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Waco

Mom Weaver and I decided that now is the time to get my tonsils out, and George will not have to know it. He suffers terribly, even when I have a headache.

I went to the hospital by myself, and almost lost my nerve when I had to climb on the operating table. I just thought of George, like when Bud was born and first thing I knew I was spinning down under the gas and ether then I was awake and it was all over. I thought I could come home that night alone, but called for one of my brother-in-laws to come get me. I wished I had waited until George was home. It is hard for him to get parts for the motor. My throat hurts.

Three weeks since Atlantic City.
Dear Diary:

George phoned from Winburne, Pa. My throat was so sore, Phil answered. He told George that Ihad had my tonsils out and couldn't talk. I could hear Geo, but couldn't make a sound above a whisper. Now my eyes are swollen from crying, last night. George sent me a dozen and a half American Beauty rose buds! Just like the first bouquet he sent me in 1917. I wish I could have stayed with him.

Fourth week.
Dear Diary:

George's letters are so pitifully brave, cheering me up, and to be patient until he gets back, when he has met one frustration after another. Wrong parts sent, and the time bringing them through from Phillipsburg is endless. Now that the ship is about ready, he has had to take that half-day trip there, for boils on his eyelids, that have nearly closed them. George hasn't been well for some time now. He needs rest. ********* ** *** Later*******

I am so homesick for my husband, I can't snap out of it.