Sept. ?, 1944

Thurs. Eve. 7:30

My Darling,

            I am feeling much better tonight. My cold seems to be a lot better. And how is my dumpling? I was hoping I would get a letter from you soon but all in vain and I understand. I was late getting to work today. I over slept. Fags didn’t say anything to me about it. Darling I’m so sorry I didn’t write you last night but I didn’t work yesterday morning because I was so sick. So last night I worked from 5:30 until 10:00. When I got home I was just all in and I went right to bed. Please forgive me Pheety.

            I received the nicest letter from your mother today. I was certainly glad to hear from her and I mean it. She sent me a picture of Mary M. and Jerry. My! How he has grown. Would you like to have the picture Pheety? You don’t have any of them. I’ll send it to you if you want it.

            Pheety I want to ask you something and give it great consideration before answering. Rose (you have met her) wants me to go to Illinois with her. She is going there to join her husband. He told her he would find us both a room and rent is much cheaper there. He also told her that jobs were plentiful. Darling it would be closer home for me and if I should ever get real sick I could go home. I do hate to worry you about this honey I would like to go but not without your permission. Rose said that if I ever ran short of money she has plenty and would be glad to share with me. I know Pheety that you have the wrong opinion of her since the first and only time you saw her. She’s really a good kid honey. I think I told you I was up to her house for dinner Sunday. I’m so sick of working at Fag’s. My hands are a mess and I smell like hamburger all the time.

            She is going to leave the 15th of next month and is counting on me so much. Pheety I hate to worry you about this.

            I made an appointment to get a permanent in my hair next Monday. The beauty operator said she wouldn’t have to cut my hair at all. I’m sure it will look much better honey. I’m getting it fixed at the Payne Ave. Rec. Beauty Parlor. I know that girl well as she eats into Fag’s all the time and I talk to her a lot so I’m not worried about her ruining my hair. I’ll send you a picture of me with it curled.

            Darling you wanted me to tell you everything I have been doing and I haven’t been doing anything. In the evenings I write to you and the folks and I read and wash my clothes. Pheety I’d rather tell you how much I love you. I’ve been lonesome for you Dumplin. I worry about you a lot too. You mean all the world to me and you know it. Every night before I climb into bed I say a prayer for you and I tell your picture I love you and goodnight. That picture looks so much like you honey. I remember every line of your face and your smile and that gold tooth. Your hands and every little thing about you. I love you so much Vincent and I know you love me and think of me every minute of the day too. Won’t it be a wonderful feeling honey when you come back and we won’t ever have to be separated again. We can build us a little home and just live for each other in our own little world. You’re all that’s in my world now Pheety and no one else can ever enter it as I have locked the doors and lost the key to my heart. Remember the last night at the fort? Didn’t we have a heck of a time? We made it anyway.

            Every night honey about 6:00 I keep watching the street cars when I am eating my supper. That is an awful sickening feeling honey to be around this place and remember all the things we did. How you used to act a fool so much and I just loved it. Really I did honey. You’re so cute and I’m so darned jealous that I don’t want anybody else to know and see the cute things you do. You’re right Pheety when you say I’m selfish but I just can’t help it. Anything that belongs to you, I just have it into my head that I should keep it. I know I should share your things honey but I just can’t do it.

            You wanted so much to give that black folder to your dad, you even bought me a new wallet so I’d give it up but selfish me no! I still won’t part with it. Dumplin you carried that folder and you never carried the wallet so I hope you understand why.

            Well precious I had better close as it is 8:10 and I could go on writing from now on but you write one big long letters and send me all your love and kisses and take good care of yourself. I’ll be a very good girl because I can’t be anything else but that and I’ll write to you often honey. I’ve sent one of your Christmas packages already but please don’t open it until Christmas. There will be more things coming that you can open but please Dumplin not the little package.

            I love you with all my heart.

                        Your Wife,

                                    Margaret

P.S. Write to me as often as possible.

 

I’ll always love you Pheety and I’ll always be waiting for you.

 

Be a good boy.  Here’s another kiss for you.

 

Everybody says to tell you hello and they just about drive me crazy asking about you all the time. Especially the girls. Even that railroader you worked with. Remember Ernie Costello? He hauled the biggest score into the Bowling Alley last week and they had a big write-up in the paper about him. Boy is his shirt ever filled out.