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Laura Davis letters to her husband Lloyd Davis, 1945

1945-06-10 Laura Davis to Lloyd Davis Page 3

been me. Sort of involved and complicated, but I think it is what you have given me in love and understanding that made me able to understand a little. I signed my maiden surname int he alumni register so I could be registered like the others, but it was so strange and I had to definitely think, and it didn't look right even though I, of course, had Davis on the end of it. Three and a half years of practice really sticks so much that a great many more years before that time don't have nearly as much importance.
The sun just peeped out a bit and looked into the window, lighting up your letter. But it is gone before I can even get it written down.
After I got home Sat. P.M. from Coe, then I put on work clothes and worked until about nine o'clock. I weeded, trimmed dead grape ad wisteria vines, cleaned up the flower beds, mowed, raked, lugged rubbish. I'd called the ash man and he took what I hope is the last of this spring's ashes. Also all the tree just and yard rubbish I'd collected and a wild cherry tree Mr. Harger had cut down by the fence. Mr. Harger trimmed out the nettle for me, and his wife tried to help on what was weed and what a flower. To decide on a crupee, I took the leaves and went up to Mrs. Pritchard. She knew, of course.

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been me. Sort of involved and complicated, but I think it is what you have given me in love and understanding that made me able to understand a little. I signed my maiden surname int he alumni register so I could be registered like the others, but it was so strange and I had to definitely think, and it didn't look right even though I, of course, had Davis on the end of it. Three and a half years of practice really sticks so much that a great many more years before that time don't have nearly as much importance. The sun just peeped out a bit and looked into the window, lighting up your letter. But it is gone before I can even get it written down. After I got home Sat. P.M. from Coe, then I put on work clothes and worked until about nine o'clock. I weeded, trimmed dead grape ad wisteria vines, cleaned up the flower beds, mowed, raked, lugged rubbish. I'd called the ash man and he took what I hope is the last of this spring's ashes. Also all the tree just and yard rubbish I'd collected and a wild cherry tree Mr. Harger had cut down by the fence. Mr. Harger trimmed out the nettle for me, and his wife tried to help on what was weed and what a flower. To decide on a crupee, I took the leaves and went up to Mrs. Pritchard. She knew, of course.