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Bev to Ande: 7 May 1943

May 7th, 2008 · 1 Comment

May 7, ’43
Friday  8 pm

Hello Honey!

I do love you very, very, very much.  Please be careful and take good care of yourself.  I’m looking forward so much to your return, and it does make me so happy to have you as mine, and to feel that you are a part of me.  I do think you’re wonderful and I’m not kidding.  I mean every word of it.

Worked this a.m., and then took Aunt Addie to another Aunt’s funeral this p.m.  Dad isn’t home yet.  Remember Uncle Sherman in Clearwater?  His funeral was today, and Dad went there.

Dad and I saw the most beautiful little bird last night.  I tried to find it in our bird book, but still am not sure what it was.  It was a rather bright blue, with yellow tipped wings, and a white breast – a very small bird.  Have any idea what it could have been, Sweetheart?

You can hold your nose on this one – but – did you hear that in a recent survey, it was discovered that radio announcers have smaller hands than usual?  “We pause for station identification!”  (wee paws)  Terrible!!!

Good luck

You’re such a darling,

Love,
Bev

Bev to Ande: V-Mail of 7 May 1943

Tags: Bev & Ande

1 response so far ↓

  • 1 Vince // May 15, 2008 at 2:33 PM

    “We pause” as worst joke ever? hehe Love how she explains it.

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