September 15, 1943
I’ve just finished reading the very sweet letter you wrote me this last Sunday. I’m so happy that you had such a nice time at North Shore. Be sure to give all my old friends my love and best wishes and when I get a chance I will try to write them a note at the church.
Well, two more of our examinations are over and I believe I passed them all right, at least I hope so. Our Map reading examination comes up this Friday afternoon.
By the way, I also got a letter from Sharon Barrett. She is surely a sweet girl and I believe will develop into a fine Christian young lady. Letha also wrote me a very nice letter telling me how much she loves you and also thanking me for sending the money. I surely think a lot of Stanley and Letha. They are real Christians because their sole purpose is to do the will of the Lord. Every school day I think about you at Northern and wonder how my Darling wife is getting along.
I never fully appreciated Mark Twain’s saying about the weather in New England until just lately. (You know what I mean don’t you? The story goes that Mark Twain came to Boston and was complaining of the heat when a man said to him, “Wait a minute.”) I will illustrate thusly: this morning at 5 A.M. it was really coming down, at 8 A.M. it was very foggy, at 11 A.M. it was very chill, in fact cold, at 1 P.M. it was warm, at 1:30 cold, remaining quite cold until 3:30 P.M. it turned warm again and now at 6 P.M. it is still very warm.
Well Darling, we have our Northern Baptist Banquet tonight and I’m due there in exactly fifteen minutes for a meeting. We have quite a walk so I’ll say so long for now but remember I love you more all the time.
With all of my love and life,