46) Childish Anchorage boys crash the girl party--Sept. 13, 1944

From Betty (Louisville, KY)

Sept. 13, 1944
Wednesday A.M.

Dearest,

Got your letter of Sept. 1 yesterday. Your letters get over here in pretty good time now. How long does it take mine to go over?

I’m worn out this morning. I told you I was having six girls in for dinner last night. Anne and myself made eight. Well Mother got sick Monday night and was in bed all yesterday and will be today. The doctor gave her something to make her sleep so she slept all yesterday. I was left to do all the cooking, cleaning up, etc. for the party. It was the first time I had ever had to do anything like that. My grandmother came down about five-thirty to help me finish up. Gee I was glad to see her.

The dinner went off swell and everybody had a grand time. I’m really getting experience.

You know I took Home Nursing a couple of years ago and I didn’t learn much that I didn’t already know. Every time anybody in the house gets sick, they spring my Home Nursing on me. I’m glad I took it. It was a good course.

Anne and I have cleaned up the house this morning. It was the biggest mess. It looked like a cyclone had hit it.

Last night after we had finished dinner and were just sitting around talking, who should come but four of the boys up at Anchorage. They had had a stag dinner party and then came down to crash ours. I don’t think those dumb boys will ever grow up. They make me furious. They’re so childish.

Yes, I saw Johnny Mohr’s picture in Life a long time ago. His sister is one of my best friends.

Anne and I are going in town this afternoon to see “Impatient Years”. It should be pretty good. Last Friday night I saw “Christmas Holiday”, but I didn’t like it much. It was so odd.

Your letter yesterday had something cut out of it. You know where you usually write- Somewhere in the Southwest Pacific area? Well, I don’t know what you had written, but it was cut out except for the- Somewhere.

I talked to your mother yesterday. She read me your letter. You should have gone to see Bob Hope. I would love to see him. I think he’s a scream.

Guess I’d better go fix Mother some lunch after she eats she’ll sleep all afternoon and I’ll go in town, then.

Bye now honey. It can’t be much longer before you’ll be home. Miss you.

Always yours,
Betty

Notes:

1. Betty's grandmother--- the grandmother who came to help was probably Betty's maternal grandmother Nanine Fairleigh Hardin.  When Betty and Jack met, Betty, her sister and mother lived with Nanine-- along with Betty's cousins Bob and Bill Giltner.
2. Johnny Mohr----he seems to be an Anchorage High sports star who later attended the University of Louisville.
3. "Impatient Years"---1943 romance staring Jean Arthur and Joel McCrea.  Impatient Years Link

45) I miss you terribly.---- Sept. 11, 1944

From Betty (Louisville, KY)

Sept. 11, 1944
Monday night

Darling,

Today is the first day I haven’t worked. It’s fun just loafing around, but I’ll probably get tired of it before I start to school. I’m getting a nice rest anyway. I’ll have more time to write now.

Tomorrow night I’m having six girls in for dinner. We used to go around together all the time at Anchorage and I wanted to have us all together once before they went away to school. Get up on all the latest gossip and such.

Your mother has decided that in that picture you sent me of the Jap barge the word that was censored was Guam. You had written on the back- A jap barge somewhere around (censored). Is she right? Are you there now? If you don’t answer these questions I’ll understand that you can’t. We would like to know, though, if you can tell us.

Honey, try to write your parents as often as you can. They kinda like you, you know, and worry when they don’t hear. They realize you’re busy, but still it’s hard to keep from worrying. Even if you just write a couple of lines it helps.

We played records all day or rather this afternoon. They sure bring back memories. Hurry home so we can listen to them together. Look at me telling you to hurry home, as if you wouldn’t have been home long ago if you could have come. Anyway, I miss you terribly.

Horace thinks now that he may get a leave at Christmas. Wouldn’t it be grand if you could come home then?

What’ll we do first when you come home? I know one thing we won’t do—talk about the war. We’ll never talk about it if you don’t want to. Maybe about fifteen years from now you’ll be able to tell your little boy about it – some of it anyway. I can just picture that. He’ll look just like you did when you were a little boy. I know what you looked like too, ‘cause I’ve seen loads of pictures of you when you were little—blonde curls and all.

Don’t mind all this chatter. Just writing what I’m thinking about. What do you think about – I mean about when you come home? What do you want to do? I want you to be very happy. What will make you happy? I’ll do all I can to help. Tell me every thing, Jack, anything I can do.

This is an unusually serious letter for me. I’m just in a serious mood tonight. Excuse it, please.

Will write more soon,

Yours always,
Betty

Notes:

1. Betty worked at her grandfather's jewelry store in downtown Louisville while waiting to begin her first year at the University of Louisville.
2. Horace---Betty's step-father, Horace Allen