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354 August 2 - Thursday - 7:30 P.M. My Dearest Darling: This has been a nice day with mail and everything - Wendy's cough seems to be better too - I guess sometimes those old remedies are the most soothing. Besides a letter from you, today I received one each from M and F, Aunt Beth (she's in Cavendish now) Helen and Betty Chard. Helen's letter is a good, fun one, and I'm sending it on to you. The Chards have another son Kenneth Walter, born on July 9th. Betty says things didn't go very well for her during the last two months, but everything turned out alright, [pg 2] and the baby arrived after only 3 ½ hours labor. She didn't say anything about Chet, so I guess he's probably still at Pearl. [Iva?] was in Florida during the winter, but arrived back in Boulder in time to help Betty thru the end. The new house, they bought at Christmas time, is up near [Chatanqua?] and Betty says besides a big back yard, they have a wonderful view of the Flatironso, and Flagstaff. Last night I stayed up til almost midnight reading, so I slept late this morning. Little sweetie was most cooperative, and didn't wake up early. She had been put to bed at 5:30 P.M. and slept til 8:45, I guess its because last night was the first night in several, that she wasn't [pg 3] awakened by a coughing spell. By the time we had gone to town (stopped in at Mel-O-dee for some marigolds, and Sammy asked for you. I told him you were fine, but you just wouldn't come home. He looked surprized, and said it didn't sound a bit like you, and did I really mean it - After I assured him that you didn't have any choice in the matter - he laughed, and said that sounded more like it) shopped and got home, it was noon - I popped Wendy into her crib for a nap, climbed into my suit, and went out to the patio to sunbathe. It was a good thing I did, because after about an hour, the fog rolled in again. We had planned to go down [pg 3] to the beach this afternoon, but had to make a trip to town instead. Wendy is very well known in town, and lots of people stop to talk to her. Its because she smiles at everyone, instead of just sitting in her stroller looking adenoidal. I was hoping to get a letter today written after you had received my happier letters written after my Friday one, but perhaps it will come along tonight or tomorrow. And sweety - last night I forgot to thank you for sending along the “[Churo?] Chronicle” - I enjoy reading it. I did walk down to the Post Office last night, but I might just as well have saved myself the trip because there was just [pg 4] a wedding announcement from Sylvia Russel - you remember her from J H, I'm sure. Grammy phoned tonight to tell me that Gladys’ Warren had just arrived in San Francisco - He's been out a year flying liberators in New Guinea and the Philippines. Wendy is getting quite good at talking over the phone. When Grammy called, Wendy said “Hi” glubble, glubble, and when Grammy said “Yes” to something, little sweetie gave forth with a very loud “No.” She is a real little person now, walks better every day, but there are still, and probably will be for a good long time to come, a goodly number of bumps and bruises. I wish you could see the saucy swing to her pint-sized fanny, when [pg 5] she walks - its priceless. #286 Thank you for the gum - I chewed away for a good hour on latest copy of the N.Y. Times out on the patio. …hamburgers and raw onions - what do you mean by a rest every third day - hells bells, I don't want any rest - ever - certainly not every three days - Remember me? I can take it. And if I know you, you won't be needing any refresher course either. Sweety, soon after you went out - you wrote about being able to apply for leave after 15 months - has it just gone into effect? If you have to be away, I'll be very happy if you stay on Tinian for the remainder of your [pg 6] eighteen months, tho I do wish I could phone you or vice-versa. No, I haven't heard anything at all about the wallet, and since this much time has gone by already, I don't suppose I can hold out any hope for its return. Wendy gets a special hug every morning, and might from you, as well as several squeezes during the day. She is so soft, warm and cuddly, and has such an infectious giggle, which usually ends up in the hiccoughs. I don't pick her up when she falls down, except when I know she has really hurt herself, tho its an awful temptation to love her up a little bit each time. A propos of EFM - you realize I hope, that contents of messages are [pg 7] limited, because of set forms - It tests one's ingenuity, but I think they’re a great institution - I hope you will be able to send them directly soon. The Robbins had a little girl - rather than a boy as I had thought at first - the newspaper reported incorrectly. Yes, Janie had to stay in bed - the first six or seven months. Joe is a Lt. Com. Now. “Memphis Belle” in Japanese - how I should like to see that! Anything like those wonderful Boulder renditions of “My Blue Heaven”? Darling, when my allotment check comes in next week, I'm going to send $30 into our Savings account making it an even $600. Mother is being awfully sweet [pg 8] she writes that she has ordered a GE electric iron, and a small pressure cooker for us, and that she hopes to help us buy a new car as soon as you are out of the Navy - I think I'll feel sort of guilty, especially about the car, if we don't get father paid off before the year is out - how much more do we still have to go? Why don't we save together for a few months, and maybe get rid of it that way? Gosh this is a long letter for me - no? I wish I could write one every night, but most of the time there isn't much to say. Before I close, must tell you of Today's Amusing Incident: While I was in the market this morning, I left Wendy up front, and when I went up to [pg 9] claim her, I found an elderly lady commenting on how adorable little sweetie is. When she saw me, she looked puzzled and said, “How old is the baby?” I replied 14 months. Then she asked questioningly - “You aren't her mother” - I laughed and said I was -She then asked “But, my dear, how old were you when you married? “Twenty - one, I said “-Well, you don't look any more than 15 now!” At which I'm sure I blushed, and everyone else laughed. At any rate I'm glad I don't show my age, even if sometimes I do feel about a million years old inside- Well, Tinker, I repeat - its as wonderful as ever to be married to you and - I love you dearly- Bobby Later Thursday Aug 2 - 11:30 P.M. My Darling: Just a good night note to tell you again how much I love you. I've been reading, and thinking ahead, til it almost seems as if you must surely be coming home soon. However, impatient I am - I've been so since the day you left - the time will pass, and we will be together again. Then, on nights like this when my toes are cold, and my eyes sleepy, you can take me to bed, and I can tell you all that's happened while you were away, and you can tell me about the ever so many things that need telling about. Goodnight sweety, and this time I'm really going to bed- I love you- Bobby
