Sunday June 25, 1944

Dearest Kitten:

Here it is Sunday and as usual it is a lonesome day for me. Sundays are always a bad day for me. It seems that I am more lonesome for you on Sundays than any other day. It is probably due to the fact that we always planned for our Sundays together, also that on Sunday I have more free time to think of you and home.

Tonight I received letters 31, 32, and 37. It has been four days since I heard from you last and the letters were really appreciated.

It will be strange for me to return home to a half grown family. Nevertheless I am impatient for that day to arrive. What a mess it is going to be when this is all over and all the men will be trying to return home. Transportation facilities will be taxed to the utmost.

Maybe Bobby and David will become good friends. It would be nice if they should grow up together.

You are not having very good luck in getting to see a show lately. It seems that every time you mention going to a show, something comes up so that you have to postpone it.

We read in an Australian paper about the crew of one of our boats taking up a collection and sending almost $500 to a bunch of strikers. The crew wanted to company to use the money to pay the salary increase, and that if the strike was settled before the money reached them to send the money to someone else who was striking as that seemed to be the American past time nowadays. They said that the strikers thought more of a few pennies than they did about the lives of the men who were fighting for them. What a slap in the face that was.

I sent the telegram on the 2nd, by your letter it was not delivered until the 9th. I did not know that it took so long or else I would have sent it sooner. It occurred to me that it might scare you a bit until you opened it and read it, but knowing that you would be anxious to know whether you were going to start collecting the $10,000. I knew that you would be O.K. until you read it. Do not take me seriously, I'm only kidding about the money.

There is never a doubt in my mind about your love Sweetheart because I know you. I love and trust you with all my heart. There is never a doubt in my mind and for that reason I never worry about it. When I worry about home it is for other reasons.

Gosh but I love you Beautiful. M-m-m how I wish this was one of our usual Sunday nights. What a time we could have just about now. I can just picture it, I am sitting in the easy chair with you on the hassock, laying back in my arms. The only light is the pilot light on the radio which is playing sweet music, very softly. Ho hum, such is life. Here I am and there you are, both wishing and hoping for the same thing.

You are getting to be quite a seamstress. Keep it up. You will never be sorry if you do learn to make your own clothes.

I sure get a kick from reading about the things our children do. It must have been funny to watch Bobby take off his shoes and stockings and dust them.

[Page 3 appears to have been lost. Or is misplaced...maybe I'll find it by the time I get through the rest of these letters.]