I am yours alone

October 6, 1943

Since I’ve decided to write to you on the stationary we use at work I don’t think I will start by saying George, my darling, or sweetheart or even dear stinky. Just in case someone would happen to stop by my desk they won’t wonder what in the world I’m doing sending a communication to one of the supervisors and opening it by saying: My darling or something to that effect.

I sure am going to have a panic today trying to type fast, I guess I don’t live right anymore. Saturday when we got home from work and I went to get out of the car, the nail on my index finger broke right down to the quick. Just because I had decided to file it down when I got home I suppose I should be glad it saved me that much more work.

My little let is o.k. now. It would have healed much faster if you were playing with it every night.

Sorry you didn’t get to go deep sea fishing. Maybe you will get a chance to go soon.

I don’t do the same thing I use to do before at work. It’s more or less a promotion. I work for this man who has charge of all the stock in the plant for our department. He tells everyone how much they should have. Then I type up communications like this to the men in charge of different plant and purchasing houses. It’s pretty nice but I don’t have enough to keep me busy.

THe man I work for is like an odd lady. He’s constantly puttering around. He’s up in the administration building now. I don’t know what he would say if he came in now and saw me writing a letter to you.

Margie, Dan, Mother, Dad, the Skipper and Nan all went to Aunt Rose and Uncle Charlie’s for Sunday dinner.  Well this morning my mother was telling us some of the things Skipper and Joann had to say to each other. They were in the play room when Joann said to Skipper that he was a bad boy. On their way home the kid was telling this to them and he said: Mother why did she say that to me, she doesn’t know me? How do you like that.

My darling I know you have a lot of work to do and I don’t expect you to write to me every day like you use to. When you do write if it isn’t a long letter it’s ok. I’ll just have to read it that much more. And sweetheart even if you can’t manage to write a letter just drop me a card just so I know that you still love me and that you are all right as far as your health is concerned. How is the cold you got? Are you taking care of it? I sure could take care of you and your cold if you and I could get together.

You asked me in your last letter if I was tired of reading in your letters that you love me. Well stinky you just let down a little and you’ll find out so fast it will make your head spin. Don’t you know darling that is what keeps me going. When I’m so blue I want to scream I just take out all your letters and read them again. Then I think of the things we use to do and it makes me feel a little better.

Sorry my darling but I have to leave now the old man is coming now and I want to pretend I’m busy if I can.

I’m still waiting for the picture of you in uniform that I was supposed to get a long time ago. Remember stinky I said when you send me yours, I’ll send you mine. I guess you don’t want it very bad. (I don’t really mean that darling)

Be sure and tell me how you are doing in school. Keep up the good work my darling. I love you and you alone. I’m sure and I’m positive.

Your loving wife,




Next Letter: October 7


September 30, 1943

Just a lovely little card today.




September 28, 1943

Oh my darling,

Thank you a million for the wonderful letter. Darling you make me feel bad when you have those thoughts. Just because bad things happen to other fellows my dear don’t ever think it will happen to us. You may think I don’t realize what I’m saying. Believe my dear. I do. I know, I’m sure, I’m positive that I love you & you alone. We have been through too much my sweet to let distance make any difference in our love. If anything it will help realize how much our love can stand & how deep it is. Don’t pay any attention if the other fellows tell you all women are alike you know my darling how much I love you.

I haven’t had the chance to show you lately in person & this is the best I can do as far as the mail is concerned. You should know my sweet we have been though a lot, we are in love for keeps whether you (I’m sorry I don’t mean you) we like it or not. I know my darling we not only like it we love it.

If I wanted to break off with you I’ve had the chance and didn’t take it. Do you know why George? Well I’ll tell you once more & I’ll keep telling you, till you die. I love you & you alone. Will you please bear that in mind?

I don’t want these Joe College’s or these army officers or these glofidy war workers either. There’s plenty of them around.

I have a proposal of marriage from a fellow but I didn’t take it, how could I when I’m married already to the sweetest, greatest soldier in this man’s army. Yes, you dope, I mean you. Didn’t you recognize yourself?

I’m glad you received the money & candy. You know sweetheart I didn’t even think about the two dollar angle the way you did.

I’m ashamed to say it my darling but when you didn’t write I though you went out, got drunk & got yourself married to some jerk. I should know better & I do my sweet but gee you know how  a guy gets to thinking funny like that. I took out your nice letters & lost the bad thought right away.

The Skipper still talks about you & your balloons. You wouldn’t recognize him now. His latest expression is “I just got an idea!” Nancy Lee is as quiet as a bug. Margie & Dan have a few pictures of her & the Skipper. I’ll pick out the nice ones & send them to you.

I haven’t seen or heard from any part of your family since Mattie’s wedding. I told your mother I was going to wait until she called me. Do you write to her very often? You better write to Evelyn & tell her to be careful, she was kind of free with herself at Mattie’s wedding. There isn’t anyone at home to watch her since you are gone.

Well sweetheart please let me tell you once more I love you, I love you, I love you.

Come now we must got to bed now my husband.




Next Letter: September 30

September 27, 1943

Dearest George,

It’s funny how often I think about you. Oh I suppose it’s not funny at all.

You know my darling I don’t think we appreciated how close we were when you where stationed at St. Louis.

It used to be hard enough to write newsy letters to you when you wrote to me often. Now that I haven’t heard from you in two weeks you can imagine how hard it is for me to write to you now.

The only news that has happened at our house is that Rose got herself a part time job at a defense plant. She works from five in the afternoon to ten at night. She claims. Since she is lucky enough to have Paul home she can do a little to help by working at a defense plant.

We had a bond drive at work & I’ve increased my allotment each week & I bought two bonds. One $50 for mother & a $100 one for Dan Paul.

The Murphy’s are sleeping upstairs now. Mrs. Coullard has an extra bed room. I’m sleeping in their bed. I sure wish you were here to warm me up.

I suppose you must get tired listening to me constantly complaining. Darling when I ask you silly questions like “Do you know when you & I will see each other again?”

I hear from Lorraine quite often & she & her husband are very happy.

I don’t know whether I told you or not but Lawrence Wells & his gang were out at the plant to play for us. Gee it sure was nice to dance to his music.

Darling our bond drive week we had quite a few celebrities. Some people from the Empire Room were there also.

I’m listening to the radio & a man & woman are singing “Sweetheart” from the musical “Maytime.” I better close this letter now because I’m going to bed now & cry my heart out. I’m so tightened up inside I think if I cry I’ll feel better.

All my love for you alone.

Yours Toni

XXXXX etc.


Next Letter: September 28

September 20, 1943

My darling,

You must think I tell you that I go to the show on Sundays with girls just to put something on paper that looks nice. Well my little chum you’re mistaken. I decided to write to you now before I went to the show or I might be too sleepy when I came home to-nite. It will probably just be about 9 or 9:30 but last nite one of the girls from our department was going to California to work in the Douglas Santa Monica plant. Her boyfriend is stationed down there someplace & they’re going to be married. The party didn’t start until about 10:00 o’clock & the people we were going with lived in Evanston & this kid that was driving the car didn’t know his way around so with a little help from each of us in the car we finally got to the house at 11:30pm. After staying there 45 minutes everyone decided to go bowling. Luckily I had my bowling shoes in the car because it was the gang I ride to the bowling alley with on league nite. By the time we finished bowling it was 2:30am. We all then decided to have ham & eggs. Gee there sure was a gang of kids when we got in the place. We bought the girl that was leaving some luggage.

Speaking of people taking trips my aunt J. & her sister are going to Florida to see Bud. I think they’re leaving this week. They sure are looking forward to that trip.

Darling I want to ask you how long it took you to get out of that bad mood you were in last week. It takes such a long time for you to get my letters that you will probably forget you were even in a bad mood.

I am enclosing a picture you & I had taken last time I was down to St. Louis. My gosh but that sounds like years & years ago.

Sorry my darling but the girls are coming now & I’ll have to leave you for now. Please come to bed to write tonight & always yours,



Next Letter: September 27

September 16, 1943

My dearest darling,

I am writing this letter sitting under the dryer at the beauty shop. I washed & set my hair at home because I couldn’t get an appointment for a week. My hair was so dirty it was beginning to change colours. Mother wouldn’t let me wash it unless I could get it dried. It certainly wouldnt try at home with no heat in the house. The weather has been so damp.

I washed my girdle two days ago & it still isn’t dry enough to wear to work.

Sweetheart I’m so sorry you took my last letter the wrong way. I’m sorry I ever sent it. After it was too late to do anything about it I wish I hadn’t sent it to you.

I know you must hate the red tape for the army but I guess it can’t be helped. I’m going to pretend you never wrote that stuff about going overseas. I don’t want you to feel you can’t tell me things because I’ll pout like a baby. I want you to write & tell me the things that happen I promise not to complain anymore.

Darling I don’t like the bad thoughts you have. I don’t care even if you have a lot of good ones to make up for the bad ones. You should know by this time that’s you & you alone I love.

Our bowling league started Tuesday. I’m on it. I think I told you that before. The first game we lost by three pins but we won the next two. My average for the night was 123. We’re going to have shirts made. I’ll tell you later what there going to be like/

Well my dear stink I’ve been under this dryer for 1/2 hour. So I think I’ll go home now.

Please my darling remember that I love you.

Your woman,


P.s. What do you mean sending me more kisses then asking me if I want them? The very idea send me more.


The Princess.



Next Letter: September 20

September 14, 1943

Dear Stinky –

Gee Whiz! I’ve never seen or been in such stinking weather in my life. It rained all day yesterday which was Sunday, all nite & it was still raining to-day.

Saturday was mother’s birthday, the usual gang was over you know, Margie, Dan, Mr. Fancher, Skipper, Nan, Johnnie & Tess with Ida Marlene. They left Taffy home. Mrs. Murphy was over with her man friend. My Aunt J & Uncle Paul came over after work. Rosemary & Francine came over after the show & of course I was there without my man. He’s in the army you know, as the Skipper would say.

I’m sorry darling that I haven’t been writing as much as I was. The days seem to go by so fast & I don’t seem to be doing anything.

No my darling I’m not sick & I do still love you. (Does that surprise you). I wish you could have been a little gremlin Saturday nite.

My uncle asked me if I was very lonesome. I suppose I happened to be starring into space. I was thinking about you & how different my Saturdays would be.

Well anyways he proceeded to tell me about how a girl who was engaged to such a fine fellow was to behave. He went ahead & said he was sure if I did happened to go to behave like a young lady in my position should.

Darling even if its so far away please darling talk to me about when we’re going to be married. Sweetheart are you getting tired of hearing me write the same time all the time. I’m not blaming you because we are not being married this month. It’s just that I’m always thinking about how much I miss you & how much I love you & it puts me in a sentimental mood. So please my sweet be patient with me.

I’m going to start to business college to-nite. I planned on taking steno so I can be somebody’s secretary. I don’t think I know enough. Besides if we do get married & I come to stay with you & go overseas for a while or something I might want to get a job & my knowing steno will no doubt be helpful.

Well my darling husband I’ll love you for now but I don’t want to leave you ever.

Yours Toni.



Next Letter: September 16

September 10, 1943

Dear George:

You guessed it right when you said it would make me mad when you told me you had a chance to go to OCS and refused it. Your saying it would make me mad was an under statement. It made me furious. The day I got your letter I went to the Doctor with Dan. He took Skipper because he has some spots on his arms and hands. They were kind of worried but the doctor said it was nothing. Well as I started to say I told Dan about your having the chance to go to OCS. He couldn’t imagine why you would refuse.

You know darling, it surprised me to hear you got the chance and refused it. When you knew how much I wanted you to be an officer. You always said you would do anything for me I was so sure you would do this. I guess when people say they will do anything for the one’s they love there are always exceptions. Well this must be the exception for me. Regardless of how bad I wanted it for you and myself. Maybe someday you will get the chance again and take it this time. I am terribly disappointed.

I’m glad to hear you did so good in your grades at school of course I knew you would. Keep up the good work darling. Those C-54 are some ships eh stinky? Have you told your chums your little woman works where they make them?

Oh Darling I could beat my head on the wall when I read the part where you say you won’t be able to get a furlough for six months at least. Oh darling I’m so lonesome I know I shouldn’t complain so much after all in your neck of the woods it must be worse. Sorry darling but I can’t help it.

Darling sometimes I don’t understand you. You got a chance to go to OCS and refused it then you got a chance to be a physical instructor but refused that also. Darling what do you want? I thought the most important was for you and I to be together. Well what little I know if you took either job you would get more money and you will get to stay in one place longer than if you were just a plain soldier.

Oh well darling enough complaining for a while. Tell me sweetheart all there is to tell about the town. All the news you have told me is that you are sixty miles to New Orlens. (some spelling eh chick)

Darling you have sent me a few letters since you have been in Miss. and every one of them seem to have a different address. I’m going to use the latest one. I sure hope you get it real soon. How long does it take sweetheart for you to get one of my letters?

Yes it was nice of the boys at the shop to write to you. I knew about it because Mr. Babber was in the shop at the time and he told me about it.

It comes time for us to part my darling for a while. Come sweetheart let us to got bed.

I love you my darling you will remember won’t you darling.

Your loving wife,


P.s. Tex is writing to me again. He’s been across flying a medium size bomber. he’s in Florida now, his plane was shot up coming home from a bombing raid. He is a Captain now not bad for being in the army for not more than a year and half. You could do it too my adlring if you wanted to.




Next Letter: September 14

September 8, 1943

Dear Stinky,

I don’t know how it happens but the days just go right by.

You remember I was telling you I was going to Mattie’s shower. Well that night when I came home from work I went to get my hair done. I thought I’d be through by seven & go home, change my clothes & go. Somehow things don’t always turn out like I planned them. You ought to know that. Anyway while I was under the dryer I had it on real hot so it would dry in a hurry. I suppose because I was so hungry and the heat was so intense that was why I got sick. My stomach was upset &  I had a headache so I wasn’t able to go. When I got home I went to lie down I thought I would feel better. It did help a little but I thought I better stay home so I would be able to go to work the next day. I tried to call your house three times but the line was busy. The next day your mother called me.

I went to the wedding at church. It was very pretty. I was sitting with your moth & aunt from sixteenth. I tried to be a good girl but I couldn’t, I just had to cry. When the minister said I pronounce you man & wife the tears just rolled down. I felt like a jerk. All I could think of was that should have been me & George. I think I’ll have to give you up because I want to be married so bad. I guess I’ll have to start looking for a 4F or an old man with a lot of money.

Well darling since Douglas is paying me to work I think I better get busy now.

Please take care of yourself & pray that God will help us find a way soon to be together.

As always I’ll remain yours,


I love you stinky.


Next Letter: September 10

September 1, 1943

My dearest darling, 

I was going to write you last nite but I decided to wait until to-day Sept 1. What a different day it might have been if you were only here. “If” my what a small word. It certainly holds a lot of meaning. 

This is Sept. This is the month we were going to be married. As I sit here & write this letter to you my dearest I’m thinking of all you & I have been through. The happiness we’ve had & the unhappiness I’ve given to you. 

When I get the chance I’m going to make every moment of your life a paradise on each. You know how wonderful it feels the first time you put Jr in Susie. Well believe it or not every moment of your life is going to be just like that starting the moment we get married. You may think I’m just saying that but sweetheart just you wait & I’ll show you one of these days. One of these days soon I hope. Just as soon as you say the word we will get married. All I’m waiting for is your word. 

Darling have you done anything about seeing a priest yet?

Oh my darling when I got that beautiful card & letter from you yesterday I got goose bumps all over. If Margie wasn’t there I’m sure I would have broke out in tears.

Tonite I’m going to Mattie’s shower. I don’t think I’l buy her anything, I’ll just give her money & let her buy what she wants.

Oh darling I miss you so much & love you so. I had such a wonderful dream last nite. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. 

Your loving wife, 


I love you. 

P.s. I held my breath through that last letter of yours about superman. Do it again & I’ll come to Miss. & beat you up. 


Next Letter: September 8

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