209 W. HIGH St.
SEPT 24 1943
Our weather is quite different from yours as we had quite a frost this a.m. and have a fire in the furnace. The leaves are starting to fall and a few are turning colors. Chas. has the whooping cough and I really have a time. It makes him so mad when he whoops hard. The other day some “whooped” up in his hands and he threw it across the room and you might imagine the mess. I could have spanked him. Art and Vivian were home this week. They weren’t here long as it took them so long to come and go on the train. Art said to ask you if you ever cared for his pals the SeaBees. He has seen Caroll Wittenburg Sr. He was at Art’s camp for a while. Red went out in the woods and got a squirrel a few days ago. When he brought it in Chas. Said “Daddy has it got its husk on yet?” Red said “What?” and Chas. Said “Oh I meant have you shelled it yet?” He has a stray kitten now to add to everything else. His dog doesn’t like the cat and such fusses with Chas. in the middle. Red has had his yearly round of flu so hope he is set for winter. We had had another Dr. sent here, a young Dr. that the Army rejected on account of his eyes. We are pretty well supplied but for a while it was rather a sin to get sick here. Chas. was going to start to Kindergarten but took the whooping cough and I had a time explaining why the other children could go and he couldn’t. Red said they probably wouldn’t have him anyway – he is such an Indian. Space is short so will close trusting that God will keep you safe and bring you home soon.
Ruby – Red – Charles Brewer
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