Sunday, December 19, 2010

Dearest Margie: July 8, 1940

July 8, 1940

Dearest Margie,

Well here it is July 8 and the end of my first week. I must admit that it has ever surpassed my greatest hopes and I really like it. The only draw back is that I am gradually going to go crazy until I see you again. After the first week it seems like a month since that final week. The last few nights I would have given my whole month's pay to have you back here. Why don’t you and your mother drive back this far with your brother and stay a week?

Flood got in yesterday morning and I got him to stay the whole day and he arrived into Akron at 7 this morning. We brought him out to the temple and all the way out I had him telling me about you until he got exasperated. We went to the ball game in the afternoon and I took some swell action shots with my camera. I’ve turned into a camera freak. I’ll send some good shots home to you if I get any.

After the ball game we went down to Chicago and had dinner. Then we went to the ‘Beach Combers' that has just opened here and had a zombie. Both Flood and I are now confirmed zombie drinkers. One fixes you up just right and they are very easy to take because they taste like fruit punch. I think even you would like it. Maybe I can get you to have one when I get home. Well anyhoo, we found Bill on the train and a marvelous time was had by all. Oh! If you could only get back here what a marvelous time we would have.

Your letters are swell and I only wish I could write as well. Keep writing often and although its hard for me to keep up I’m so busy, I’ll do my best. Besides you, I have to write home, and Flood and Morris, Smitty and a dozen others (All males except a short one to Barbara about once every other week.) I’ve only written her that first one, only, hell, I got another one from her today. However, its just as you say, when I get back everything will work out OK and just the way you and I want it to. The others are lucky if I write at all because every time I get a chance I find I’m writing to you

I bought ‘Nearness of You’ the other day and ‘I’ll Never Smile Again’ and ‘Chant of the Weed’. I’m playing our song right now.

The living expense back here is worse than I thought because food is so high, but when I get on the road it won’t be so bad and I can save a great deal.

You know if I find a good opening I might take it instead of going to law. If not I’ll come back to law. Nevertheless, whatever I do its going to be arranged so that I can come back there just as soon as possible and we can start where we left off. Maybe things will change for the better if this war finishes and I think it will soon. There won’t be so much unrest and uneasiness.

This letter sure rambles and I hope you can make sense of it. Don’t forget to send me a picture. The one in the El Rodeo – the sorority picture was good and I really like your hair that way. But any picture will do if you can send one back soon.

I really miss you and I feel that (as I said) I’ll go crazy if I don’t see you soon. I hope that this not seeing each other won’t wreck things. I know it won’t as far as I am concerned and I don’t blame you if when Chuck comes back you realized that you have made a mistake about him and really care. He’s a great guy and I hope he still considers me his friend, and I still think you had better think it over carefully.

I don’t know why I’m saying this, it doesn’t make sense. I guess I still can’t realize what happened. I can’t make myself feel I am worthy of it and you.

I guess I had better stop this senseless rambling and sign off. Have patience about these letters, I’ll write a good one yet.

All my love, Margie,



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