9 January 1943

1 small sheet, 2 pp.

Sure am tired; worked hard all week back in the press room on a man job, but in a wk will have a good pay; arms are so sore. Don’t think I’ll be able to take time off when you come home, but we can be at my place at night right after I quit work, then I’ll get plenty of sleep. Jimmie came back last night; we’ll go see mother tomorrow. I’m always thinking of you; it took me 30 years to find the one I love.

10 January 1943

1 small sheet, 2 pp.

Jimmie & Edna & I came up here to see Mother, who is getting along fine. I’ll see you next weekend

11 January 1943

1 small sheet, 2 pp.

Sure hope you get to come Sat so I can be with you Sunday. Got back from Pitts all right but am pretty tired. Worked 48 hrs last wk on a man’s job & thought I’d make more money, but nothing doing; have had about enough of this place. Sure will be glad when this war is over & you’re home again. I’m cooking home now for eats are sky high.

25 January 1943

2 small sheets, 4 pp.

Please write me every day. Was tired when got home from Pitts last night at 12. Will you come home Sunday? Will clean up the house & have things to do this wk ‘if I am going to be sick’; still want you to come to my place 2 evenings so we can be alone. Going to your mother’s for dinner Wed. Sorry I didn’t give kisses & hugs in yesterday’s letter, but was in hurry to get train home. How I wish you were home for good, but that can’t be, so we are lucky you’re in this country. Hope you’ll feel good when you come home, for I won’t be so good.

26 January 1943

3 small sheets, 6 pp.

Got your letter, stamped Baltimore; did you go to Balt Sat night, so that’s why you didn’t want me to come up Sat? I don’t feel so good; I came sick this morning; hope to feel good when you come home. Glad your ankle is better. If that fellow writes to me, I won’t answer, so don’t worry. Got letter from Carl & Jimmie; Carl‘s training ends Feb 6; thinks he’ll get 7 days off; you know what that means; I’m afraid for him. Won’t have any money till Thur; afraid to wait till then to send it to you, for don’t know when you’re coming home; so I’ll call your mother & tell her you said for her to send it to you. Love, etc. . . .