June 2, 1944

My dearest Hal,

I got a letter from you today. That made me unhappy. You don’t seem to be getting any of my letters and I hate so badly to think of your looking back for mail and not getting any letters or having your questions answered.

We now have ten $1000 bonds. Sam has five $25.00 bonds. I keep them in the vault of the bank or rather Mr. Bussey keeps them for me. I certainly do hope they are all right there. They hope to have some safety deposit boxes installed soon. The boxes have been promised for some time but everything is uncertain these days. I have a list of all the serial numbers to be sure we could always have them replaced in case of fires or theft.

I got the opals a good while ago. A month I should think. I think they are perfectly beautiful, exactly the way I wanted them. I have worn them several times and everyone admired them very much. I think it is lovely of you to go to so much trouble to have them fixed just as I wanted them. I am happy maybe you will come across a bracelet or some pretty earrings. You see I wear my hair as you remember it and I can wear earrings very well, if I had some earrings to wear. I wear the bracelet you sent me a lot and I enjoy it very much.

We are all terribly worried over Daddy’s condition. He has grown steadily worse since having his teeth out. I suppose he was terribly poisoned and it may be months before he is better, if he ever is. He has been taking quite a bit of aspirin each day and that relieved the pain pretty well. Lately, however the aspirin has been upsetting him and he has such a poor appetite that he had to stop taking it. He is so sore and stiff, he can hardly move at all. We helped him to sit up in his chair because he gets so cramped lying in bed in one position. Dr. Thomas came to see him today and he says he thinks Daddy should go to the University Hospital for observation. He told mother and me but we haven’t said anything to Daddy yet. Dr. Thomas has another kind of serum he is going to try. He has tried several with out any very helpful results but I am praying this one will be the one.

Poor mother is nearly frantic with worry about Daddy. We have not heard from Bob for three weeks and we usually got about three letters a week from him since he was sent overseas. I try to tell her that all the mail is probably being held up but she can’t help worrying and that is bad for her blood pressure and gives her indigestion. Honey, I almost feel like not writing when I have so much grief and woe to write about. It is a wonderful relief to get it off my chest but it is hard on you.

I’ll be so glad to see you, I think just having you hold me in your arms again would make everything seem tight with my world. I can hardly wait for that wonderful day to come.

All my love,

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