Naaman's feeling a little down....
"Dearest Sweetheart :-
Please excuse the pencil, but I don't feel like using the pen. I slept yesterday morning till late. Got up and started to go to Hartford after my license. Before I had gone down the street a block, I fainted. I saw I couldn't make it any further, and turned into somebody's porch. It so happened that I had met the old man who lived there. They took me back home in his car. I then had chills for about three hours, then fainted again, and had more chills. Today I feel better except that I am so weak that I can't hardly stand up.
Honey, your pictures were awful sweet of you, and I have just kissed each one of them. Sorry they aren't you, and your letter makes me feel lots better. But, Dear, I feel too bad to write just when I would like to write about fifty pages. If I feel better this afternoon, I will take another crack to make up for lost time and answer your letters. With love, Naaman"
"Dearest Sweetheart :-
Please excuse the pencil, but I don't feel like using the pen. I slept yesterday morning till late. Got up and started to go to Hartford after my license. Before I had gone down the street a block, I fainted. I saw I couldn't make it any further, and turned into somebody's porch. It so happened that I had met the old man who lived there. They took me back home in his car. I then had chills for about three hours, then fainted again, and had more chills. Today I feel better except that I am so weak that I can't hardly stand up.
Honey, your pictures were awful sweet of you, and I have just kissed each one of them. Sorry they aren't you, and your letter makes me feel lots better. But, Dear, I feel too bad to write just when I would like to write about fifty pages. If I feel better this afternoon, I will take another crack to make up for lost time and answer your letters. With love, Naaman"






