March 12, 1943

March 12, 1943

My Darling Little Holly hock,

     It's me again.  Things have happened again.  I love you still.  It's warm and sunshines.  I'm getting spring fever.  Do you like Holly hocks.  I think they are pretty.  Not as pretty as you though.  Because when I see a holly hock, that something inside me doesn't say, "That's it."  I've figured it out, t's sort of like a photo - electric cell.  When my eyes see you, it starts the machinery moving.

     Here's what cooks Honey.

     I am supposed to get a three day pass starting next Thursday morning.  It'll sort of take the place of a furlough.  If you haven't any plans, I sort of have.  Here's the schedule.

Thursday,

     I guarantee you some Roast Duck and you should meet the incomparable Joe Blatz.  Also Dad and Johnny.

Fri.

    Neighborhood show and two hamburgers.

Sat.

Anything you want to do including ice skating. You're wonderful

Sun.

     At long last, the Field Museum!  If you don't want to - anything you want to do again.

     If you answer this right away I'll get it Tuesday.  There should be nothing wrong about my pass, but if the God's are against me I'll let you know.  I'm saying some prayers.  Four days with you is about the happiest thought I've had since I was born.

     Gee, but I'm excited.  Feel like doing handsprings.  Oh goody, goody, goody, goody.

     Bye now Honey, Gotta get this to the post office before it closes.

      Double Love and Kisses

      Ray