April 22, 1946

To ease his loneliness for Dot, Dart rode out to Ashtabula with his folks. Helen is returning to care for Flora, but has told Flora’s husband that this must be her last week of nursing duties. The strain is taking a toll on both her and her family. Sadly, Flora still lingers, restless and in great pain, despite the massive dosage of opiates. Dart’s Aunt Mary has too big a job to leave work for more than a day or two at a time. Aunt Jo does not have a nurturing personality, nor can she seem to follow anyone’s orders or wishes. Aunt Elizabeth is too old at 67, and too nervous to be of any help.

Dart received the money order to buy 6 tickets to a play at Hanna Theater. Homer is pleased by the progress Dot has made on Janie, and Al has already paid Dart for the tickets he and Phyll will be using.

On the long drive today, Dart commented often to his parents that he wished Dot were with them to enjoy the beautiful signs of Spring. Orchards were full of fresh new color, and people were working in their velvet lawns to coax more flowers from the ground. Dart enjoyed seeing the old dilapidated farms as much as he liked looking at the neat little houses along the way.

He doesn’t recall all of the songs she sang on the drive back to Kent last night, but he knows he enjoyed them all. “Oh, we’re so lucky to be in love the way we are. Gee, I miss you! This weekend was one of the best I’ve ever spent (all of them with you, but this was even better than most), and surely the finest Easter ever. It seems that we are happier all the time. It sobers me to think of it, for I am impressed with God’s goodness in making such things possible for us.”

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This quick, late night note from Dot establishes that all the girls in the house agree her Easter corsage was more beautiful that anyone else’s. Thanks, Dart!

She and Phyll decided that the fudge would taste extra good on Wednesday, around 7:30 or 8:00 and they would be happy to share it with Dart and Al if they’re able to make the trip for an evening of dancing. “Don’t worry if you can’t make it. I just thought you’d appreciate the suggestion.”

Now she must hurry off to swimming class, even though she is not allowed to swim today.

“All my love, all my life, Darling. I’ll never forget this Easter. Thank you always for everything that makes you so wonderful.”

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