August 3, 1942 - Dear Audrey
and I waltzed thru with my pass and only eight hours late. I feel bad for Mom having to deal with working and wondering full time. Recall that it's not "if" you'll get pregnant as a women in 1942 it's WHEN. Reliable
Jan Palson
August 1942
It’s a good month that starts with a pass and being together even if it’s only for a short time. That’s what keeps them going; planning for the pass provides a little focus and some sanity. Just hang on till the next one. Be careful! Travel remains
July 30, 1942 - Dear Audrey
Tomorrow nite can’t come too soon. So some light teasing from the Casanova of Natick to kick off the letter because ...tomatoes? Can you imagine the family packing up their picnic lunch and driving all the way out to Nahant just to find out Dad's gone on
July 29, 1942 - Dear Honey
I made a new resolution to stay out of trouble. Sounds like they had a nice time together as she came up this time. So not only seeing Dad but visiting the family I'm sure. She has such a long drive from Dad back to East Hartford. And
July 24, 1942 - Dear Audrey
I got a “bang on the squash”... Writing from the infirmary, he's got a hit on the head that requires a couple of stitches. Sounds like a wonderful break to just rest up. Sounds like they're meeting up tomorrow - so no letters for the next few
July 23, 1942 - My Dear Wife
Makes you run around madly accomplishing nothing for a few minutes. Truly, he does not have it so bad. Fellows are probably getting shipped out all the time but Dad remains. Hiding in the barracks and sleeping through the bugle. Battle alerts sound terrifying - did you know how close the
July 22, 1942 - Dear Audrey
They have all kinds of peculiar ideas. Seems like they should get that field worked on. It wouldn't do to have soldiers out of commission because of softball injuries. "How'd you get wounded soldier?" "Stealing second base!" Wisdom teeth woes continue. It
July 21, 1942 - Dear Audrey
I got about 12 different rides... No, that is not a good joke. Imagine if this guy actually tried to find Mom. At least she's in on the joke and can explain that Dad thinks he's funny - ha ha. It's always an exhausting adventure
July 17, 1942 - Dear Audrey
The Army is absorbing me and I am beginning to accept it. Yes, I found the songs. They are swinging! Dad is one hip and groovy guy. Be forewarned he will use such language as "phooey" and "rubbish" to describe this war but it's
July 16, 1942 - Dear Audrey
In fact, I don’t see why you save all those letters anyway. Yes, she is saving these letters so one day she can climb to the attic and relive the romance. Well, not exactly. She saves them in ever growing bins and finally has me sort and organize into
July 15, 1942 - Dear Audrey
I shall proceed now to bawl you out. I don't know if that's gold bricking. Maybe lollygagging. He gets a pass this weekend but he will go ahead and wag a finger in this letter. Guess that means his jaw is improving. I wish I knew
July 14, 1942 - Dear Battleship
All you had to do was turn around to work up a sweat. You kinda know what he's going through if you've ever had a wisdom tooth removed. Now imagine it's 1942. Ouch! I really feel for him. Many men were rejected for service