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This is a letter from a mom to her son. She lived in Borger, TX. He was still in New Mexico with a friend waiting to be drafted. He was 19 years old. June is his sister. His father died in 1933.

Postmark February 1, 1943
Mon. 1:30 PM
Dearest Son,
Guess I’m OK and guess June is. I worked today. Have the blues that’s not unusual.
Thanks a million for writing me. I had begin to think you had eloped else. I don’t guess it’ll be too long before you’ll be getting your call. 5 of the boys from Gruver went to Lubbock for their final physical last week and left for camp today. They didn’t know where they were going. It was Keith Paul, J. D. Shapley and I don’t know the other two. They probably went to Ft. Sill, Okla. That’s where most of them go for their shots and ect. The Mederith Atkinson's were down Sat. night. I went to the show with them have had headache ever since.
June went to the theater & ask Mr. Davidson for a job this A.M. Afraid she’ll not have too much luck in Borger. I hope she does get a job soon. She doesn’t need the money as much as she needs to be doing something. I do want her to do something worth while. This is the best opportunity she’ll ever have but she may have to leave Borger to get a job.
Be sure sweet let me know when you get your call and come to see me before you have to go if you can. Don’t know how many days you’ll get or where you may have to go.
Hope both of you are well. Maybe the bathes there will help you. Write me Sweetheart as often as you can, I love you Mom

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