March 2, 1944
My dearest Hal,
I am
staying at home today taking care of our little boy who has the measles. Dr.
Thomas has just been here and he confirmed our suspicions that Sam has the
measles. He assured us that this is not a bad form of measles and he would
probably have a mild case. I guess he got it at school. There seems to be quite
an epidemic of it going around just now. I suppose he might as well have it now
if he has to have it at all. I will have to stay home with him however, so I
guess Mr. Cox is still having his troubles trying to find a teacher. I’ll be
glad if and when they ever get someone to take it. It will certainly be a load
off my mind.
Tish called me the other day to tell me that Mary E. had
heard from Paul and he wrote that Lib was in the hospital sick, and the doctors
did not know what was the matter with her. The
children were staying with the neighbors and Paul had to try to look after
them, drive 12 miles to the hospital to see Lib and still do his work. He
sounds as though he had his hands pretty full. They all had the flu at
Christmas time and then went home when Paul had his furlough in January. I
always thought Lib was pretty husky, I know Tish
isn’t strong but I didn’t imagine Lib would be the one to get sick.
You asked
about the party Sis and Sara gave, but I have already told you about that in
another letter. It was a “hen party.” I don’t suppose it would be possible to
scare up any men for a party now. They are getting to be night scarce. I’m glad
I don’t have to do my courting in such times as these.
It will
seem wonderful to go somewhere with a man for a change but it is a thrill I’m
saving until a certain major in the Army gets a leave. Then I hope to really
celebrate. I think we might as well plan to make it a threesome because I don’t
believe your son is going to be willing to let you out of his sight. I feel the
same way, selfish as it may sound.
I am glad
you sent Sara the money. I had planned to give her some but of course I did not
know just how much you had in mind. I offered her a check but she refused it
because she said “Nana” had sent her a check for $100, which she accepted and
then another check for the same amount, which she said she did not intend to
cash. Don’t ask me why she sent two or anything about it because I don’t know
and I don’t ever like to ask any questions that would sound as though I were
trying to pry.
I have sent
Sara and Elizabeth each a check for $25.00. Of course that isn’t very much but
I am sure they understand what my salary was and would not expect a great deal.
I do appreciate the fact that they took care of “Nana” when I was not in a
position to do so and I felt they should have something. I most certainly do
not want to become in valued in any kind of a dispute over money or anything
else but I don’t think you need to worry. I try to do what ever is expected of me. I
don’t always know quite what it is but I suppose I manage fairly well. Anyway
your family is always very nice to me, and if I don’t do to suit them they
refrain from telling me about it.
Sara has
had a bad time as
I saw in
the paper that Rev. Foley of Lillington had accepted a call to Massy Creek
Pres. Church. You know they considered calling him to Hebrew while we were
living in Lillington but didn’t do it. I remember Jessie H. was on the
committee and she asked me about him after I had come home to live. I think
they were rather lucky in deciding as they did. Occasionally I run into Mr.
Jameson somewhere and he always asks about you and seems so interested. I must
tell him of your hunting experiences the next time I see him. He will enjoy
that. I think it is so nice that you have time to hunt some. I know how much it
means to you to be able to hunt and of course you need to relax as much as you
can. Please darling, be a little careful. I know how hunting is considered
quite dangerous even though you probably wont admit it, so please don’t take
risks. You know very well I simply couldn’t stand it if anything should happen
to you.
I would
love to tell you some news if I knew any myself. This place isn’t very much for
news and as I don’t get far from home you can see how it is. Bob has been to
One of the
casualties of war is Kleenex. You can’t get it anymore. You can imagine what
that does to a drip like me.
Mother and
Peggy are both feeling better this week. I wonder if I shall ever be able to
say we are all well again. Anyway I’m thankful for even small blessings.
Darling,
couldn’t you possibly make it spring instead of summer. I need to see
you very much.
All
my love,
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