At the time he came home---I’m sure he probably came home that Saturday, but
I didn’t see him until Sunday. I didn’t know the contents of the letter yet, but we saw each other every day that week---he probably had to hitch a ride into town, and maybe spent the night some at Bert’s. We saw each other every night because I was working in the daytime. And I was exhausted and about to come unglued. Monday was the annual “M” night for all the Baptist churches in the county and we went to that, with Lois and her date, and rode in the back seat of her boyfriend’s car.
The plans were to go to his sister’s there on Thursday, because he had had no time to visit with them. GrandDaddy, Pammaw, Alice and JoeBob were going to be at her house, and that gave us reason to join the family. He met me at noon and we went directly to Bert’s house. She was not there; she was at work, and Pammaw was not physically able to cook for the crowd. So there was a houseful of people---four children, Uncle Von, all the rest of us, and no noon dinner. So I solved the problem---I volunteered to go into Bert’s kitchen and cook dinner for them.
cleaned up the building, and the others were in school. She had been working
at this chore for several days; Dad was at the shipyard in
he talked about Servicemen would marry the girl back home and would be killed in action, and that it wasn’t fair for this to happen, for the wife to be left without a husband, yet she’d been married.
Somewhere he made the statement, after he had explained all that, that he
would talk about maybe us getting married, but he just didn’t think it was
right, not knowing if he was coming back. So I made the statement to him,
“So, I’m asking YOU to marry ME.”