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,
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