Letter # 59
July 17, 1918 Bountiful, Utah
Wednesday Night, 10:30 P.M.
My Darling Boy
(Man),
It is night once more and the
shadows are once more covering the world with its sin and happiness. Oh what a shield for sin the dark shadows are,
and yet what happiness it may hold for one hour. I like to be with you when the moon and God are
our only onlookers, and to be able to perhaps not see you, but to know your
presence by the hand touch, the arm touch, and even that sacred bond, a kiss.
Oh how I felt when I think of the many, many heavenly hours we had together,
and the pleasure of the still happier ones to come when our love for each other
has been put through the forge and comes out uninjured and unscathed. Ah, how
one moment could mar the whole structure, but there won’t be one, will there,
sweetheart?
Oh dear, I just feel like I could break
the bonds of self-constraint and write a love letter rather than these little
notes. You’ll get tired reading it won’t you? Forgive me love, but I just must
have this page all tonight.
I have been down to your home
tonight. No suitcase, no picture, no letters, although I got my last Bolder
letter today. I took the money down to
your mother. Say dear, you didn’t tell
me what the camp was or what the captain told you. I bet it was good, for it is
about the dearest young man to me in the whole wide world.
Well love, Ralph Rampton and Elsie Adams
are a pappa and momma. They have a baby
boy, born a week or two ago. Verna Jones
has another boy (more soldiers). Say
love, how is the corporal business coming?
I wanted to tell Viola about it yesterday, but my promise to you I will not break.
I saw Elna just as I was coming home
last night. She says John is in England
training. Ward and Mabel were there and
Holbrooks and Fords ate together. I have
been out in the field all day. I gleaned
nine cases of berries from 5 rows, and picked five sacks of limas.
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