September 4, 1945

Tuesday Night- 10:30

Darling, darling, darling:-

At last I am beginning to get mail again- five today and I feel happier. You’re no sissy, honey. Did you really miss me that much? Tears are nothing to be ashamed of always. It shows you still have a heart and are not too much of a soldier.

September 5, 1945

Wednesday- 930

So here I am trying to finish a letter to you amidst all the bickering that makes up our household. Same old argument- they keep trying to tell me how to bring up Allen and I get all riled up or knock him around. I get along swell when I’m alone with the kids but when everyone is here, there is trouble. They think I ought to spank him every time he gets mischievous and I don’t think so. Allen always gets the raw end of the deal and everyone is unhappy. Mother and Dorothy stick together like glue and naturally I am always wrong. Honestly Pres, a person can’t be in the wrong as often as me. I’m no good. I guess you’ll find out for yourself.

I’m sorry Pres. I just can’t write tonight without complaining so I guess I’d better slap it. Forgive me? I do love you, you know that don’t you? I love you and Allen and Barbara with all my heart. Believe me, I do. I love you, Pres. I love you. I can be nice- you know I can. I’m not always ugly, am I? You do love me in spite of me, don’t you? You love to well, honey, keep that old smile on- for me.

Goodnight, Pres

All my love,

Maggie