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My beloved:

Here we are, alone again tonight.  These evenings that I’m alone with you make such an ache inside of me — and yet I love them.  It seems so strange to be lonely with people around all the time —friends and family, too.  But with me, there’s only one person who can fill the need of that special sort of loneliness.  I could be alone with you forever and never grow tired.  I’d be happy with you any place, any time.  You’ve always filled every quality I’d ever dreamed or hoped for in a husband.  I’d prayed for a special person like you all my life —but I never dreamed it would be possible gain such joy and happiness.  And darling, you’ll make such a wonderful father.  You’ll be kind and understanding, and yet firm when it’s necessary.  You won’t leave the rearing & discipline of our children to their mother as so many do.

I’ve sent cards to Esquire, Reader’s Digest & the Improvement Era.  Is there anyone else I should notify of your new address?

I’m so anxious for you to receive the pictures I mailed yesterday.  Let me know as soon as you get them — and if they don’t, I’ll send more.  I’ve decided it’s easier to take snapshots of Rick than to try to get a photographer down here when he’s in a happy mood —until he’s a little older.  And I’m sure you’ll be able to determine just as much about him.  He’s so darn precious.  You couldn’t have given me anything more wonderful.  I’m counting on you being here for his first birthday at least.  That’s not too optimistic is it?

I’ve had quite a day today.  Dad and Myrtle went to Sunday School.  Mrs. Barnes came over to see Rick & I, & visited for quite a while.  They’re living in Pocatello now, & she’d come up to see Dallas (she’s expecting any day).  After noon, it was so sunny & nice, that I bundled Rick up & went over Ruth’s.  We took the babies down to the store with us, and weighed Betty.  Rick went to sleep on the way down so I didn’t waken him to weigh him.  Betty weighs nearly fifteen pounds and is now five months old.  Lawrence went fishing — and then Helen stopped to take me to the show.  Ruth watched Rick so I went.  “Frenchman’s Creek” — with Joan Fontaine.  It was an adventure story, with pirates & all that.  Helen had just had a letter from Iven saying their winter had turned into mud, so I can imagine your difficulties.

Darling I can’t help but dream and pray that the day will be soon for your return.  The hour, the second, cannot come too quickly for me.  It’ll be such heaven to have my arms tight about you and feel you close, again.  You’ll always be the most important part of me.  The part that radiates life and joy & happiness.  I adore everything about you with all my heart and soul and always will.  There’s nothing could ever change that love, only to increase it.

Myrtle expects to teach this week and then quilt.  I think Mrs. Harold Davenport is going to finish the year out for her.  Just think —Myrtle will be 43 when the baby is born.  His parents will be older than yours when you were born.  It hardly seems possible that it’s going to happen, but to watch her expanding waist line, you can’t help but see it’s true.

Afton Remington is bringing his wife & new daughter home from the hospital this Wednesday.  I told you wrong on the name —it’s to be Katherine Jenetta, after her two grandmothers & to be called Kathie Jean.  Raymond Parker’s wife is expecting too, I hear tell.

Wilford is bringing a play to Parker tonight.

Sweetheart, remember always, that you mean all the world to me — God be with you always, protect you, and return you safely home to —your loving wife & son,

Zola & Rick

This is the earliest dated letter from Zola in my binder.  I do not know who currently has the original letters.  I have only seen the copies in the binder Melanie prepared for us.  I have several undated letters in my collection that I will add at the end.  We can try to figure out together when they were written.  If anybody has more information than me, please feel free to share it.  I’ll have to sort out Dewain’s binder next (more pages) to see if the letters are dated and can be arranged chronologically easily.  The letters from Zola seem to run from February through June, 1945, during the first six months of my dad’s life.

Also, if you see any glaring typos, please let me know . . . I’m trying to edit as I go, but I’m easily distracted at times (I started this letter about 3 hours before I could finish it . . . but I also played chase, tickle, puzzles, blocks, and more in between paragraphs).

I’m trying to figure out who all the people are, and Ruth is Zola’s older sister.  Lawrence is Lawrence Wallace Miller, married 29 SEP 1937, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah; so Betty must be my dad’s cousin.  Dad is Ira Euguene Rudd, born 7 March 1892 in Parker, Idaho and died 2 Sep 1968, in St. Anthony, Idaho.  Myrtle Johnston Welch is his second wife, born 16 April 1902, Teton, Idaho, and married on 26 May 1943.  Their child is Barbara Gene Rudd, born 13 June 1945.  I’m getting my information from personal PAF files I’ve received from my dad and/or from searching FamilySearch.org.

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