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21, February, 1945

Hey Darlings,

How are you tonight?  I’m early, you know, but I have a big day tomorrow and I’ve had a pretty good sized one today so I’m going to try to get to bed early.  It seems weeks since I got to bed before midnight.  My paperwork takes more time than it should.

I received no letters today, only a printed from the Fourth Ward enclosing a servicmans budget card and some interesting news.  I did so want a letter from my honey.  I love you, you know.

So many things have come up that almost forty-five minutes have passed since this letter began.

My darling, I’m so thankful and proud that I have the most precious wife in the world.  Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are.

You’re lovely, you will never change.  If only I could see you now.  What a feast my eyes would have.  How glad I am to you I took my vow to love, to cherish, to give you happiness.  Please always know, my darling, of wives you are the best.

Honey, knock me a kiss.  I’ll say goodnight, sweetheart.  Never forget how terribly much I love you.  You’ll always be my whole life.  Take care of yourself and Rick.  God bless and protect you each minute of each day.

Your loving old man, Dewain

I’ve been sick since Friday, so this little burst of sweetness from Grandpa was such a delightful comfort.  It was short – and I finished typing it before my mint tea cooled enough to drink.  I’m off to add honey to my tea.  I am so grateful for the great love my grandparents shared.  Around these parts it’s such a burst of sunshine on a cloudy day.

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20, February, 1945

Adorable ones,

I love you, with all my heart I do.  And if you want to send that package with the label ‘ feed every three hours and rock in-between times,’ why, go right ahead.  I’ve got a couple of boys here in my headquarters section who I’d assign to look after him and I’m sure he’d be even more spoiled than he’s getting right now.

I received your letter written on the sixth of February today.  I can’t get over the consistent fast service.  I’d better beat on my head because the  next ones will probably take a month or six weeks to get here.  Anyhow, it’s swell while it lasts.

I did get the letters off to two of our sisters tonight before I received a call to take care of some unpleasant business.  If it hadn’t been for that, I’d have finished all four because I had time scheduled for it.

What’s this story about slipping water in on him in place of milk.  Let’s watch that.  After all, he’s kinda small to defend himself and doesn’t have his old man there to stand up for him and insist on milk.  Remember that Silvesters are born sleepy and hungry and both must be taken care of.

He better be enjoying his baths too, because I don’t.  Not that I wouldn’t if I had a chance, but anyhow, I’m not enjoying them now.

So Iven’s in Belgium?  Well, what do you know.  Everyone gets to Belgium when I leave.  What a life.  I guess I’m destined not to run into anyone I know.  Though I probably wouldn’t know Iven if I did run into him.

Hey, George, have you seen the fox lately?  Which way did he go?  What’s news?

Oh, incidentally, speaking of news, I received also today a Parker home newsletter.  It’s probably quite an item.  I hope sometime I have time to drop Uncle George a note.

My eyelids are about ready to drop.  I pride myself in being the last one to bed each night and the first one up each morning of this bunch of mine.  I seldom write to you until everyone is gone to bed except the guard and I’m usually washed and shaved before anyone else gets up in the morning.  Listen to him brag.  Really I have my selfish reasons.  In the first place I can’t concentrate to write to you until they’re all retired and in order to avoid the rush, I wash and shave early.

Say, what a gaffer I am.
One would naturally think that I’d got on a tram;
so I’ll quit this right now,
even forfeit my bow;
and get me some sleep while I can.

It gets worse each day.  I’m sorry. I love you anyway.

Yours, Dewain

I am sorry it has taken me so long to get back into the swing of things.  I’ve just kind of let these letters slide over the last couple of weeks.  But it feels so good to be back.  I feel so blessed for the connections that have been made, from people who knew Grandpa during the war, or the family history stories that I’ve received through these records.  And I know these experiences are a real part of Grandma and Grandpa’s lives – even though they didn’t talk about it much, and we didn’t know enough to ask more about it.

I’m sitting here, in my home on a rainy Tuesday morning . . . and can only imagine what life for either of them may have been like 64 years ago.  Nothing like my life, that’s for sure.  I’m glad they had friends and family supporting them through all of this.  One lesson I’m learning right now is that success comes from doing what’s asked when necessary, no matter how hard, or how weird, or how inexplicable the request may be, no matter how much it’s not something that we want to do right now . . . if we all only ever did what we wanted, we’d be like a world full of two-year olds . . . and that would be insane.

I am grateful for my family who have gone on before and for the lives they lived so that I am free to live my life.  I hope I can live to make them proud of me an my family.

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I’m sorry – it’s been a while.  I promise we’re coming back to Dewain, Zola and baby Rick soon.  I apologize for the delay.

I do have this for you, scanned straight from my dad’s wall last week.

Dewain Silvester

Dewain Silvester

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