Paris

Sun. March 4, 1945

 

I’m enclosing 24cents in frame note, the small one 4 cents is invasion money issued by the U.S.

 

Dearest Mish

            This Sunday wasn’t very much like the Sundays we use to spend at home. It was my turn to work to-day so it was more or less just not her work day. I took time off to go to mass, which is held in the day room. The sermon was especially good – Divine Justice I’m sure you would have enjoyed hearing it very much.

            The ordinary routine of the day was changed for me – I had a letter – the one which you wrote on Friday, Feb. 23 – Do you still remember the Friday, after Washington’s Birthday? I’ll bet you’re looking forward to your next holiday – Easter Vacation that certainly seems to be a long way off now. You’re still my contrary Mary, spending the few days you have at home doing housework. You should have had a party after polishing and brushing everything so briskly. Regardless of what you say about the curtains, I’ll bet they’re really just as crisp as they were when new. I know I don’t have to tell you that I wish I were home to enjoy it all with you. I’ll bet the cellar is about full of water by now, especially if the rain and snow has continued. I’d be worried if I didn’t know that your sense of humor will make you laugh when you have to put on your boots to take care of the furnace. I wish it didn’t have to be that way Bum. When this is all over we’ll have a house that will never let in a drop of water if it should rain and snow for a week. I know you have plenty to do Mish, without bothering about looking for land. If you do come across something – don’t hesitate to take it. If you like the location that’s about all that matters. I know I’d be satisfied, even more with something you liked.

            It’s strange that you should write about Helen Hughes just about the same time that I received her Christmas card and letter. I suppose it isn’t news any longer that we often think about the same things at the same time. It has happened so often lately. I’ll try to send Helen some perfume. I think she would like that about as well as any else. In the mean time I’ll write to her. I’ve meant to get more letters written, but you know how ambitious I am along those lines. I owe letters to everyone - Mrs. Williams, Groose, Anna Mae Conner, Lome etc. etc. Maybe after a few more visits to the city I’ll find enough material for all the letters.

            Don’t forget to send a list of the different types of perfume you like with the manufacturer’s names. That’s about the only safe guide here where there is such a variety. Someone said it was possible to get “Jobur.” I’d like to find a very, very large bottle. I can almost see your eyes sparkle in the picture I have in my writing folder. When I think of your opening such a container Gee! Bum, I wish with all my heart that I could really see you. There’s just nothing we can do but wait. It seems as though we’ve been waiting for ages. Guess that’s about all for now sweetheart. All our love always.

I’ll be loving you always - Frank