Wednesday morning
Hello my dearest “Johnnie”:
(Now I am not going to call you this, (“Johnnie”) very often for I don’t like it, I only did it now, for fun)
Well, how’s every thing these days? We had quite a trip to the cottage Sunday thru Monday and got by as far as the OPA was concerned, much to our relief, but we had a plenty going down to show we weren’t on a “lark” and coming back likewise as I had picked up a whole crate of strawberries and eighteen lbs. of shelled green peas to can, so again, “they” could have seen the results of our trip.
Papa had a quiet birthday compared to other years but what we did for it and our going down he seemed very grateful for it all. He isn’t well, and seems not very well satisfied with the work he has to do in having the garden. I doubt if he will attempt it another summer. The place looked lovely, his flowers and every thing about the out side looked nice, but goodness knows what it is going to look like when he isn’t there to keep it in this shape, except that it will look as the others do.
All the Masons’ asked after you.
Your friend Dabney called up the other night for your address, said he had something to tell you, so I guess you will hear something soon. Ha.
The case of Bud and the army has opened again. Don’t know how far he will get this time, but I hope for his sake he will get right into Hitler’s lap. I’m not wishing Bud any bad luck, but he wants it, so here’s hoping he will get it, for he will not be completely happy until he does. We will write you as we hear any thing for I know you will be interested.
We have had lost of nice rains for a week now, so “victory gardens” should grow and grow. We have plenty of weeds plus---- garden.
Do you get our letters in bunches and why? I have an idea your mail is only delivered every several days, consequently our letters pile up. This is too bad, our Uncle Samuel should see that you all get some each day. Any way, when you have an opportunity to write us, if you haven’t time for a letter, why don’t you use those cards like Beulah McCalley sent you at Christmas? That would give us something from you yet those wouldn’t take so much of your time.
Waxhaxaxhadxxotaxofxrainxwhiahx All this scratch out is where I started to tell you for the second time that we have had some nice rains, Ha Ha. Don’t know what people would do if they couldn’t talk about the weather.
Since I do not have to be telling you lots of talk for boating purposes and advice because of run down spirits, and remind you to “make good” ----I’m kinda lost some time for enough to make up a letter. But since you delighted us with your finishing and made the point aimed at in the race of winning that gold bar, I feel that when I write to you if I do not say something I would like, or not like for you to do, I have left something out of my letter.
You have never said, but have you ever heard from Garnett as to that much talked of letter that you finally wrote him?
Good bye now, lots of luck, hope you are well and oceans of love from me,
Mother.
I always feel like adding a note, at least, when your mother is writing you, but tonight I don’t seem to have a darn thing to say that might interest you. As you know the O.P.A is cracking down on pleasure driving (I wonder if its to save gas for another invasion?) and made 453 arrests here last night at clubs theaters etc.
I’ve had a splendid run to the cottage last Sun. Mon. and I got some good work done including cutting 50 butter bean polls for your granddad, really, he seemed very appreciative for my cutting them – he just doesn’t seem physically fit any more.
Here is another item –
So Long Son
Dad