My darling Mother & Daddy,
Well, here I am at long last. It seems like ages since I’ve written a line to you & more & more ages since I’ve seen you & teased you & been your ornery, little good fer-nothing daughter. Still your daughter all right – & no fooling- but you guys are absolutely too far away to feel my orneriness except for when I don’t write and my husband has given me very definite instructions along that line. He says I must (absolutely must!) write at least every other day for a mighty long old time! Whew! I guess that will put an end right at the very beginning of the not writing business. So you’ll probably be hearing pretty regularly from this little gal for a long time.
This is a letter from a home-sick, but very happy girl. You can’t imagine how much this means to me – being with Bob. I just couldn’t help but miss you two for you’ve both meant just everything to me but yet in spite of that I’m happy because I’m with him who is to be my companion thru’ life. I hadn’t really realized how much I had missed him till I got here. He’s so good to me. Yes sir! In fact this morning before he went to work he made the bed, folded it up & rolled it away and now! – phooey! I can’t go back to bed.
I’ll bet you’re just on pins & needles wondering what kind of a place we’re living in, how I like the country, what kind of a trip I had & all about the church etc so I’m going to let you in on a few points. I don’t suppose you’ll find out about everything for I don’t believe I have enough paper & I know good & well I won’t have enough time if I write a bunch more letters, go to town, wash & get something to eat tonight for Bob – Say before I forget, if you don’t need them would you please send us one of those ration books. I’m having an awful time getting use to this point business & I’m almost completely out of canned food points & I only bought one can of something or other. I wish you’d please explain that to me if you can. Our first meal in our apartment was a very comical affair or so my dear (?) husband thought. I cooked spaghetti – because I didn’t have any macaroni – & put cheese with it – because I didn’t have any tomatoes. The spaghetti didn’t get completely done & then sat on the stove & practically dried up while the rest of the meal was being prepared. When everything was on the table we sat down and began to partake. I ate for awhile & looked up then to see how Bob was getting along and what did I behold but my poor husband, tears running down his cheeks & laughing as though his heart would break and a spoon of spaghetti in his hand.
When I got him calmed down a bit & questioned him as to his actions he said most pitifully, “ Honey, I always heard newly weds had to start out on shoe strings but I didn’t know they had to eat them.” Then we both laughed. What a time.
We’re living on 410 W High St ( Urbana Illinois) in the home of Mr & Mrs Bardee whose daily prayer we have found to be – notice better not read this out loud – “Oh Lord, help me keep my damn nose out of other people’s business.” He has that tacked up on the bathroom wall along with other definite instructions which give you the impression that he’s much stricter than he really is. He is really friendly and has certainly been good to us kids. We have one not too large a room and a small kitchenette which is perhaps 6 feet square – big enough, Bob says, for me to sit on his lap & prepare a meal. It has a gas stove with a swell oven, a frigidaire (goody, goody), cupboard space for dishes & food & a small, perhaps 2’ x 2’ working table with cupboards below for kettles & a drawer for forks, knives & spoons plus the forks, knives, spoons, bottle brush, can opener, egg beater, butcher knife, paring knife, & some kettles & pans. No running water but we get all we want – hot or cold – from the bathroom down the hall which is used by all three of the families upstairs.
We have a washing machine to use in the basement & all the lime, space, tubs & water we want to use. (if we get it on the right day) This is something of the shape of our Happy home. We would have no use for the bed spread here for our bed folds up & rolls away into the corner where I put the bed spread around it to cover it. There is a fairly nice davenport sitting in front of the double window at the front and there are two tall
but single windows at each side & another single window at on side so we certainly have lots of light. there are two of those moveable clothes closets which I have arranged one on each side of the dresser – by the way Bob unpacked the trunk & I can’t find half the stuff. His stuff occupies the two big bottom drawers in the dresser & I get what’s left, the little top one. That’s a man for you. They do it every time. ha He has planned for me to get some material & cover the trunk & make kind of a chest of drawers out of it till he has time to convert it into a desk & book case – Oh what a man!! I can’t for the life of me figure out how he plans to do it & what we’re going to do for a trunk when he gets through. Guess I’d better pay you for it Daddy while it’s still a trunk. Say mother did say you were going to pay Uncle Gus back & for me to pay you. Bob said that was O.K., swell in fact, that you guys read the letter. He didn’t care so don’t worry.
We only live 7 or 8 blocks from the Foursquare church. We went down Saturday afternoon and I met the pastor & his wife & mother. they are just a young couple been married about four months. He’s a grand musician. Has had a college education for music & goes to the University here in his spare time to take additional courses. Plays a trombone just grand and an accordion and oh! you should hear them both play the piano - him especially. They played a duet on the pianos Sunday night which just thrilled you. They have two pianos at the church. But best of all Mother & Daddy, they’re real christians & really on fire for God – so humble & sweet and I’m just in love with his mother. The power of Dod is really present in the place and it certainly fell Sunday. They had an all day Thanksgiving service Sunday – fasting & prayers. (not the eating kind of Thanksgiving service) Many came out at 6 A.M. & prayed till Sunday School. After morning worship God met us together in a marvelous way & we stayed till almost time for afternoon service at 2:30. Bob & I then had to come home after the accordion for we were asked to sing. We sang our old stand by “ I’m Just a Common Volunteer.” The people here are so congenial. They acted just like they enjoyed it. Bro Kallis told Bob I was to bring my accordion to jail services so that he could talk & wouldn’t have to play. They have quite a large church. On rally Sunday they had about 183 in Sunday School. But unlike many larger churches the people are so very friendly & eager to make you feel at home. There are quite a few young people all of which are simply grand – quite a few soldiers & wives – and my head is whirling in a mist of manes. – Ethel, Marie, Marjorie, Bro Harper, Hazel & Sis Kallis – etc & I try my best to match the names & faces when I shake hands with them but oh my. They’re all so friendly I don’t know who I’ve et & who I haven’t. I was so surprised when person after person walked up to e and shook hands & said. “We’ve been waiting & waiting for you to come.” – “We’re so glad you’re here at last.” & “We thought so much of Webster we could hardly wait to meet his wife.” They call him Webster. It sounds so funny. Sis. Harper – a sweet elderly lady - came to me and announced that Bob had told them in Bible Study what a sweet Christian wife he had and she was very certain that he was not mistaken & that she enjoyed our song very much. Honestly you just can’t imagine how much I appreciated their friendliness. Bro Kallis had just shaken hands with one of the men & they had gotten so blessed & the tears were just rolling down his cheeks when he came & shook hands with me and I thought how wonderful – so talented as a speaker as well as a musician, yet so humble & sweet. He said it seemed like I had been here for a long time – of course, because they have known Bob. All in all I certainly enjoyed the fellowship with the people & the Lord. I must hurry now. I’ve so much to talk about that I just hate to quit. Say hello to everybody – the Rev D.W. and his wife & the Sunday School & all. I’ll write a ssoon as I get a little more settled. Please don’t be to lonesome my darlings. Bob & I are praying for you & God Bless my darling mother & daddy.
Bob said to wait till tonight he wanted to add a note.
Lovingly your daughter