Jan.
10, 1944
Dearest Hal,
When I was
in town yesterday Saturday, I saw Marshall B.
He seemed awfully glad to see me and anxious to hear some news of
you. He will be having a change
shortly. All he knew was that this was
his last furlough home. He was looking
fine but I imagine he was really a bundle of nerves. You know how
We still
have had no word from Bob. The waiting
makes us all anxious.
Mother is
feeling some better but still coughs some and doesn’t sleep well yet. I am desperately worried about Daddy. His rheumatism is as bad as I have ever seen
it. We have to help him up out of his
chair. I am so afraid he will get
helpless. I have never seen anyone in my
life who had such a horror of it. The flu left him awfully weak, no appetite,
and a bad cough. He has not been
outside the house since Christmas day.
It worries him very much because he cannot look after things. I do the chores and fire the furnace. I get it real warm before I go to school and
then bank it until I get home again. So
far it has worked very well.
School is
as usual, nothing very interesting happens there. This is by far the hardest room to teach I
have ever had. They were poorly prepared
but they are doing better now and I have certainly had to work. Sam got a letter from you today and he was so
thrilled to hear from you. He tries to
write you but it is such an awful effort to keep still, much less to write,
that I guess I’ll have to write for both of us for awhile.
Darling, I
miss you so dreadfully. I do hope you
are coming home some time soon. Don’t
you think there is a possibility of a furlough?
It seems
wonderful to be addressing your letters to Major ____ ____ _____. We certainly were thrilled over that. I can hardly believe it.
All
my love,
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