April 9, 1944
Dearest Hal,
All day the
words to a currently popular song have been running through my head. The only line I know goes “Jee, I’d like to be with you on Easter Sunday,” but that
one line expresses the way I feel just perfectly. Maybe you have heard the song. I wonder if you are able to hear radio broadcasts
from over here. So often we will hear
the announcer say this is being short waved to our troops overseas, but I
should think the time would be wrong for you to listen.
I didn’t
have a new Easter outfit this year because I can’t feel it’s quite the thing to
do with a war going on. I wore my blue
suit and hat, both of them two years old but still very nice looking (I
hope). I certainly do miss having my
husband here to send me flowers. I
supposed I could send some to myself. A
great many girls do that very thing but the idea just doesn’t appeal to
me. I think no matter how much I enjoyed
the flowers I enjoyed more the idea that you loved me and were taking that way
of showing it.
Peggy had
an orchid. The first one she has ever
had and she was thrilled to death. She
was not expecting Harry to send her flowers, especially when he is in almost
more than if I’d had it myself. I guess
I’m too old for such romantic notions anyway.
It should
have rained on Easter Sunday according to the weather man but he was wrong as
he very often is, and we had a lovely warm sunny day which reminded me very
much of the last Easter we spent together.
John M. brought his family over and Sam and the little girls hunted eggs
and had a lovely time.
I hope
yours has been a pleasant Easter, my darling.
I wanted to spend this day and everyday with you, but I’m trying hard to
keep busy and make the time pass as quickly as possible. I am trying above everything else not to
think too much about the wonderful things to come because if I do I could not
stand the waiting.
All my love,
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