Friday, September 5, 2014

13 August, 1944
India
Sunday Eve

Dad gets clear on his dream.  The caption on this photo is "Our Castle"


Dearest,

I received your letter dated the 28th day of July and I sure was glad to hear from you.  As I write to you I feel so good and I find it to be my favorite passtime.  I hope it is yours also.

I doubt very much that your grandma would accidently throw the letters away.  In this letter you mentioned getting some kind of pictures.  What kind were they?  If they were of you, send me one.  Sure would love it.

I never did receive that candy you sent me.  I figure it was lost.  I'm sorry.

Well. darling, today was Sunday but that meant only one thing, work.  Before going to work I went to church.  The Gospel part of it today I really paid attention to.  I was extra attentive.  I don'tknow why but I was.  It was all about the Virgin Mary.

Today again it rained causing a flood.  After finishing my army chores I returned to the tent and did a little carpentry.  I'm making a place to put my clothes.

Darling have you ever figured out how and where we would live after this war if we should ever get married?  Do you think we could make a go of it?  Back in Chicago I know that I would be able but I don't know how I would make out if I left my hometown.

Living in a city would be hard to get accustomed to, but it would save a lot of wear and tear on the little lady.  There are a lot of conveniences that we have in the city that make work easier.

I could picture that day in the future (soon I hope) I come home and at the door waiting with open arms (for my pay envelope) the sweetest little darling in all this world.  As I walked up to you I would take you in my arms hug you and after that walk arm in arm into the living room where I would say what a busy day I had at work.  You would smile and say what do think I did all day, layed around?  I'd say yes and then we'll have a little argument, then I would make a truce with you and sign the bargain with a big kiss.

I could taste that good ole home made supper we are going to have.  After supper we would just sit down and relax looking at each other like a couple of love sick kids.  Baby darling, how I wish I was with you at this moment.  I can't express in words how I feel, it would be so easy to show you.

Darling I can't wait for the moment this war ends and I'm out of this Army racing to you.  Our life will then just begin.  Gee, there I go spouting and I don't even know if you care for a big clumsy Yankee like me.

Dearest darling, I'll close now sincerly with all my love,
Ray

PS  Good night darling.  When you receive and are reading this letter I'll be dreaming of that little home of ours.

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