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Laura Davis letters to her husband Lloyd Davis, April-December 1943

1943-12-01 Laura Davis to Lloyd Davis Page 4

Now I got roped into speaking next Monday night to the Philathea Class of First Baptist. They know Mr. Anderson is the chairman of my board, so there was special reason to agree. Of course, all publicity for the program will be needed too if we are going to try our wings on so many big projects. The class is middle aged women so I'll try to remember some of the things Mother told me about what the women wanted to hear from welfare speakers. Life is funny. Mother could get and give so much to these things, yet she went on. But I think Providence was right any way for her, as it would be too trying for her to wait for the war to end. Maybe I shouldn't say things like that when you are alone. I don't want to make you feel tough about things. I can't begin to name the ways I miss you. But one big item is that I have no one to talk to. And thoughts about you come to me so pleasantly and unexpectedly. Last night the thought ran through my head of how you gave me the warm side in winter and the cool side in summer of our room. I appreciated it and recognized the thoughtfulness when you did it, yet it was a kindness I recall now. And there are always things like that I don't think I could bear being here alone if mean thoughts tracked me around. I wonder how couples that were disagreeable to each other have any peace of mind with the husband in the service. Mrs Fisher's brother, the contractor, died of

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Now I got roped into speaking next Monday night to the Philathea Class of First Baptist. They know Mr. Anderson is the chairman of my board, so there was special reason to agree. Of course, all publicity for the program will be needed too if we are going to try our wings on so many big projects. The class is middle aged women so I'll try to remember some of the things Mother told me about what the women wanted to hear from welfare speakers. Life is funny. Mother could get and give so much to these things, yet she went on. But I think Providence was right any way for her, as it would be too trying for her to wait for the war to end. Maybe I shouldn't say things like that when you are alone. I don't want to make you feel tough about things. I can't begin to name the ways I miss you. But one big item is that I have no one to talk to. And thoughts about you come to me so pleasantly and unexpectedly. Last night the thought ran through my head of how you gave me the warm side in winter and the cool side in summer of our room. I appreciated it and recognized the thoughtfulness when you did it, yet it was a kindness I recall now. And there are always things like that I don't think I could bear being here alone if mean thoughts tracked me around. I wonder how couples that were disagreeable to each other have any peace of mind with the husband in the service. Mrs Fisher's brother, the contractor, died of