
“Oh, it’s so beautiful!”
“No way, I’ve waited all this time, I’m getting in…”
“Santa, I know just how you feel.”
“It’s just magical…”
“Oh, it’s so beautiful!”
“No way, I’ve waited all this time, I’m getting in…”
“Santa, I know just how you feel.”
“It’s just magical…”
awake
smiling
Written on the back:
Dear Gladys,
I am feeling better this morning. Hope you people are the same.
Will write again when in Watuka. Loving, Alva
If I were Gladys:
Dear Alva,
I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Everyone here is quite well.
How is Watuka? Really Alva, Watuka? What reason could you
have for traveling so far from home? Is it because of him?
Darling, you will have others in your life again.
Love will find you, don’t despair!
Honestly, I miss your direct disposition
and your lovely penmanship.
You always have a home here in Mt. Erie, Illinois.
Come back home to us sweetie. Loving, Gladys