Friday, Feb. 1, 1946-

 

My Dearest Hal,

            Today Mother, Peggy and I went over to Charlottesville and brought Bob Page home.  He is much better and we are all so happy to have out baby boy home.  I do not know if he is straightened out now or not.  Then a baby has stomach spasms you just have to wait and see.  Dr. Birdsong says he thinks Bob Page will out grow his spasms and not have to have an operation.  They are much better and he may soon be over them entirely or they may return.  In any ease I know that to look for now and how to treat it.  I have been very much worried about him but now I am sure the worst is over.

            I know you will be happy to come home to a comparatively clean place after living in such a smoky atmosphere as you describe.  I thought you were on your way as I did not hear from you for over two weeks.  However today I had two letters written the 9th and 10th of January.  He has gotten a big telescope and a small telescope and two eyepieces.  If you plan on sending more telescopes ill have to build a house to hold them, but Sam and I are very much excited over what we will be able to see when we get these telescopes fixed up.  The large one is of course too heavy for us to handle.

            Bob writes from Fort Meade and says he is still in the hospital there.  He has a kidney infection and says they won’t let him come until it clears up.  I hope it is not serious and he can soon come on furlough anyway.  He is so very anxious to get home.

            I have written Elizabeth four letters so she has heard more than any one else except you about the baby.  I will write her again however and tell her the latest developments.  I wish I had more time for letters, but with a sick baby you simply can’t find time.

            I had a cold while Bob Page was in the hospital but am all well now and do hope I am going to have an easier time from now on.

I have wanted to have Billy come out and stay a few days but Sara’s children have chicken-pox and as mine have not had it of course he can’t come now.  I simply can’t risk having poor little Bob Page catch anything.  He is having such a hard time anyway.  Right now he is sleeping like a lamb.  My how I hope this keeps up.  Darling, we miss you very, very much.

 

                                                                                    All my love,

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