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Authors: Barbara Bretton
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31,1944
February 14, 1944
Happy Valentine Day, darling!
I’m curled up on the window seat in our bedroom, watching the snow fall. The radio says it’s the coldest day of the year so far, but I’m nice and warm under the quilt your Grandma Alice made for our wedding present. Hard to believe that was almost 25 years ago!
The girls are both at work. Nancy has been complaining about the bank a lot the past few weeks. She says her boss is a cranky old lady who hates young girls, but I think it’s more than that. Nancy has many good qualities but punctuality isn’t one of them. Sometimes I think if I didn’t make it my business to see she got out of bed in the morning, she’d still be asleep come dinnertime. I wish you were here to give her a good talking-to.
Work has been Cathy’s salvation. She is the first one in the office in the morning and the last one to leave at night. She has put her heart and soul into helping out at the factory and I’m certain the men all appreciate her efforts.
She’s become best friends with Eddie Martin (remember him?—you hired Eddie just before you left to handle the shipping department) and the job the two of them are doing would make you proud. But don’t worry. We’ll keep everything running smoothly at the plant. You just worry about keeping yourself safe so you can come home to us soon. More than anything in the world I want things to be the way they used to be.
The hot water pipes nearly froze last night. We had to hurry down into the basement and wrap them with blankets the way you told us to. Coal deliveries have been cut back. Mr. Russo promised me we’d be first on his list next week.
Did you get the sweater I made for you, and the cookies? Mr. Fontaine at the post office said the cookies would arrive just fine if I wrapped them up right. They’re your favorite kind—chocolate chip. Sugar and butter are hard to come by these days so I may not be making cookies again for a while unless I can trade ration coupons with someone on the block. You wouldn’t believe the wonderful vegetable casseroles I’ve concocted—we don’t even miss roast beef!
I don’t mean to concern you, but Nancy has been talking about finding a job out on Long Island, near your sister. She and Cathy haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately. I suppose it’s inevitable—how can a girl as young as Nancy understand what it’s like to lose the man you love? As much as I don’t want Nancy to leave home, perhaps there is something to the notion of allowing her the chance to be young and carefree. At least as long as Anna and Frank are nearby to keep their eyes on her.
I hope the army is taking good care of you. I worry that you’re not eating well or getting enough sleep. In Johnny’s last letter, he told me the food there is really quite good, but I’m not certain he’s not saying that just to ease my mind. You ease my mind and send me a snapshot of the two of you as soon as you can so I can see for myself that you’re fine.
The snow is drifting against Edna’s front stoop. Last night she covered her rosebushes with newspaper and twine to keep them safe. Right now they’re buried under the show. I hope they survive. I can’t imagine spring without Edna’s roses.
The girls bought me a tiny heart-shaped box of Fanny Fanner chocolates and Nancy promised to make supper tonight for all of us. Macaroni and cheese. I wish so much that you were here with me, Tom, darling. The house is so empty and lonely without you.
God bless you and keep you safe from harm.
I’ll write again tomorrow. I miss you and love you more than you’ll ever know.
Your Doro
March 1, 1944
Dear Doro,
Hadn’t heard from you in a while, but then eight letters came from you today. Also three from Cathy and Nancy, and one each from Edna and my sister Grace. Best haul I’ve had in almost a year. I wish the stinking post office could spread the bounty out a little better but beggars can’t be choosers. Some guys
February 14, 1944
Happy Valentine Day, darling!
I’m curled up on the window seat in our bedroom, watching the snow fall. The radio says it’s the coldest day of the year so far, but I’m nice and warm under the quilt your Grandma Alice made for our wedding present. Hard to believe that was almost 25 years ago!
The girls are both at work. Nancy has been complaining about the bank a lot the past few weeks. She says her boss is a cranky old lady who hates young girls, but I think it’s more than that. Nancy has many good qualities but punctuality isn’t one of them. Sometimes I think if I didn’t make it my business to see she got out of bed in the morning, she’d still be asleep come dinnertime. I wish you were here to give her a good talking-to.
Work has been Cathy’s salvation. She is the first one in the office in the morning and the last one to leave at night. She has put her heart and soul into helping out at the factory and I’m certain the men all appreciate her efforts.
She’s become best friends with Eddie Martin (remember him?—you hired Eddie just before you left to handle the shipping department) and the job the two of them are doing would make you proud. But don’t worry. We’ll keep everything running smoothly at the plant. You just worry about keeping yourself safe so you can come home to us soon. More than anything in the world I want things to be the way they used to be.
The hot water pipes nearly froze last night. We had to hurry down into the basement and wrap them with blankets the way you told us to. Coal deliveries have been cut back. Mr. Russo promised me we’d be first on his list next week.
Did you get the sweater I made for you, and the cookies? Mr. Fontaine at the post office said the cookies would arrive just fine if I wrapped them up right. They’re your favorite kind—chocolate chip. Sugar and butter are hard to come by these days so I may not be making cookies again for a while unless I can trade ration coupons with someone on the block. You wouldn’t believe the wonderful vegetable casseroles I’ve concocted—we don’t even miss roast beef!
I don’t mean to concern you, but Nancy has been talking about finding a job out on Long Island, near your sister. She and Cathy haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately. I suppose it’s inevitable—how can a girl as young as Nancy understand what it’s like to lose the man you love? As much as I don’t want Nancy to leave home, perhaps there is something to the notion of allowing her the chance to be young and carefree. At least as long as Anna and Frank are nearby to keep their eyes on her.
I hope the army is taking good care of you. I worry that you’re not eating well or getting enough sleep. In Johnny’s last letter, he told me the food there is really quite good, but I’m not certain he’s not saying that just to ease my mind. You ease my mind and send me a snapshot of the two of you as soon as you can so I can see for myself that you’re fine.
The snow is drifting against Edna’s front stoop. Last night she covered her rosebushes with newspaper and twine to keep them safe. Right now they’re buried under the show. I hope they survive. I can’t imagine spring without Edna’s roses.
The girls bought me a tiny heart-shaped box of Fanny Fanner chocolates and Nancy promised to make supper tonight for all of us. Macaroni and cheese. I wish so much that you were here with me, Tom, darling. The house is so empty and lonely without you.
God bless you and keep you safe from harm.
I’ll write again tomorrow. I miss you and love you more than you’ll ever know.
Your Doro
March 1, 1944
Dear Doro,
Hadn’t heard from you in a while, but then eight letters came from you today. Also three from Cathy and Nancy, and one each from Edna and my sister Grace. Best haul I’ve had in almost a year. I wish the stinking post office could spread the bounty out a little better but beggars can’t be choosers. Some guys
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