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                           Tues. Aug 25th
                           
                               

Dear Darling,
  Only day before yesterday, I visited you at the hospital, but it seems much longer than that Darling, yes, it seems like 4 or 5 days. Time seems to go so slow for me this week. I must be getting more lonesome than ever, that time should go by so slow. I long to drive over to see you tomorrow, after work, but then again I wonder if I should. But if I get a card from you tomorrow asking me to come out I would simply go and forget about the expense. And I know that I would not regret it, either. But if you do not get too lonesome for me, I shall try to stick it out 'til Sunday.
   Today, as I came home for dinner, I stopped at the mailbox to get what mail there might be for me. I got a check from the Life Ins. Co. for $2.04. I had paid interest for a year, instead of 3 months evidently, like you said. Anyway they stated that I had overpaid them. Before I got away from the mailbox, Herman Middleholtz ran out from Mrs. Barne's house and asked if he could rent the garage from me for the Duration. He asked me in for dinner and I did accept the invitation, of course. Mrs. Barnes already had the table set for me. Boiled ham & vegetable dinner was the menu. Herman & I came to agreement on the garage rental while we ate. He is going to put on some new roofing, replace the rotted out rafters and give the garage a general repair job. The monthly rent was set at $1.00 for the Duration. The first payments are to be withheld until the cost of repairing has been paid in full. I expect the cost to be from $6.00 to $10.00. He expected to be drafted in another month, so he enlisted as a commissioned officer in the Army. He is to report for duty on Sept 1st.
   Well, tonight I broke the stillness of my batching by going to the show. "Mrs Miniver" was the name of it. It dealt with the present war in England. I saw bombings, planes crash in the night in flames, and life in a bomb shelter during an air-raid. The theatre was filled to capacity, but I saw no one that I knew except Harold Naylor. He sat next to me. By the way, if you think I go to extremes when I laugh in a theatre, you should hear Harold Naylor laugh. I'm not even in it. There were a number of humorous parts, and of course the story as a whole was very sad.
   How are you coming along Sweetie Pie. There are a lot of people asking me about you. I regret that you have to lay up there waiting for your strength and misery to permit you to come back home to me. [ed. note - yes that's what he wrote - it's an advanced sentence.] But I feel confident that you now are on the real road to recovery though I do expect that you probably still have very uncomfortable pains & soreness.
   In case I do go to see you tomorrow nite I had better go to bed and get some good sleep right now so I don't get so tired on my trip. As ever,

                     I love you dearly
                                    Irvin



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