My dearest George,
As I’m writing this letter you’re standing in front of
me. I’ve been thinking about you so you
seem almost real. If only it was a
talking picture!
This is your third month away from Salt Lake, but how much
longer before I can see you? I wish it
would be real soon for I’m sure longing for you. I hope fate is good to us.
Right now they’re playing “Should I” over the radio, well
should I too? It’s not very effective on
a piece of paper, but I love you and don’t care who knows it.
The ninth of this month had a little meaning of its own too.
About your folks. I
can’t tell you what to do, you choose for yourself. If you let them come over you have them and
can live with them, enjoying their company longer and in a different way than a
visit. Yet—it would seem good to see everybody
and everything, even though it is a short time.
What do your folks think about it?
I saw the pageant the Church is giving in the
Tabernacle. It sure is wonderful. People have been coming from all over the
country to see it. They are having a talking
picture, in colors made. If they run it
till the 3rd of May, as they are planning it will have been shown
four weeks steady. They surely had
wonderful music, and I was just wishing you were with me to enjoy it, as I know
you love good music.
I haven’t had my photo taken yet so I am sending you a
snap. The cut out isn’t much but I tore
it out of my album and suggest we have a laugh together again—some time since
the last one.
While looking for these, I found a little poem I clipped
some time ago—here it is.
Punished
When I was walking out
deep in dew,
I overheard my heart
speaking of you.
I thought all my
memories of you were dead,
Till I chanced to hear
some things it said.
I am better mannered
now than I was then,
I shan’t go
eavesdropping ever again.
-M.C.D.
George, dear, don’t let me wait a month for your next
letter. Even though it is only a piece
of paper, it makes me feel happier than going out.
Good night dear, remember me in your prayers to night and
think of me as the girl who loved you best always, and I am yours.
With all my love,
Alice
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