Letter #60

Letter #60                                                                    

                                                               July 18, 1918      Woods Cross, Utah

                                                                 Thursday night, 10:30  P.M.   

Dear Sweetheart Henry,

          I am happy tonight, as I received your two cards today, besides my pictures and letters.  My, it made me feel funny to get my letters back, but it was alright.  Your mother kept the small package and left me the large one.  Your mother or Octavia brought out your suitcase.  The first thing my eyes beheld was your shirt.  I ran my fingers down into the pocket.  My mind wasn’t there, for it was on another time when I tried to run my finger in the pocket.  Do you remember, dear?  I do, because you wouldn’t let me, ha ha.  Octavia said that I could have your shirt, but your mother said, “No.”  If I had it I would have given it a good hug.  For it seemed to me I have a tendency to hug that shirt.  When I think of it, I believe I could hug almost any shirt if the right person was inside.

          I should not write so much, but I can’t help it.  Deloras says it will be a regular epistle.  Do you care if it is?

          I went to primary today.  I wanted to go to choir practice, but it got late before we knew it and Hazel didn’t care much about going.  Did you take any of your mother’s letters or mine with you?  Frank Smedley asked to see the pictures as I was bringing them home tonight.  He wanted to be remembered to you.  Our berries are just about all gone now, so I guess we won’t have so much to do.  The picture is very, very fine.  I should like it framed.

          Well, sweetheart, I hope I get a letter tomorrow, then I can start writing, but I will say goodnight and send all my love to you.     As ever yours,

                                                                                            Violet   X

P.S.  Thurgoods bought Doris Sarrosse’s home.  I don’t know how to spell it.  It is the second house down on the north side of the road.  They went to Idaho. 

        Henry, on your picture, there are some fellows with the white bands around their arms.  Are those the fellows who were quarantined? I know you are going to like your new quarters much better as time goes on.  Of course it was a change as was the other, but you will soon have plenty of good friends. The folks send bushels of love, so do I, but mine is a universe full.