Aug 24, 1942

10 PM Mon.

My dearest Gerry:

            I received your letter today and they are very welcome being I had not heard from you since last Tuesday. What has Welsford got that I haven’t? Maybe I don’t talk as much, but at least I wouldn’t feed you liverwurst in the middle of the night. Wait until I meet this Welsford. I went to see him yesterday too, and I know he will see us through this time. Tim, Dot and Tim took mother and me out for dinner and we went over to Guffanti’s. It just didn’t feel right going right without you. After dinner we went to the zoo in Central Park. It was nothing compared to Hershey Park, and only half as big. Little Timmae was frightened at the size of some of the monkeys and apes but went big for Dumbo, that’s what he called the elephant. Then he went for a pony ride. He really thought he was the Lone Ranger. By 6:30 PM we were all tired out and it was starting to rain so we went home and ate hamburger sandwiches and beer for supper. We listened to “Inner Same Turn,” and then the “Hour of Charm,” and went to bed.

            Miss Saunders returned to work today after a 4 month absence to have a baby. The store seems lost without Mr. Taylor and the work gets so tiresome at times. This new fellow is off on the wrong foot. He has too many NY store ideas, which don’t go over out here. A number of the gals are down on him already.

            Oh Gerry this week cant’ pass too quickly or the coming weekend last long enough to suit me. My radio hasn’t been working in over a month so I took the tables home Saturday and Jack had them tested and they were all okay. So tonight I put the tables back and pulled on a couple of wires and man it works swell and even better than before. I heard some song tonight that I’ve never heard before, some are very good. Maybe we will dance to a couple of them Saturday night. Who is coming up with you? Not a blonde I hope.

            Well my darling just have to close because my eyes just won’t stay open. Something I caught from you. I’m praying with you.

                                                            Love,

                                                            Eileen