1944 december 29

December 29, 1944

Friday 2000

My Sweetheart -

Do you remember me? I’m the guy who thinks you are the most beautiful and loveliest little girl in the world! I’m the guy who keeps writing you letters in hope that I can convert you to loving me - as I love you! I’m the guy who lives each day thru by the very thot of you and who is upheld from week to week by your very words. I’m the guy who can hardly stand the waiting until midst April showers, I can take you in my arms and convince you that I’m the guy for you. Now, do you remember?

This is me again, insisting that you lend a cute little ear to more of my trite sayings and trivial patter. Which, by the way, promises to be short. You must hear again that I love you with all my heart and long for you constantly. And those little children you have living with you may be informed that my love for them is great, also, and I have great need of squeezing them and playing with them.

It is a bit late to talk of Christmas but may I wish you, my dearest wife and babies, a tardy but very happy & joyful new year. May it bring us even more than the cherished meeting in the spring - may it bring us together for the duration!


Today, I was and am quite touched by the letter I got from Clyde. Besides that, I got one from him just yesterday which was quite touching in itself.

If I can decide that he might forgive me, I may send them to you later on to read for yourself. He makes me feel very, very proud of having him as a brother. His ideas and thots of the future and his concepts of the true values of life are indeed priceless. He says things so boldly & frankly, expressing a humble sincerity by his very plain way of saying things. After getting home for a couple days he seemed even more bitter in his loneliness. He wrote on the 23rd, & then again on Xmas eve saying that he felt so empty & hopelessly alone that he just wanted to pour his heart out to me. It took him only both sides of 1 page to do it, but do it he did. His particular theme was the desire he has for a harmonious and pleasant family relationship between all of our Mom’s offspring, emphasizing the especially the joy that might be had by gathering together on Xmas day. He even has a plan by which to order the days events that the fullest joy might be had by all. Of course, he includes his wife to be and hopefully suggests that even tho he is the youngest, his marriage should make him one with those of us who are older.

And speaking of his wife to be, his words are very sober in telling of the light which shone in her eyes when he went back. Yet he professes to hold out on marriage until he is commissioned or the war is over. Then, he speaks of his closer co-operation in helping me as his brother with jobs around the place such as digging out my basement, and in return I will help him with whatever I can when he builds his home. Darling, I say again - I am indeed touched!! Clyde’s letters have had a choice ring since the very first one but this last one gets me. We must not make light of his attitude because of his 18 years but must cultivate him as a brother to be proud of. Truth is he will be 19 on Jan 29.

Little did you expect that I would write of none but my little brother. In order to change that, I must inquire of your little red headed sister. I do hope that all has gone well with her.

I didn’t want to tell you, but maybe you will love me more if I tell you how I waited 8 hrs in vain on Xmas day to get a phone call thru to you. Don’t feel sorry for my waiting because it was accompanied by the pleasantness of my steady thots of speaking with you, my dearest. Last nite I tried again but the delay they gave me wouldn’t allow me to wait. Right now I am waiting for a return call I placed 1 ½ hrs ago. I will hold out till bedtime. No, that would be too late! The kids will be in bed. Or would you care to have me to yourself? There wouldn’t be time to get the kids out of bed because of the expense. Of course, it will be a collect call. Then, of course, I expect you to mail me the bill.

Nite, night, my darling Katinka, I love you lots & lots more than you know.
I love you

Rex

Mrs. Morgan -

I am still shaking a bit from talking with you, my darling. It did me a lot of good to hear your sweet voice & I will hear your words in my ear as long as I can possibly maintain them. You sounded much better than from Del Monte. There was more depth & understanding - yet we both found it hard to squeeze words of love into such a compressed medium. The beginning of our time was so full of interference that I couldn’t be exactly sure of what I thought was an exclamation of thrill from you at my voice. Was it just my imagination? I thought of the babies in the tub but didn’t even ask if they enjoyed Xmas as much as I hope. Give Doris my congratulations. You sounded so good and healthy & capable & I do believe you sounded of a happiness which is solid & worth while. The pressure of time didn’t allow the smallest part of the words we could have found in leisure. I hope my parting “I love you” didn’t sound too insincere because I do love you - with all my heart. I must to bed now & dream about you while my ears still hear you.

I love you, I love you, I love you,

Rex