‘You Don’t Have to Tell Me Not to Marry Any of Them’

Dated June 21, 1944; postmarked June 27, 1944. Was it a simpler time? There were no ZIP codes in 1944, and Babe apparently forgot to put “New York” in the address. Just “Mount Kisco.” But someone else wrote “N.Y.” on the envelope and it found its way home.

Dear Folks:

I am well, happy, and safe and I hope you all are the same.

It is nice and warm here now and the weather is nice.

I am still looking forward to receiving more packages from you all. You said there were four on the way and I’m expecting them. Everyone once in awhile, I get an urge for a package or three so I can eat.

I took or had some pictures taken of myself a couple of days ago. This time, though, I got the negative with the pictures so you can make some more prints. The prints I have are not so good because they were wet when I got them and I was in too much of a hurry to stop and wait for them to dry. I had the pictures taken in Rome.

The people in this part of the country are pretty lucky. There isn’t half as much destruction here as there was in the southern part of Italy. Even the people themselves up here are a lot better off. They have plenty of good clothes, plenty to eat and good living facilities. The best thing I like about the people up here though, is that they aren’t trying to get all they can out of us for nothing. Not yet, anyway.

There are a lot of nice girls around here too. Maybe it’s because they are the first decently dressed people we’ve seen in months. Anyway, you don’t have to tell me not to marry any of them because I already know about it.

That’s about all I have for now, so I’ll close.

Love & Kisses to all, including Spring St.,


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