One of the things that strikes me the most about these letters is the distance over which they were sent. This one went over the mountain from one town to the next. Today, that’s about a half-hour drive.

June 3, 1942

Dear Daddy

I am over here working. Don’t know when I’ll be at home. But I guess it will pretty soon. Tell Lenis I said to be good till I come home and I will bring him something pretty.

If Mattie decides to go to Detroit tell her to write me first so I can come and see her before she goes.
Well news is none here. If any letters comes for me be sure and save them for me until I come.

I’ll try to be there sometime next week.

So by
Polly