Dearest Mother and Daddy,
Well, I was almost ashamed to put a 6¢ stamp on the last letter and mail it to you all, because it was so short. But I knew that I must write and let you know that all was well with me, or you might think that I had dropped off in a hole somewhere. It seems that when I’m on the go a good bit like that I don’t have too much time to think and then the time passes quicker, and believe me the next several months or even year can’t pass too quickly for me. The sooner this is all over and we all get back home, the better I will like it. Then Louis and I can settle down to a normal happy married life.
I’ve been working pretty hard. Every day we have been opening up another new ward, and then every afternoon Vivian and I have been going over to the Dispensary where we worked for a while, to do WAC physical examinations. We stay there for two or three hours every afternoon, or until we get through.
Right now I’m listening to the Kate Smith program on my radio. Of course as you have probably already figured by this time that this is Jay’s typewriter.
Well we have ourselves a little native house girl, and she is really good, and it sure saves us a lot of trouble. She just takes care of mine and Vivian’s tent. We pay her four pesos apiece and we don’t have to worry about a thing. She comes every morning and makes our bed, straightens up the tent, sweeps, and she even hangs up our clothes and everything. Every couple of days she takes our clothes to laundry. She washes them in a stream behind their house, and then the next day she brings them to the tent and irons them. In the afternoon she polishes our shoes, and just keeps everything cleaned up. It is really wonderful to just get up in the morning and leave our bed for someone else to make. Her name is Laurie, or that is what we call her for short. She is 16 years old and looks like she is only 11 or twelve. The other day she brought us a bunch of bananas, native bananas. They are just about half as large as the ones we have back home (if you can get any back there), and they are so meaty and sweet. They just don’t taste the same.
I’ve gotten more of my letters back that I had written to Louis while I was still at Camp Stoneman. But I still keep writing to him, because I know that some day he will get them. Every day I feel more and more that he is safe, even though he might be a prisoner of war.
All of you[r] letters have been coming in fine the past few days. The last one I had was written March 11th. Several days ago I also got a birth[day] card from Mrs. R. T. Frye. When you see her tell her that I appreciated it very much. They are always very welcomed, even if they are late. I got a letter from Aunt Esther that was written March 1st. I intend writing to her soon. But we have been so rushed lately that I’ve hardly had time to think. Glenna wrote to me after you had written her and told her about Louis. She wrote a very nice little note. Of course as she said, there was not too much that could be said at a time like this, but she just wanted to write to me anyway.
Yesterday certainly takes the cake though. I got a Tribune for the 27th of November. Can you imagine that?
It seems that when I’m not writing there are so many things that I can think of to say, and then when I start writing everything seems to vanish from my mind.
I hope Margaret is feeling better now. I haven’t heard from her in quite some time. Or maybe it just seems longer since I’m so far away from everyone. I wrote to her about a week or ten days ago I think.
Tomorrow I have the afternoon off and Jay and I are going for a boat ride. In a little launch of his. I know we will have fun. Tonight we are going out to the hospital where Col. Arn is stationed to have dinner. Then we are going to a show nearby there. So you see it is nice to have someone to take you places, and who has their own private jeep.
Mother I would like for you to send me some cologne of some sort. I want a couple of bottles, and each one a different kind. I don’t care what you get, just so it isn’t too strong. You just pick me out some nice clean-smelling “stuff”. Don’t get perfume, just cologne.
Well, I guess this is all for now. I’m still praying with all my heart that we will have some good news about Louis very soon. It will be three months tomorrow since he was listed as missing, and that is so long. But what you have written me about people being located after they were listed as missing, certainly gives me hope and encouragement. I know he is alright. I’ll write again soon.
Lots of love,