Dear folks,
I can see that V-mail was never made for Ma’s uninhibited
flourishes. Marjorie gets quite a letter on a form, but your few lines, Ma,
make up in color and mood what they lack in content. So don’t give up on
V-mail, at least I get it—and sometimes a week or more earlier than air mail.
France is not nearly as cold as New England. I see by the
paper that you are getting a lot of snow. We have had only a little, and the
weather is probably much milder than yours. Hope Pa hasn’t caught a cold or
anything yet. Marjorie writes of your doings pretty often and the big picture
at 23 Pleasant St seems reassuringly the same.
Can see that you are all sweating out the Lorna-Bob affair. Wish I could
remember her at all.
Christmas is rolling around again, and I sure like the
season and atmosphere. Hope you all have a big time—wish we could go over some
of the fine points of “The Specialist” together. That book is a classic in its
field. Well, Merry Xmas to all, and as we are crying around here—“Heaven, Hell,
or Home in ‘45”
Yours,
Wallace.
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