March, 5, 1944

My dearest Hal,

            Sam is getting along all right.  His rash is just about gone and we let him get up today.  He was getting so tired of the bed and it was awfully hard to keep him happy that way any longer.  I let him put his clothes on so of course he thought he was completely cured.  I don’t know how soon it will be safe for him to go back to school but not for several days I should think.  I am so thankful that he has gotten along as well as he has.  I can’t help worrying when he gets sick.  Though we have been wonderfully lucky that he has been sick so little.

            We have been having some nice rains lately, and my we certainly needed them.  The first ones we’ve had since last summer and every one was beginning to wonder if it’s ever going to rain again.  A lot of people have been out of water and have had to haul it.  That must be a terrible bother.

            Peggy went to church today but I stayed with Sambo.  Peggy teaches a Sunday School Class.  I did too for a while but when I started teaching school I gave it up.  It didn’t seem fair to the children as some of them were in my room at school.  No child should have to see that much of a teacher.  I seem to be still teaching and now it is most unsatisfactory, as I don’t know from one day to another if they will get a teacher or if I shall have to go on with it.  I missed most of last week because Sam was sick and now I dread going back.

            Daddy went to town Saturday and had five more teeth out.  He suffers so much with his jaw and he hates so much to have to lose them but of course there is just nothing else he can do.  He has five left and he hopes to get rid of those the next time he is allowed to have some pulled.  I always go with him because he feels too bad to drive home.  He don’t even like for him to have to drive the car.  He is so stiff; it really isn’t safe for him to do it.

            Sam wants me to stop and play checkers with him.  He is quite a boy for games.  He likes to play almost anything as long as he is winning.  He will probably be good at games like his daddy.  I hope he will learn to play ball and other outdoor games but that will have to be your job.

            Honey, when are you coming home?  I do hope it will be sooner than you think.  We are so anxious to see you, it seems as though we just couldn’t wait much longer.

                                                                                                            All my love,

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