Letter from friend Margery to Dr. Wilsey
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[The following is a letter to Wilsey from Margery, a friend from home.]
1352 S. Car. Ave S.E.
Washington 3, D.C.
9 July ‘45
Dear Dave,
I surely was
glad to get your V-mail.
It must be mental telepa-
thy because I started
to drop you a line yesterday
but wasn’t sure if you
were still over there and
here this morning I get
your letter.
Now let me collect
my thoughts and see if I
can remember all the
dirt I had for you. First
of all, as soon as Col.
Crandall was relieved
at Lowell, your friend
Archer was alerted
and is now getting
ready to shove off. What
do you think of that?
Col. Crandall has been
retired so that finishes
him. Lt. Col. Keene is
on Luzon and Maj
Ad Arch Arneson (excuse
it, I couldn’t figure out
how to spell his name) is
[2]
somewhere in Ohio getting
ready to leave. Maj Smith
(wasn’t he your boss?) is
still at Lowell as well as
Maj A[b]geson and Maj Dick.
I guess that pretty well
covers all the gossip.
Now for Randy : as of
June 30, he was in charge
of the dispensary at the
city university of Paris and
really liked the place. Previous
to that he had been in the
9th Gen. Disp. down in the
heart of Paris. However
he’s still attached to the 194th
and when they move
out I guess he’ll go with
them. He says with all
this redeployment, no
one is in any one
place very long. I
wish to heck Japan would
fold up so you all could
come home and stay.
Oh well that day will
come eventually, I guess
I should be more
patient.
[3]
Let me brag a little
now. In order to keep
Margery from being one
of those people who are
afraid of thunder storms,
I told her that was God’s
way of waking up the
earth and letting the
flowers, [illegible], and trees
absorb the rain so
they could grow to be
big, strong and beautiful.
Little did I think that my
story would hack
fire on me but bless
my soul I’ve had a
terrific cloud burst
the other day and
when I found Margery
she was sitting down
on the steps, drenched.
The water was dripping
off her. I thought “Good
Lord, do I have a child
who, literally, hasn’t
[4]
sense enough to come
in out of the rain? When
I asked her why she was
sitting there she said,
“God’s making me grow
to a big strong girl.”
That almost floored me.
You never know how they
are doing to react to any-
thing. I guess that’s what
makes parenthood interest-
ing—there’s never
a dull moment.
Well I guess I’d better
close for this time. Hope
you can come through
the states and see [illegible]
for a little while
anyway. I bet you won’t
recognize your son
when you see him.
Oh well, remember that
phrase “There’s a great
day coming”? Let’s hope
it isn’t far off.
Sincerely,
Margery
P.S. Did you know Janie
& Bill Gilpatrie had a boy?