imagine why I should have one. Anyway today I am better though I am on bus duty at school and standing out in the cold wind wasn’t so pleasant. I don’t mean to gripe, I guess I have very little to complain of really.

Things seem to have settled down after the fire and the accident and nothing much seems to happen. We had a very nice Thanksgiving dinner. All it lacked was to have you and Bob here to help us eat it.

Did I write you that old Mr. E. (Mrs. H.’s father) died Thursday a week ago. Poor old man, he had been so badly crippled with rheumatism he could hardly get about. He always asked about you and was forever teasing me about how glad you must be to get a “vacation” and wasn’t I jealous of all these girls you’d be seeing and other such nonsense. He was really a very funny and people were always leading him on to see what they could get him to say. I don’t know if you remember him or not.

Dr. T. said Sunday that he had heard from “Chip” and he mentioned having had some papers examined by a Captain Wilson who said he had hear Dr. Thomas T. preach and he wondered if they might be kin to. Are you located near him? Nellie and Frank I. know him and like him very much indeed. He writes detective stories. I read one of them not long ago.

I am glad to tell you that I hope that some longer shoes and foot exercises and a few trips to the doctor will I think fix up Sam’s feet in due time. I may be unduly alarmed but after the fear full time that Mother has I just can’t take any chances.

Peggy has finished tying up her Christmas packages and I have not started. I am sorry to say I just got up any enthusiasms for Christmas this year. I had hoped so much that you could be home for Christmas. I know it just isn’t possible but my how I miss you. Nothing is much fun unless you are here to do it too.

All my love,

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