July 14, 1944
Today was a banner day, with letters from everybody- that is almost everybody. D. A. wrote me a big note and I was very appreciative of it. Barbara [pink?] letter was up to her usual ingenuity. Nancy’s enclosure (the thoughts on your wedding anniversary- was really touching. Honey’s letter was [?] with the customary adjectives and analogies. Your mothers mail was prosaic- but don’t say I said so, for then she might not write. The emoposite letter from your anniversary party fathering reminded me of the date.
This passionate purple in was some French ink I found in a German Headquarters. One finds all all sort of interesting things. I now have a nice feather pillow. It was German. I cut it open and took out the feathers, steamed them and then sewed them in a clean new cover. I am improving in my sewing, but don’t think I am going to darn my own socks