July 30, 1949
Sturgeon Bay, Wis.

Dearest Morris

   How are you this cold day?  Or is it warm down there?  Honest, it’s so cold here that while we were at the cottage this morning, we had to build a fire!  We just got here at Aunt Margaret’s its now 1 o’clock.  We’re all about to freeze.  It seems like every time we come north it gets cold.  Lake Michigan was plum freezing this morning.     

Darling I got you letter that you wrote last Sunday just yesterday.  It was sent to Wayland, then sent here.  I ought to get one Mon from you.     

Last night Sue, Dick, my two cousins (girls – ages 19 & 25) and me went to the show in Sturgeon Bay.  Do you know that nigers were right in with the white people!  I nearly died of the mortification!  And its cherry picking time up here and all the Mexicans and Jamaicans!  The show as packed with them.  The show as a cowboy and I didn’t  like it.   

Daddy just said he thought we would leave about Wed. next week.  I hope, I hope, hope, pray, wish we do.  Its’ so cold we can’t go swimming or anything here.  It seems like we’ve been gone 10 years.  I hope you haven’t changed since we’ve been gone.  You said you missed me on Sat. & Sun. well what do you think about me?  You at least can do something but us – we’re stuck.  Honest every time I write you, I get so lonesome , darling another dern Sat. night at home.  I’m so sick and tired of doing nothing, just wait til we get back home!  I hate it here, all it is Catholics and beer.  Oh, Pete I’m going to close this letter before I get mad.  I feel as if I’d do anything if I’d be with you.  Darling we’ll be home soon, so wait for me.  Darling I love you.

Love ya' aways
Barbara

P.S.

As I read this letter over it doesn’t sound very nice but I’m not going to write it over, so excuse it and take everything for the best.  Really I just wat to be home and see you so –
         Love & kisses
         Barbara
P.S.S.
    I just haven’t got a picture , honey, honest.