Thursday 26 April 1945

Dearest Kitten:

How can I put into writing, the feelings that I have for you? It is impossible to transmit to a sheet of cold white paper, my great love and affection for you. I love you Sweetheart, is the simplest and most sincere words that I can put down.

Your husband is in a very mood, Darling. Do you know what I would like to be able to do? It is to be able to rush home at 5:00 P.M. slap you on the can, kiss you and the babies, put my slippers on and after supper settle down in the parlor with the evening paper until you are through with the dishes. then we would put the youngsters to bed and sit quietly in the parlor listening to the radio and just enjoying each other’s company. How I miss those evenings at home with my loving wife. Those days will return again and soon, I hope.

Letter #258 came today. Why don’t you start with number one again and go as far as one hundred and start over again. Maybe you want to be able to nag me about how many letters you wrote to me while holding up the handful that I sent home to you. Is that it?

If you keep it up you will be a regular seamstress by the time I return home. I am glad that yo ulike it and are doing so well at it. It is always handy to know how to make clothes. Especially feminine attire. With two females in the family, it will be easier for you to keep yourself and Barbara in pretty clothes.

Give Bobby & Barby enough time with the little girl upstairs and I bet that they have her acting like a little Indian too. They must really act up at times. I am glad that they are active anyway.

Lorraine must have been embarrassed when Bobby wanted to go riding with his Daddy. I suppose everyone in a soldier’s uniform is his Daddy as far as he is concerned.

Yes I remember the feather clip you used to wear. I always did like your hair that way. If I could only see you with or without, just so long as I could see you I would be a very happy guy.

I have been having a little trouble with my back. I guess that I must have caught cold in the muscles. No, I am afraid that there is nothing serious enough for them to send me home. Last night it bothered me quite a bit but it is much better today.

Received a letter from Aunty Emma today also and things seem to be going O.K. with them. She certainly has her hands full with old uncle Charlie. How she even puts up with him is more than I can understand. Norman seems to be doing alright for himself.

I sent a bunch of the latest Beachcombers and a tourist guide to Queensland a couple of days ago so be on the lookout for them.

Have you kept all the Beachcombers and stuff that I have sent home? Someday, I may want to make up a scrapbook with them in it. It will be a nice souvenir for Bobby to brag about when he gets older.

We are in the rainy season down here now and there is hardly a day goees by but that it does not rain. Usually in the hours of darkness the days are nice but as soon as the sun goes down it gets cloudy and cool and rains before sunrise. The damp weather is what is bothering my back I think.

Well Beautiful I must close. Give my regards to everyone and kiss the babies for me, I love you Darling Wife, now and forever.

Your Loving Devoted & Faithful Husband,

Bob