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Laura Davis letters to her husband Lloyd Davis, January-March 1943

1943-02-10 Laura Davis to Lloyd Davis Page 1

817-19 St. S.E.
Cedar Rapids, Iowa
February 10, 1943
Dearest,
Taking big sheets tonight. Maybe that will be encouragement to write more. I still haven't had a chance, I mean the reason, to hang out the new mail basket. 
We are still in the winter season, so on one of these nights is the time to write long letters. My feet are propped up on the register protector in the dining room and writing on the walnut table. A lot of writing and eating probably was done on this table in grandfather's day, yet I'm busy giving it a workout yet. 
Today was a good day at the office. This morning I finally found a nursing home in Robins for a young navy wife recuperating from brain surgery. The first operation wasn't very helpful and they plan another later then this afternoon I had an interesting visit with Dr Steele of Marion. He is the psychiatrist  the army relocation doctor committee sent here. He has a game leg and refused by every branch of the service. He feels badly about it. He is a mental health specialist and says the army is so desperately short of staff doctors for that line. And it seems queer he is considered able to do all the traveling a rural doctor has to do, and not able to be a base hospital man. Of course in theory military doctors are to be fit to go anywhere, yet he said they did have a limited service class of doctors too. The army's loss is

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817-19 St. S.E. Cedar Rapids, Iowa February 10, 1943 Dearest, Taking big sheets tonight. Maybe that will be encouragement to write more. I still haven't had a chance, I mean the reason, to hang out the new mail basket. We are still in the winter season, so on one of these nights is the time to write long letters. My feet are propped up on the register protector in the dining room and writing on the walnut table. A lot of writing and eating probably was done on this table in grandfather's day, yet I'm busy giving it a workout yet. Today was a good day at the office. This morning I finally found a nursing home in Robins for a young navy wife recuperating from brain surgery. The first operation wasn't very helpful and they plan another later then this afternoon I had an interesting visit with Dr Steele of Marion. He is the psychiatrist the army relocation doctor committee sent here. He has a game leg and refused by every branch of the service. He feels badly about it. He is a mental health specialist and says the army is so desperately short of staff doctors for that line. And it seems queer he is considered able to do all the traveling a rural doctor has to do, and not able to be a base hospital man. Of course in theory military doctors are to be fit to go anywhere, yet he said they did have a limited service class of doctors too. The army's loss is