July 2, 1944
Sunday Night
My Darling Frank,
Hello, dear, how are you today? Fine I hope. I am kinda tired after this strenuous day. Well Leta and John are married good and proper. They had a beautiful wedding and there must have been 7 or 800 persons there, anyway, there was quite a goodly crowd. Leta looked beautiful and John was traditionally scared, as much as you were I believe dear. I always will believe you were more scared than I was. Anyhow, the wedding began at exactly the strike of 4 — it wasn’t late because the bride was late, like another wedding we went to, remember? The usherettes and I really did shower them with rice as they came out of the church. Oh, they had everything all fixed up for them, except the car, and since it was a borrowed one that they would only go from the church to the Riddles no one wanted to fix it up. Remember how the kids put the sign on ours dear? Honey, I am so glad that we have such sweet memories of our own wedding. It was nice wasn’t it — just a simple one that went with our pocket books and yet quite enough for us. I am very well satisfied with every little detail of our wedding. By the way, remember how we got so hungry?
After the wedding, we had the reception at the Riddles. There was the traditional two-tiered cake that the bride and groom cut together and then we served it with some punch to all those who came. I poured at the punch bowl and it was a lot of fun. Leta and John are leaving tonight on the 9:45 train for Houston. The Navy couldn’t spare him any longer so he must get back immediately. I can’t imagine one spending their wedding night on a train can you? Boy oh boy, that would be something wouldn’t it? Remember dear old Waxahachie? How could we ever forget?
Darling, I’m sure you aren’t as interested in this wedding as I am, but I thought perhaps you might like to hear about it more or less as a reminder of our own. I think that is one reason I have enjoyed it so much because so many things reminded me of ours. Anything that reminds me of our companionship is always very pleasant to me darling. Sweetheart you know that there is no one on earth that comes anywhere near being as wonderful as you are. I love you more deeply than anyone can imagine. Darling being your wife is beyond a doubt the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. Just to know that you are in the same world with me makes life happy and worth being happy about. Don’t ever doubt that I love you, because I do very much.
Did I ever tell you that John had lived in China all his life until he came to America to go to college. He is making a medical missionary like his father who is a doctor. Dr. Bryan was interned by the Japanese on Dec 7, 1941 and was a prisoner for almost a year. He was one of the first repatriates that came over on the Gripsholm. He was tortured and all those things, but is in fine health and is the company doctor for some defense plant in Georgia. It surely is interesting to hear Mrs. Bryan tell of some of their experiences. She is speaking at the church in the morning at 10:00 o’clock about China. Everyone has been invited to attend the lecture. I would like to go, but there are a lot of things that need to be done around here.
I came home from the reception this afternoon and slept for about 1-1/2 hours. I seldom ever sleep in the daytime, but I was all tired out and couldn’t resist the temptation. Mother and Dad weren’t here and everything was so quiet. I don’t believe I could have stayed awake if I had tried.
I surely do wish I could get some more letters from you. The last one was written on June 8. When I think of how long it is, I immediately know that it has been even longer for you, because I almost know you didn’t get any mail the time you mailed those letters on June 8th. We just have to trust in God to take care of each other and when we don’t hear to let Him comfort us. There simply isn’t any other way to keep from worrying. There really isn’t any need of worrying either, because probably when I would be worrying you wouldn’t be in danger and then when I wouldn’t be, you would be. Maybe you can get some sense out of that last sentence, I doubt it though.
Well sweetheart, this is about all tonight. I love you dear and am anxiously awaiting your return. Goodnight and God Bless You –
Lovingly yours,
Louise
