I've had some requests lately for a "Harry and Helen" post and I agree that it's time. Spent some time last evening reorganzing the three boxes of letters I have. I pulled from the 1944 box. Today we're celebrating Ash Wednesday 2011. In 1944 Ash Wednesday was actually on Feb. 23. By now Harry and Helen were half way to Easter. Let’s take a look.
March 9, 1944
I’ve finished taking a bath and putting up my hair and I’m now penning a few lines to you. I see my pen is about out of ink too, so I’ll write until it stops.
Today was just one of those days. I was terrible busy . . . finishing up dictation from yesterday. Mr. K really piled it on me. I like to be busy though. Seems as though no one I knew was in the store or anything. Edith is all fagged out. She thinks she’s been having it hard with taking care of the furnace and cooking since Saturday. I told her today I did that all the time before. She didn’t calm down a great deal though.
Tonight I decided to try again to get you. When I was ready to come home from the folks’ I had the call transferred over here. Gee - they didn’t call, didn’t call, so I decided I’d finally call back and I finally got the message that you were out in the field until Friday and there was no possible way for them to get word to you. I hope I didn’t cause you any trouble in trying to get you, did I?
I thought maybe talking to you would help the morale of both of us.
Darling I got the bank draft today for $10.00 and am enclosing it herewith. The pen ran out so here I am in the morning.
Tonight I am going over to Connie and Kenny’s house after supper for awhile. She at first wanted me for supper but she would fuss too much, so I said I would go early. Then we could chat for a while.
Darling, I had a very long letter from you yesterday. The one you wrote Sunday. I’m rather glad you’re through school now, but surely wish they’d assign you – not just leave you attached. Honey, I’m a bit inclined to think you are wrong about the air corps getting all the breaks. They certainly don’t up here. I have heard that Ralph said he’d much rather be in his camp than Baer Field.
Honey, I love you more and more as each day passes. You mean everything to me. I do mean it, dear. Sometimes I wonder how we’ve stood it this long. I’ll be one happy person when I can tell you the many things I want to tell you and love you the way I want to love you. Listen, I have a secret you can tell the world. I love you! Or didn’t you know. Without you backing me up I’d hardly feel I could go on, but when I know you are counting on me, I want to go on keeping up here at home. I’m glad to do it.
Just remember dear, the best man won! I love you soooo much.
I’m yours forever, Helen