received the sweetest letter from you today, four pages. I didn’t think I was going to get one from you today, but the five-thirty brought me one.
I started this over at your house, but they were talking about you, so I had to stop and listen. Here I am now in the kitchen with mother and the time was 12:30. Mother and I went over there about seven and just got back. Mac, I just love to go over there and be with your folks. I can’t hardly wait until Mrs. Lackie comes home. I miss her so much.
All day today, I have looked for you. I knew you couldn’t come, but somehow, I was looking for you. My nose has been itching all day. My nose is a storyteller, isn’t it, darling?
I met Herman’s wife today; she seems to be very nice. But of fun too. These Lackies are killing me, but I love them.
This morning, I got up early and cleaned up the house for Mother. You should have seen it, it sparked everywhere. When I was in my room, I took up your picture and talked to you awhile. Really, I am not crazy, I am just in love.
Went to the Lanoke Avenue Studio to tape my voice. Song I’m learning “Dearest Believe.” I couldn’t think of a word of it. She looked at me kinda funny and asked me, “Okay, Sue (she always calls me by my middle name), let’s hear about him.” So I told her about you, but I didn’t tell her you were married. I want you to meet her at Christmas; she’s very sweet to me.
This afternoon about three-thirty, I went to a wild west show. My darling, it was exciting. All I did I just thought of you, how I wish you were sitting here by me holding my hand as you usually do.
Mac, when I go over to the house, all Myrtle and I do is talk about you. I want to learn everything about you. I think I know almost everything. I wish I could tell you in letter just how I feel about you and how much I want to become your wife forever. Mac, I do love you very much, and if something should happen, I honestly believe I’d die it would hurt me so badly. When you do love a person as much as I love you, you don’t want anything or anybody else, you just want to be with that person all time, to know he is your very own to cherish and to love whatever might happen. Please, Mac, I don’t want you ever think I don’t want you, to ever think I don’t love you, or I’m just trying to play you as a sucker. I never have and I never will as long as I know you love me as much as you say you do. I want to always trust you in everything you ever tell me, and I will do you the same. I could talk to you much easier, but I do hope, Mac, you can see how I feel toward you. All the months you were gone, I tried to dislike you, but something just wouldn’t let me. Yes, I have cried over you many and many a night and just wondered if you if you ever thought of me and if you were really telling me the truth when I first met you. I don’t know why I bring things up like this, but somehow, they seem to be in my mind.
Dad jut came in from work at 5:30 p.m. and wanted to know if we’d gone crazy. I have a crazy love with a Master Sergeant.
Really, my love, I must get some shut eye so be very sweet and think of me often, for I love you so very much.
Yours,
Corda
Mother and Dad say hello and to be good.
We tried to make the holidays as joyous as before, but this was becoming increasingly difficult to do, as the war, and any news about the war, was always taking a great toll on everybody. The new year brought more fluctuating news from the various fronts—every time we got a piece of good news, it seemed that was soon followed by news somewhere else which dampened our spirits. My heart soon got in the habit of skipping a beat whenever I heard anything suggesting increased or further turmoil. Mac had been able to write close to one letter every two weeks as consistently as possible, and this kept me going. He would always tell me that he had received my latest letters, and that they had kept him going.
I had passed all my midterm exams mostly with a B average, and I was now playing on the senior basketball team as a point guard. It had been Father who had pushed me to join the team, and I was glad he had, since I found that exerting myself on the court quite invigorated me. In mid-January, we had a school dance, and I hesitated attending, but Mother would have been miffed if I did not, and so I let Thomas take me, although I had told him we would be going only as friends. Still, he did hold me during some of the slow dances, but all the time, I thought of it being Mac holding me. I don’t know if this was wrong for me to do, but nobody had ever held me like Mac could, and I even told him so in one of my letters. Throughout the dance, I knew with certainty that nobody else would ever satisfy me like Mac would.
I began thinking often about the upcoming summer, and I prayed that Mac would be home by then, and perhaps finally, the war would be over. We would go dancing, roller skating at the park and new arena, or just park his car by the lake and talk for hours. I would kiss him goodnight, and the next morning, we would get up and have breakfast together and then go over and visit with his family. We would attend all the St. Patrick’s Day dinners and dances around town, and Mac would show me just how wonderfully well he could perform some of the Irish dances.
Toward the end of January, Thomas had begun dating my friend Ruth. One night, she and I made him a big dinner at my house, and believe it or not, once Thomas found out that it had been Ruth and I who had prepared everything, he acted like he was going to get sick from the food! That Thomas is something else altogether, and not for me! I was upset to find that Mac’s baby sister, Little Sue, had taken ill with a cold in her chest. I rushed over immediately and took turns with Myrtle holding her, singing to her, and rocking her to sleep. She is the sweetest thing! I feel so bad seeing her so ill, and we all worried that she had better get well soon or else it might turn into pneumonia. I wrote to Mac that she would love a letter from him. I knew she loved Mac just as much as she loved Myrtle, and I wanted to be sure Mac knew that was the case.
On a rainy Tuesday, I chatted with Margie at lunch, and she was sick with worry since nobody had gotten even one brief letter from Chester since December. I asked her if she would come with me to visit Little Sue after school, but wouldn’t you know it? It began raining so hard that we decided to go straight home and try again tomorrow.
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