August 9, 1942. From newlywed Mrs. Jamieson to her “hugbug” husband who is deployed.

In this sugar-sweet wartime letter from 1942, a young new wife gushes with love, determination, and just the right dash of sass as she starts a new job, saves every penny, and dreams of her soldier’s return, proof that even in war, romance never takes a day off.

8/9/1942

Hello my darling husband,

Hello hugbug! Honey do you miss me like I do you? Do you think of me lots?

Honey love me always—I just couldn’t stand it if you didn’t. I miss and love you so!

Darling I got a job today, now just to keep it. It’s in an office downtown in the Missouri Hotel Building, tending switchboard. They will train me for two weeks. T.J. I sure hope I can learn and do it. Keep your fingers crossed for me honey.

I haven’t moved up with Ruth yet but will as soon as Forrest leaves and dear I’ll send phone no. as soon as I get it. Honey you sure have been sending home big checks and I sure am saving every cent I can for us.

They will pay me $12.00 a week while I learn and after I learn should get $22.50 a week. I sure hope I can do it. I’m proud of you now I want you to be proud of me (huh).

Honey I’m glad you thought I was pretty in the picture. I want to be pretty just for you. I love you so honey.

Oh honey we just have to keep our chins up and we will be together soon and oh how I’ll love you, will you like that?

These last four months will go so slow but I am thankful it’s four months instead of six and yes I am so proud of you, so big and tall. It will sure show you off when you get home. I sure hope you can stay home but if you can’t I’m going with you wherever you go (huh).

Grandma says to tell you she sends her love to you and she sure likes your picture. It had much for her!

Have you received any of your packages yet? Don’t open those that say till Dec. 25th. Get me T.J., wish you could get home for them. It sure would mean everything to me. Without you it means just that—away from the bottom of my heart.

Honey I could go on filling page after page of how much you mean to me and my love but guess I’d better not—but you’d never doubt, do you?

Aunt Mill is busy as a bee getting everything ready for Dorothy’s wedding. She is getting such pretty clothes. I’m going to get around too but not until you come home. Then I want to look pretty for my daddy on our second honeymoon.

Darling please take care of yourself and write often. I miss you so much. God bless you daddy pie. Love you x x x. Take the spot of all my love.

P.S. Honey what are those pictures of you that is it fish cooking over an open fire?

Send me some pictures of you and stand straight. Don’t I sound like a bossie wife? Love you sweet with all my heart & want to see you so bad. I am lonesome just for you.