Spitball Army

I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.

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Say, one really can get a lot on these V mails when typing. I’m almost running out of material.

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I was shocked when I saw Uncle Pete but he looks better to me already, maybe I’m getting used to him. He uses his arm pretty well but it is quite stiff yet – that is in reaching his face.

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Remember the lovely pink-flowered bush we had outside of our cottage door at Mission Beach and the seeds we gathered from it? Well, I just finished planting some of them, and am anxious now to see what they will do. Wouldn’t it be grand to have Calif. flowers in Minn.?

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Are you able to collect many pictures or postcards? I can just hear your asking me, “Bunches, care if I show my ______ pictures?” Just as you always did about the Icelandic ones – you Darling.

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When I think of those months we were together, it seems that every day was a day of romance and adventure too. Marriage is an adventure, and what an exciting, beautiful one.

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This hasn’t seemed like Sunday at all, as we’ve spent the whole day working.

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Mrs. K. has been working for the U.S.O., but says she can’t make up her mind as to what she really wants to do. Said she has been nursing a finger “which the monkey tried to bite off.”

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He thought we didn’t stay half long enough, but it had taken us so long to get over there, that we had to turn practically right around again to arrive in time to get the roast on. I fixed the dinner last night for the kids – having roast, onions, carrots, date-celery-orange salad, and strawberry pie for dessert.

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A group of young women from our Club want to do their part in making the Amer.-born Japanese soldier, who has proved loyal to our U.S. feel welcome amongst us in the ‘Y.”

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