Please believe me dear I miss you more than I would miss my right arm. Won’t you please hurry and come back to me? I wish everything would be over with so we could be side by each again. Then our little nest would be complete again.
Tag: baby shower
Sunday, February 1, 1931
I hope nobody gets the wrong impression because we both love each other more than ever, don’t we Sweetheart?
Friday, January 30, 1931
I miss you more & more my little darling. Last night I stopped in at the Ford Garage & they have a Radio – there was such sad music that I got the real downright blues. Honest, dear heart I almost had to cry.
Friday, January 16, 1931
I hope Dr. Reist will keep it out of the paper. “Eight months” babies never live, do they? But “seven months” do, I’ve heard. Whatever it is, we’ll be satisfied — other people don’t count anyway.







