My darling,

Nothing much of interest has happened since I wrote you Wednesday --- a V Mail letter. That was the second of that type of letter I have sent you. I intend to write that kind about every other time I write from now on.

On Monday, I received letter 14, written Oct. 29^th. It was wonderful to hear from you, and I hope to receive more recent letters soon, but I know that you are very busy and that mail is very uncertain. I surely appreciate every letter more than you can imagine. I am missing letters 8, 9, 11, and 13. I expect they will arrive any day now. I have received everything you have sent except the Xmas present you mentioned, and the film. In case you haven’t received some of my letters yet, I’ll repeat that the earrings are the loveliest I have ever seen, and I love them. You surely have wonderful taste, and they and my honeymoon ring make a lovely set, which is doubly valuable for the sentimental value it has. And the handkerchiefs are all here safely. They are lovely, all of them, --- so dainty, exquisite, and pretty. The anniversary ones are so attractive and different, and the ones for my birthday --- both with and without the initials --- are beautiful. For myself I picked one of each of the four patterns that you did not have initialed, and another #1 and #2. So that made up the other six. And, dear, the roses and gardenias for our anniversary were simply gorgeous. I have told you all of this before, but in case you didn’t receive the letters, I want you to know how I adore everything! I presume my Xmas present will be arriving before too many more days. From your description, it sounds wonderful. Sweetheart, you are so thoughtful, and so terribly sweet. Sometimes it seems as if I just must see you. I feel that way tonight, so if this letter sounds a little blue, don’t mind me. I’m really well, and so is everyone else here.

I just returned home from the doctors. I had my last cold inoculation for now. He is going to give me one once a month until the warm weather comes again. He gives a series of four, which he has just finished giving me, and then gives one a month for the rest of the season. Tonight, he also took a hemoglobin test (spelling?), and found that it was up to normal, for a wonder.

I am enclosing a clipping from the Morning Sun, which I think will interest you. Maybe your dad has also sent it, but in case you don’t receive has letter, maybe you will get this. And I’m enclosing a couple of pictures out of last night’s paper, which may also be sent to you by some of the family.

We are awfully busy at the office, as usual. And Dr. and Margaret McLaughlin are going to New York tonight, and aren’t coming back until Monday night, so I will be all alone there tomorrow and Monday. I hope I will be able to handle everyone all right. I know that I will have to work overtime, or at least, I probably will. But that doesn’t bother me --- it just gives you an idea of how busy we are there. I think the first of December we are going to add another member to our staff, which we badly need. I hope the McLaughlins have a good time in New York. The Dr. has to go down for some sort of meeting or convention, so Margaret is going too. I envy them. (And it brought back memories of how you and I used to go down.) She was so happy and all excited about going. I hope they have as good a time as they are looking forward to.

Last night, Sylvia and I went over to Mary Alice’s for the evening. She also had the wives of her two cousins. One lives here, the other is in town visiting her “in-laws”. The husband of the latter is in the service abroad. Those girls didn’t play bridge, so Mary Alice told us to bring our knitting or mending or whatever we wished. I took along my blue sweater. I am still working on it, but it is now will over half done. The trouble with me is I don’t have much time to work on it. I am at the office all day, and in the evening I like to write to you or sometimes read, or have mending to do, etc., so that I really don’t make very startling progress on it. But I hope and expect to have it done before the winter is over, so that I can at least get a little good out of it this year, and won’t have to wait until next. Or I should say this season instead of this year. I don’t know for sure whether or not I will have it finished before Jan. 1^st, but I hope so. It is taking longer than it did to make the one I knitted for you, because this one I am making for myself has long sleeves.

I hope you receive your Xmas presents all right. I wonder what happened to the anniversary gift I sent over 2 months ago --- Sept. 4^th, to be exact. I hope that all your Xmas gifts don’t go astray also. As I have explained to you in several letters before this --- due to a misunderstanding, some of your mail and a package from me and I think a package from your mother, and one or two packages from the neighbors on Brookfield Road, were sent you addressed to Hq. II Corps, A. P. O. 302, which was on the corner of one of your letters for a return address. I guess they know you there, however, and will forward anything to you eventually. And Monday, I guess it was, I sent you a tiny package containing the pair of Major’s leaves you asked for, and a few pipe cleaners. I am sorry I was able to get only one pair of the leaves instead of the two you asked for.

O Tuesday, Aunt Sadie and I went to see Betty Grable and John Payne in “Springtime in the Rockies”. It was in technicolor, and was fairly good.

Next Tuesday and Wednesday nights are the bazaar at church. I presume I’ll be going, though I am not too enthusiastic over it.

I received a letter from Grandma Cook yesterday, written the 8^th. She said she had received a letter from you the Friday before, and was going to write you the next day.

Margaret McLaughlin just phoned about a case that is coming up tomorrow, and she wanted to explain something to me about it, so I could handle it properly. She said she hoped she hadn’t bothered me, and I said, “No. I was writing a letter.” She replied, “Oh. Well, give my regards to the Major.” Now I wonder how she guessed whom I was writing to?

Wherever you are, darling, my thoughts are with you; not only for a few minutes, but practically all the time, and I’m not exaggerating at all. And especially at 3 o’clock each day, dearest, as you well know. And I pray for your safety, and speedy return to me. I miss you so, honey, and am so lonesome and lost without you. Please be careful, and take good care of yourself. You know how much I love you sweetheart, and I love you more and more with each passing day, if possible.

I love you with all my heart dearest, and am looking forward to our reunion, which each day brings nearer. I often think of those talks we had the last two or three nights before our separation, and that same faith and belief helps me immeasurably. And remember, sweetheart, no matter where you may be, I am with you in spirit, and in my thoughts and prayers.

All my love and kisses,

Your devoted wife, Jeanette.