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July 21 1944.

Dear Hedda,

I'm more & more lonesome for you dear and I'm waiting to see you dear. I'm working hard on this purpose. No mail from you. In the last 3 weeks I received only 4 letters from you the latest one being dated July first. You must be by now in Provincetown and I feel furious because I'm not with you. It's the sort of sadness and pain you feel or I feel when I think of the things I missed. I missed a year and a half of you dear

July 22
Here is great confusion, moving around and new things all the time. My baggage is not yet appeared and my morale is like my dirty laundry accumulated for days and days and I buy new shirts instead of washing the old ones. It's July and that helps to keep me lazy and disorganized but I love you and the idea of you thinking at me is about the only thing that is left.