Wednesday April 9, 1941
Dear Mary Rose:
Your letter and picture certainly were fine and hit the "spot". The leather case is a swell idea and very convenient. Tonight I sat and looked for a long time at your likeness and let my mind run back to Cincy to think of the good times we had together. I think you'll agree we did have lots of fun and good times on each and every occasion. All I can do or say is to look forward to a continuance of these happy moments when my year is served. Sounds like I'm refering to a prison term. Well there's very little difference as I understand it. Oh yes-thanks very much for the picture and folder.
Until further notice there will be no leaves other than week ends. It is rumored that we will not be allowed to go home until October. I hope it's just a rumor and that someone will break down and allow us to have a lengthy leave much sooner. Maybe it's better for me that I can't come home in view of the fact that I've just been here for three weeks. Things are getting a little brighter here or maybe we have just gotten use to the W.P.A. work.
My family has asked for a picture of their boy and I must do something about it. As soon as I get the opportunity to reach town I'll look up a photographer (if I can find one) and have my picture taken in my best covert cloth khaki. Your copy will be sent as soon as possible and I hope it's as good as your's. This I have a right to doubt.
I wasn't surprised to hear that Madge got married and can only wonder whether or not it was to Bill Martin. Who is the person with the knob on her headwho you refer to as about to be married? I couldn't make it out even though I tried very hard. I'm sorry indeed to learn that C.B.D. is leaving for H.O. He is a great guy and will be missed by all I'm sure.
Ash has not been feeling so well recently. He is having pains in his ears once again and you know how it is to have an ear ache. Walt and Hummy are getting along fine and have no apparent physical defects as yet.
I've received my new Easter tags and will sport them Sunday. My Easter outfit represents one new shirt. I bet your ready to make heads turn with your Easter outfit. I'd like to see the hat. It should be a Lulu.
It's time to turn out my flashlight and say goodnight and happy Easter...
As Ever
Stan.
April 11, 1941
Dear Stan,
I'm off (and not in the way you are probably thinking) so get that "I told you so" look out of your eye and I'll continue on my winding way.
What no rain- hail or windstorms. Or (am I right) are you just ignoring them. I'm curious. From your inscribed conversations you lead me to believe you you are having quite a time at Camp Forrest- what with tearing through mud- dropping things around, falling off of horses, washing windows and what have you. (By the way have you fully recovered from that 224 panes/pains of washing windows episode or do you still wake up nights screaming or have it your way shouting "Quit shining at me") Speaking of nightmares I had a bit of an animal dream last tnight and to make matters worse was dreaming myself into one of their number. Oh unhappy nightmare.
Don't become impatient and don't jump jump the gun- in plain English here comes that special bit of office news. Earl alias "Mort" has forsaken our little cluster to hop off on a flight with Wright Airplane Co.- in so many in-dolled up words- Mort now works at Wrights'. If I write in circles don't blame me- things are just happening too fast- from some whispered and some not-so- whispered conversations I think ( and no back talk) that we are enlarging the office and taking over (?) spot tof cluttered up space next door-I'll give you the low-down on this bit of tear-down as soon as I hear- (It's those gangster stories I have been listening to- not the weather that makes me talk like this. Also we have a new girl who goes by name of Mary and sits in back of me at that hither to empty desk since you left and they took the files and puzzles away. We had a farewell party on Clint Downs Wednesday from 6:00 to 8:00 to 10:00. Music by a phonograph- I fared well coming out only with a bruised shin and burnt finger from dancing but all in all I missed kicking my toes while dancing with you and trying to catch up with your new step.
Speaking of you I hope town yeilds a photographer who has his eye on you mighty soon in regards to a picture of you and not wanting any photographer to have a thing on me I'll await his results.
As I am coming to the end of this page and can think of a thousand things to say I'llned this one sided conversation and give you a chance to part in a word or two about this and that, So until then,
Sincerely,
Mary Rose
P.S. Tell Ash to pin his ears back and get rid of the ache. Walt and Hummy to keep up the good work in regards to health.
An Easter card was sent from Mary Rose a few days later:
No comments:
Post a Comment