Spitball Army

March 25, 1943
Thurs. 12 noon

Dearest:  I love you.

Missed writing to you yesterday, & it just seems ages to me now, since I’ve written.

The ice has melted on the creek & we really do have a beautiful sight to view now with such a wide space of river.

Dad & I started on our moving yesterday by working up in the attic and sorting things out.  Guess you & I have about half of what’s up there.  Mab. is coming over Sat. to help us as so much is hers too.  Jim will be over & join us for supper then Dad took yesterday off to pack.  He asked for a French toast breakfast to begin with.  We had lunch together & then both went down town.

I had to have the “air” test at 5:30 p.m. by Dr. Lang.  Guess it wasn’t too satisfactory & I have to come back next Wednesday – He said he wasn’t worried about a thing though.  I only know I certainly had pains across my shoulders & in my neck last night after the test.  Today, I feel a little bit “achy.”  Certainly want to get everything fixed up the way it should be.  I’m so anxious to have you home, Honey.  Dreamed about you last night.  Can’t tell you about it as it was rather mixed up – but you were there & that’s what counts.

Joined the Business Girls’ Club again for the Spring Term – I do enjoy being with the girls.  Guess Max. intends to join too – then Winnifred is there too –

The end of the page comes too soon, but am going to continue this on another sheet.  Do hope you are all right – Had a letter from Marge Schroat & Alice Athey this week.

With all my love –
Beverly