The first letter is filled with Walt’s anxiety over whether he and Ruth can go on with their plans to get married. He doesn’t seem to think it’s possible, and that theme will keep coming up, almost right until that moment when it happens in December. Even in the second letter, Walt can’t entirely avoid the topic. As I’ve noted before, 1942 is the courtship year.
A transcript follows the letter images.
Aug) Sept 3, 1942
I Love You
Good Morning Ruth,
How is my little Darling this Sept. morn? Okee Dokeeeeee I hope.
Is this ever a rainy day—’Member I wrote last evening how it was raining—It hasn’t stopped yet—not once—It is damp in our tent—my bunk is damp—(wet)—it is by the door and a little of the water comes in here and there—Ha.
It is only 9:30, but as there isn’t much to do I tho’t I might just as well write a letter to my Sweetheart.
May) I’m sure I can’t think of a better ( mu) way to spend my time— Can You?
Honey—There are some things I guess I’ll have to say—I don’t want to—but—I can’t think of any other way out.—In a way I’m glad (
it) I have to write it for I would probably have a hard time trying to tell you.
I know you want some info.—I would too if I was in your place. I don’t know—Honey—(
I) but I guess we will have to do a little ( put) “putting off” of our ideas for awhile—I tho’t for awhile that we would be able to go ahead—but things aren’t quite the same as ( it) they were. Due to restrictions nobody, including officers, married men—is allowed out except for 3 nights a week.—That is not so good—and—the main reason is—It just seems to me that we ought to wait a little while to see how things go.—I don’t want to wait—I want to be with you—and Ruth it sure is hard to decide the other way—It hurts.
But I’m hoping it will be for the best, and the instant that I can see a way clear to go ahead—we’ll go ahead!
I would like to get off to a good start, wouldn’t you?
Start here [points arrow to this paragraph.] If you were here or I were there I would probably try to argue myself into believing we could get married and get along allright.—But—[illegible cross out] A couple of the fellows here have sent there [illegible cross out] better halves home lately—and the ones that stay work someplace—I don’t like that idea at all.
[arrow indicates to insert new paragraph written in page heading here] I’d try to do anything to keep you near me, I guess—even if I tho’t it wouldn’t work—Maybe it is for the best that a few miles separate us right now—I can use my head a little—I lose my head, heart, when you’re with me.
I’m glad that’s over—I mean that I’m glad I finally gathered nerve enough to tell you—I’ve been trying to get started on it for some time but kept looking for a way to go ahead with our plans. (
and) It just can’t be done.
I’m still hoping for a furlough—Might get one, one of these days.
I’m going to finish this later Honey—when I get in a better mood.
I Love You
x Walt x
x ✦ xxxx ✦ xxx
Sept 4, 1942
I Love You,
Well this isn’t tonight—(
as) refering to the first part of this letter. It is tonight—refering to the above date.
I went to town with Pierce and Achweitz last night and got quite tipsy—The first night I really did since I wrote about the time in the C.R.T.C.—
I guess after reading the first part of this letter you’ll probably want a “shot” yourself.
I was between the devil and the deep blue sea when I wrote that. I was going against our plans, going against the things I wanted to do most, but, Honey, I think it will be for our benifit.—It would be nice to get married now—But worse if we had to part again afterward.
I got two very nice letters from you today—almost too nice—They sure do make me lonely.—Don’t stop writing them on that account tho—I’ll take all I can get of them and then some. I sure do remember Southern Blvd.—I also remember being pretty fresh that night—I remember the week afterward—Remember the Northern Lights.
I was going to tell you one of the things I remember [illegible cross out] but I seem to think of too many—I remember things in general—Seeing you smile, laugh, sober—funny things you do that I like. I remember—walking in snow—from car to show—eating a lunch here—riding some place—in a five and ten—at your home—drinking—but most of all it is the little things I remember. It used to tickle the daylights out of me when you would here a joke over the radio and break out laughing—Ha—That was funny.
I can remember times when you would kind of melancholly, you know kind of sad like—when you would smile then it would be the sweetest smile and the sweetest face I ever looked at—I can remember when you would have your hair up, hair down—wind blowing it—When your hair was swept up you were the most beautiful girl I ever saw—I like it other ways too—Some day I’d like to see it long enough to hang to your waist—You have the most wonderful hair I have ever seen.—In fact Ruth your the nicest, bestest girl from the tip of your toes to the top strand of your hair that I will ever see. Wish that I could see you now.
Say Honey—did you know your Grandmother sent me a box of cigars—very
kind of her—Thank her for me will you—Maybe you’ld better tell me to do my own thanking—I should. They make a nice change for me and my pals.
I sure did have a nice birthday (many more of the same
It is still raining—it sure is miserable—inside and out.
I tried to get of the former subject for a couple min.—It is the one I like best but——Sometimes I dwell on it to long for my own good.
So—Tomorrow will come around and I’m about to write again, then.
I love you—you are my Honey—all mine and Honey I’m all yours,
I love you
x Walt x
x xxxx xxx