Monday
February 15th, 1942
Dearest Jack,
I woke this morning with the strangest feeling that something was wrong. Everyone here is fine, or as fine as they always seem. But I felt a heaviness.. a sadness. I fear it was you I felt and that something was gravely wrong.
Speak to me across the waters. Tell me you are all right and the sun is shining and all is well. I am so worried tears have dripped onto this letter. My fear is growing. I'm going to go visit Pam, right now. She has gotten a few letters from Paul since he left. Maybe she can help me, or at least understand this feeling. What it is, I just don't know.
Are you safe? Where are you? Find me here..
Love,
Vivienne
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Valentine's Day
Feb 14, 1942
My dear Jack,
Momma had a surprise for me this morning. And you know what it is or rather was! When I came to the breakfast table this morning, there, at my place was an envelope with only my name scrawled across it in your handwriting. You must have been in a hurry because the ink is smudged. Was I approaching when you did it? Oh Jack, when I opened it my eyes filled with tears and I had to leave the room. It was the most beautiful Valentine I could ever have wanted. You asked me to wait for you.. I will Jack. I promise, I will. You fill my thoughts when I should be concentrating on other things. Know that you are in my heart and mind.. a part of me. I will wait to hold you and touch you and kiss you and... and.. and even that. Now I"m blushing and if you were here you'd be laughing at me and telling me not to worry.. that it will be good.
Gentle man.. are you fearful? I imagine you bouncing on a ship somewhere in the middle of the ocean. Papa says you're probably going to England. He watches the newsreels and listens to the radio every night. He looks more and more worried. And pale.
Can worry make a man pale? It's winter so it's probably just because he doesn't get out much. He and Momma are always whispering. You don't suppose she's going to have a baby again, do you. After little Johhny died when he was not yet 3 months old, I remember her saying that she would have no more. But the way she's acting seems so similar.. I asked her and she said she couldn't talk.. was too busy. I think she's too old. How old can a woman be to have a baby? I don't know so many things.
When you come home, you'll have seen the world and all sorts of people. Teach me Jack. Teach me everything you've learned. Teach me about men and women.. and babies. I think I'd like to have one.
The nursing school at the county hospital has sent me an application. I think I'm going to fill it in just to see if they'll accept me.
It's Sunday and the chicken is ready. Momma has just called me to set the table for dinner. Come back to me Jack. Come sit beside me at Sunday dinner.
Love from your Vivienne.
Feb 14, 1942
My dear Jack,
Momma had a surprise for me this morning. And you know what it is or rather was! When I came to the breakfast table this morning, there, at my place was an envelope with only my name scrawled across it in your handwriting. You must have been in a hurry because the ink is smudged. Was I approaching when you did it? Oh Jack, when I opened it my eyes filled with tears and I had to leave the room. It was the most beautiful Valentine I could ever have wanted. You asked me to wait for you.. I will Jack. I promise, I will. You fill my thoughts when I should be concentrating on other things. Know that you are in my heart and mind.. a part of me. I will wait to hold you and touch you and kiss you and... and.. and even that. Now I"m blushing and if you were here you'd be laughing at me and telling me not to worry.. that it will be good.
Gentle man.. are you fearful? I imagine you bouncing on a ship somewhere in the middle of the ocean. Papa says you're probably going to England. He watches the newsreels and listens to the radio every night. He looks more and more worried. And pale.
Can worry make a man pale? It's winter so it's probably just because he doesn't get out much. He and Momma are always whispering. You don't suppose she's going to have a baby again, do you. After little Johhny died when he was not yet 3 months old, I remember her saying that she would have no more. But the way she's acting seems so similar.. I asked her and she said she couldn't talk.. was too busy. I think she's too old. How old can a woman be to have a baby? I don't know so many things.
When you come home, you'll have seen the world and all sorts of people. Teach me Jack. Teach me everything you've learned. Teach me about men and women.. and babies. I think I'd like to have one.
The nursing school at the county hospital has sent me an application. I think I'm going to fill it in just to see if they'll accept me.
It's Sunday and the chicken is ready. Momma has just called me to set the table for dinner. Come back to me Jack. Come sit beside me at Sunday dinner.
Love from your Vivienne.
Tuesday, February 1oth, 1942
Dear Jack,
Today I kissed the postman! On the cheek of course, for he brought me my first letter from you. It was the one where you said you were running out of paper. I hope you've found some. Is it possible for me to mail you a package? If you get an address, I will mail whatever you need.
Anyway, I was so happy to hear from you. I danced around the kitchen and Mama kept rolling her eyes and smiling. I think she remembers what it was like to be young and happy with a beau. You are my beau.. you know? Are you more? My heart says yes.. oh Jack, I am so happy you are well. Hearing from you has brought all those days we shared come back to life. I smile when I think of you.
It's hard to keep busy now that you've gone. I've been watching the Kennedy children while she works. The factory has started a second shift to build parts for the war. Papa doesn't want me working there. He says that it's not women's work. He wants me to go to college and work on a nursing or teaching career. What do you think Jack? What you think is more important to me than anyone else.
You are in New York City? Oh my!! That is so exciting! Have you seen any famous people or been to the movie theaters? Some day it would be fun to go there, with you. And no one else. No chaperone. Just us. People might talk! Do you care? I don't think I would. But I don't know. The rules have been so strict for me. A good girl I am. Sort of.. I think of you when I go to sleep at night and when I wake in the morning.
You're always with me. Sasha misses you. She purrs and looks sad. You were so sweet to her.. bringing her catnip and the can of sardines. She tries to lay on your shirt everytime I take it off. Shoo kitty, that belongs to me!
It seems I'm always hurrying off to mail a letter. The mail leaves soon and I want to make certain mine goes today. Take care of yourself Jack.
Love,
Vivienne
Dear Jack,
Today I kissed the postman! On the cheek of course, for he brought me my first letter from you. It was the one where you said you were running out of paper. I hope you've found some. Is it possible for me to mail you a package? If you get an address, I will mail whatever you need.
Anyway, I was so happy to hear from you. I danced around the kitchen and Mama kept rolling her eyes and smiling. I think she remembers what it was like to be young and happy with a beau. You are my beau.. you know? Are you more? My heart says yes.. oh Jack, I am so happy you are well. Hearing from you has brought all those days we shared come back to life. I smile when I think of you.
It's hard to keep busy now that you've gone. I've been watching the Kennedy children while she works. The factory has started a second shift to build parts for the war. Papa doesn't want me working there. He says that it's not women's work. He wants me to go to college and work on a nursing or teaching career. What do you think Jack? What you think is more important to me than anyone else.
You are in New York City? Oh my!! That is so exciting! Have you seen any famous people or been to the movie theaters? Some day it would be fun to go there, with you. And no one else. No chaperone. Just us. People might talk! Do you care? I don't think I would. But I don't know. The rules have been so strict for me. A good girl I am. Sort of.. I think of you when I go to sleep at night and when I wake in the morning.
You're always with me. Sasha misses you. She purrs and looks sad. You were so sweet to her.. bringing her catnip and the can of sardines. She tries to lay on your shirt everytime I take it off. Shoo kitty, that belongs to me!
It seems I'm always hurrying off to mail a letter. The mail leaves soon and I want to make certain mine goes today. Take care of yourself Jack.
Love,
Vivienne
February 6th, 1942
My Dear Jack,
No letters have arrived from you yet. My heart tells me you must be writing but this mail system lets me down. I so long to hear from you. You must be in preparation for the journey.. My deepest wish is that you will have something from me before you leave. Have any of my letters arrived? I've decided to put a tiny silk neck scarf in this envelope. It is so delicate, I doubt it will add weight. Please let me know if it makes it's way to you?
I shall go to sleep tonight again wearing your shirt, the plaid flannel one you wrapped around my shoulders the night you walked me home from the dance. I love it. It smells like you, Jack. Clean, like soap. If Mama knew I was wearing it, she'd make me wash it. I never want to wash it.. it's all I have of you.
I went to see a movie with Patsy. There was a newsreel with war information, telling everyone to buy savings bonds and Uncle Sam needs YOU. I cried. He already has you. It reminded us to support the troops and send happy letters. I will try. I promise I will. I'm so proud of you for volunteering.. You are brave and wonderful and strong and mmmmmm... so special.
A new National Geographic came today. After everyone reads it, Mama said I can send it to you. "It's the least we can do for our boys", she said. We all laughed. And there are no naked ladies from Africa in this one. What will you do???? I think if one came with bare breasts, Mama might change her mind and not let me send it. Dearest Jack, I remember your hands, on my breasts.. And the shivers they brought. I am waiting for you.
The mailman will be here soon so if I'm to send this today, I must say goodbye. My love, my heart follows you wherever you go. Remember that.
Love,
Your Vivienne
My Dear Jack,
No letters have arrived from you yet. My heart tells me you must be writing but this mail system lets me down. I so long to hear from you. You must be in preparation for the journey.. My deepest wish is that you will have something from me before you leave. Have any of my letters arrived? I've decided to put a tiny silk neck scarf in this envelope. It is so delicate, I doubt it will add weight. Please let me know if it makes it's way to you?
I shall go to sleep tonight again wearing your shirt, the plaid flannel one you wrapped around my shoulders the night you walked me home from the dance. I love it. It smells like you, Jack. Clean, like soap. If Mama knew I was wearing it, she'd make me wash it. I never want to wash it.. it's all I have of you.
I went to see a movie with Patsy. There was a newsreel with war information, telling everyone to buy savings bonds and Uncle Sam needs YOU. I cried. He already has you. It reminded us to support the troops and send happy letters. I will try. I promise I will. I'm so proud of you for volunteering.. You are brave and wonderful and strong and mmmmmm... so special.
A new National Geographic came today. After everyone reads it, Mama said I can send it to you. "It's the least we can do for our boys", she said. We all laughed. And there are no naked ladies from Africa in this one. What will you do???? I think if one came with bare breasts, Mama might change her mind and not let me send it. Dearest Jack, I remember your hands, on my breasts.. And the shivers they brought. I am waiting for you.
The mailman will be here soon so if I'm to send this today, I must say goodbye. My love, my heart follows you wherever you go. Remember that.
Love,
Your Vivienne
Sunday, Feb 1st, 1942
Dearest Jack,
I've just returned from church. All the talk was of war and hate and killing.. I'm so afraid for you. Can't we go back in time? Thanksgiving was so wonderful.. Our world was happy. Mama and Papa were happy. They liked you. Remember that. They don't like everyone. I think they saw something special in you. (I'm blushing now.. and feeling warm. I miss you so very much)
I've sent a letter.. I hope you have gotten it. Every one I send will have 'Evening in Paris' splashed on it. It reminds me of 'evening on the porch'.. you, your warmth, your lips pressed against mine.
Something is wrong with Papa.. Mama looks at him strangely but says nothing. I've heard whispering behind their bedroom door. Not the kind of whispering that you and I have done.. worried whispers. Do you know what I mean?
I must go, Papa calls.
Imagine my arms around you, my love.
Always.
Vivienne
PS I am running to mail this in the hope it finds you before your ship leaves. I will try and write every day.
PPS Sniff the envelope! Memories?
Dearest Jack,
I've just returned from church. All the talk was of war and hate and killing.. I'm so afraid for you. Can't we go back in time? Thanksgiving was so wonderful.. Our world was happy. Mama and Papa were happy. They liked you. Remember that. They don't like everyone. I think they saw something special in you. (I'm blushing now.. and feeling warm. I miss you so very much)
I've sent a letter.. I hope you have gotten it. Every one I send will have 'Evening in Paris' splashed on it. It reminds me of 'evening on the porch'.. you, your warmth, your lips pressed against mine.
Something is wrong with Papa.. Mama looks at him strangely but says nothing. I've heard whispering behind their bedroom door. Not the kind of whispering that you and I have done.. worried whispers. Do you know what I mean?
I must go, Papa calls.
Imagine my arms around you, my love.
Always.
Vivienne
PS I am running to mail this in the hope it finds you before your ship leaves. I will try and write every day.
PPS Sniff the envelope! Memories?
January 30, 1942
My Dearest Jack,
It has only been 2 hours since last your fingers lingered on mine yet still I feel them. I see you everywhere.. by the tree, on the swing, in the rose garden.. galloping up the front steps, your smile widening as you spy me behind the screen door. The roses are gone now, the screen door put away til spring.. will I see you then? Be safe my darling. Promise that you'll come back to me?
Mama says to busy myself and the time will fly. I don't believe her. How can she say that? She has never been through this. Time will drag on as it already has..
But let's smile now.. for I know today you are safe. Tell me of New York? Is it as big as they say? And wild? Is it really a wild city? Have you met any of the other boys? When will you leave? I have so many questions.
I hope you get this letter in time, I started writing as soon as your bus was out of sight. I'm posting it today so that you'll have something to read. Have you smelled it? The letter I mean... I put a few drops of Evening in Paris on it. You said you loved the way it made me smell.. I miss you so.
Come back to me my brave man,
Love, Vivienne
It has only been 2 hours since last your fingers lingered on mine yet still I feel them. I see you everywhere.. by the tree, on the swing, in the rose garden.. galloping up the front steps, your smile widening as you spy me behind the screen door. The roses are gone now, the screen door put away til spring.. will I see you then? Be safe my darling. Promise that you'll come back to me?
Mama says to busy myself and the time will fly. I don't believe her. How can she say that? She has never been through this. Time will drag on as it already has..
But let's smile now.. for I know today you are safe. Tell me of New York? Is it as big as they say? And wild? Is it really a wild city? Have you met any of the other boys? When will you leave? I have so many questions.
I hope you get this letter in time, I started writing as soon as your bus was out of sight. I'm posting it today so that you'll have something to read. Have you smelled it? The letter I mean... I put a few drops of Evening in Paris on it. You said you loved the way it made me smell.. I miss you so.
Come back to me my brave man,
Love, Vivienne
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