June 9, 1942 - Dear Adre

We are only living for the future. It's been 3 months and 2 days of married life to be exact. And the love grows every day. There's got to be a lot of "Glamour" type magazines out in 1942 featuring love quizzes and advice

June 8, 1942 - Dear Audrey

Oh yes, I didn’t spend any money at all. Getting out on a Sunday afternoon is a wonderful break with an extended visitors pass. Just a normal trip into Boston with your brother-in-law, Brownie. David is a cute kid. Finally that money thing is getting resolved. It&

June 6, 1942 - Dear Audrey

Can you have the one of you alone with the flowers in the background enlarged? He's right. That's a great picture of Mom. Look how young she is!!! It's the original - no AI was used (or is ever used). So, it's Saturday

June 5, 1942 - Dear Adre

Nothing can interfere with the firing or so they say. A 7 page letter! They're heading out for the practice firings on the 13th of the month. Outfitted in their summer duds. This life could be interesting if they didn't have to get up so early,

June 4, 1942 - Dear Audrey

Right now I don’t know when I’m going to see you. Soldiers with sickles to cut overgrown grass has to be quite a site. Nice to have special duty and get out of the harder jobs. Now time for problem solving to save the world. It's

June 3, 1942 - Dear Audrey

What’s the idea of all that agitating? Rainy days and Wednesdays. The focus is the upcoming practice firings while managing the day to day tasks. I do wonder what's going on with Mom. Green Hornets? The only thing I can find is an exciting radio show on

June 2, 1942 - Dear Audrey

Any town that does not know who MacArthur is deserves to be forgotten. What a nice reliable postal service. Now, let's start with the relative case history. It's a good overview of who's who. Except I'm still not clear who the Aunt

June 1, 1942 - Dear Adre

I don’t want to lose my head twice. It's so hard to leave your true love and return to an Army base especially after only a few days. A few days of nothing but REDACTED, REDACTED. Apparently, she drives him up to the highway to catch a

June 1942

This month marks 3 months of marriage. Our heroes remain as blissful as ever but the g.d. war keeps getting in the way. Now they’ve stopped all passes while they increase their training on the big guns. They’re planning to test by the end of the month

May 28, 1942 - Dear Pine Knot

Ah well I can’t figure these girls out. Make up your mind Mom. Once you get that 60 cents, the world is your oyster. Dad just might be movie star material. He could have missed his calling. But did he miss the joke? Edna Mae is beautiful. One of

May 27, 1942 - Dear Audrey

I still am not sure what is required of me up there. Well there's nothing to worry about... for now. But just wait until there's another 24-hour pass and he's right back to panic. It is taboo for women to control what happens

May 26, 1942 - Dear Audrey

The Army is going to train you to be a good soldier too. I don't want to bury the lead, but she's ok for another month if you know what I mean. Passing inspection is no guarantee of a 24 hour pass so she'll

May 25, 1942 - Dear Audrey

Just like a herd of cattle only naked. Wedding presents and a baby someday? I've posted pic of what i think "grand stand" shoes look like under the Courant page. Or is it Grand Stand-by? They're $6.50. Cute but they look uncomfortable.

May 24, 1942 - Dear Audrey

I’m going to throw my hands up in disgust. It's off on a special, secret mission to South Boston. Then there's the clothes washing mission. Really sounds like a lot of work to get clean fatigues. Well, somebody's clean fatigues. But it is

May 23, 1942 - Dear Audrey

I sure wish I understood the weaker sex better. I'm sure she does too. Anyway, stamps are 3 cents in 1942 so we must have an outstanding postal service. But still, how did it get there so fast? I don't think they got a very high

May 22, 1942 - Dear Audrey

This isn’t much of a letter. Apparently, that was quite the day off. And quite the trip back to base. From what he can remember that is. It's impressive that relatives are using their sugar rations for baked goods. Considering there's a guy - from Hartford!

May 19, 1942 - Dear Audrey

Well, I guess that’s telling her off. Spoiler: he does survive his first morning without a letter. And the afternoon. A secret mission to the South Boston Army base is intriguing. We'll never know. And the vaccine schedule will not be questioned. But a big relief he

May 18, 1942 - Dear Audrey

It would be nice if I could play pool or ball every afternoon. Rainy days and Mondays. And nit picky inspectors. He's just looking forward to another pass on Wednesday - not the kitchen duty. Looks like he's got a new job easier than the elevation wheel

May 16, 1942 - Dear Audrey

I guess I’ll have to be an officer. Ok Casanova :) So he makes it thru the inspection and plays some ball. Maybe now he'll attend the dances so he can those skip the alerts. You do have to take these alerts seriously since there are reports of

May 15, 1942 - Dear Audrey

Anyway I love you more than I do pool playing. You just know Mom would rather go to a dance with her husband and no doubt she has friends that are going "sans" husbands or boyfriends as well. I do hope she gets herself something nice. She deserves

May 14, 1942 - Dear Audrey

Of course I fell asleep thinking of you. If only he had known that his letters would be valued and shared he might have saved hers. While we only get half the story, I think we're figuring it out. He lives for mail from her and same for

May 13, 1942 - Dear Butch

Every man should get married. Make no mistake, he doesn't like the Army - he's just getting used to it. It's a hard life at best. Weather is getting warmer which makes working the big guns harder and harder. At least a good game of

May 12, 1942 - Dear Honey Bunch

I’m not going to stick my chin out too far. Well it's not radio school but it's a change. There's so much involved in firing those big guns. Setting elevation with a giant wheel is a lot different than recording numbers on a

May 11, 1942 - Dear Audrey

But they take me for granted and hardly even miss me. Another pass! Only 24 hours so hightail it down to Hartford then hightail it back. She must have dropped him off by the highway. I wonder if they talked about Mother's Day and their future. I wonder