Spitball Army

April 22, ’43
Thurs.  9:30 p.m.

How are things with you today, Hon?  Loving you more than ever and for always.  This was a very rainy day, but managed to keep busy indoors.  Did some washing and ironing, practiced, finished crocheting the place mats and they’re already to be placed in the cedar chest.  The chest is so full now, that can hardly get any more in it.  Of course, I have the Icelandic wool blanket and my afghan in there and they do take a lot of space.  Then – I played your records again and listened to your wonderfully-sounding voice.  I’m so glad you had them made for me.  They’re excellent!

I’ve been baking beans today and have discovered the secret to success.  If the beans are kept covered with water all during the baking, they never get hard and are just fine.  I evidently have allowed mine to become too dry – made some brown bread, too.

Wrote to Aunty and Uncle Pete and told them again how much I think of you – how wonderful I think you are and what a perfect eleven months we had together.

Aud. expects to be home soon, as Don isn’t going to be able to get any more time off.

Called Florence Hanchey this week and she seemed pleased to hear from me.  Imagine that they’ll be seeing your picture in their church one of these days, as sent it in quite a while ago.

Tomorrow is another hospital day.  Hope I get their system worked out for them O.K.  I miss you, Darling.  Any chance in my coming to you?

Love,
Bev