London

                                                                                                            Monday Nov. 6, 1944

 

 

Dearest Mish,

            Happy Birthday! I do hope whichever day you celebrate is everything you wish for. If you’re as happy as you were in the picture taken last year I know everything will be tops. You’ll know I wanted the flowers for the day. I hope they will arrive on time or at least I hope my request for them was on time. I saw a movie to-night in celebration of the many enjoyable times we’ve spent at the movies together- the picture; “The Man Who Came to Dinner.” Have you seen it? I think it was pretty good. There were some scenes I would have changed but altogether it was pretty good. I think the play must have been wonderful. By the way, I think I remember hearing you talk about it now that I recall some of the scenes.

            How’s the radio on “Election Eve.”? I’ll bet things are really popping-I can imagine my father getting all set for the news broadcasts every ten minutes. That’s one of the things I’ll miss the rest of my life. Sometimes we’d sit for an hour and never say a word but it was good just being there. Sometimes I forget and think fast for an instant, “Gee.’ I’ll bet Oakey will like to hear about that.” I guess things like that just have to be. I like to remember that scene in one of the pictures we once saw- “They remember again when we remember them.” That and “Our Boat.” I’ll always think were worth all the movies we’ve ever seen.

            Please don’t forget the picture I’ve asked for- I’ll be waiting for it and hoping that it arrives before Christmas. It hardly seems possible that Christmas will be here quite soon now. Just a few days ago we were talking the re-opening of school. No matter how quickly the time passes it can’t be too fast for me. I’ll use your time table from now on-everyday brings me one day closer to home and my own Bum. Night dear. More tomorrow and always,

 

                                                                                                Your Frank.