Dated Nov. 11, 1943; postmarked Nov. 14. There is a “parcel post” stamp from Mount Kisco, N.Y., on the letter itself, not the envelope, dated Dec. 11.
Dear Mom and Pop,
I am well, happy and safe and I hope you all are the same.
I still haven’t received any packages yet or letters from Mr. Morgan. While I think of it, you can send me another package or two. You can send me about three pads of writing paper just like the kind I am writing on now. Send about a dozen pencils, a couple of bottles of ink, about a dozen pair of the heaviest woolen socks you could find, and I mean heavy; about a dozen handkerchiefs; 4 or 5 big Hershey or Nestle bars, either with or without; a fair sized box of tea leaves, not tea balls, but tea leaves; a couple of pounds of cookies all double with cream between the cookies; also a bottle of blackberry jelly.
I think you ought to find all this stuff around someplace and above all, don’t let anyone, I don’t care if it is the mayor, tell you you can’t send anything that I just mentioned because fellows here have received everything I want in packages already.
I can’t understand why you haven’t been hearing from me. I’ve been writing regularly. At least I get mail from you pretty often.
As far as the souvenirs go, I guess you will have a long wait because I had amassed a great variety of do-dads and stuff, but they were lost, so I have to start all over again.
It’s pretty nice here right now. It’s chilly outside and cold at night, but I am in a house with a roaring fire in the fireplace and a great big jug of wine and a sack of potatoes and onions and garlic that I talked out of an Italian. Now I am trying to get some macaroni and some souvenirs out of him. All I am worried about is him moving or us moving out of here and I won’t get the stuff.
Well, that’s about all for now and don’t worry.
Love and Kisses to all and send some pictures,