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 Italy.  I don’t quite know how he managed it, but it certainly was a lovely thing and she was so excited over it.  I enjoyed seeing her so happy 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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