My Dearest Florence;
You have passed over the line now. The 16th is gone and the 17th has started. Do you feel so ancient as all that. Isn’t it awful to get so old when you feel so young. Sure seems queer, eh? I wish you a happy time on this day when it arrives. I surely wish I could be with you.
We have been sitting around all day. Doing nothing. Reading, played cards a while, etc. I wrote you a letter today but you will not get it until Wed. But I wanted to write this to let you know I am thinking of you and only wished I could have been there today. It’s been so lonesome and I didn’t get a letter yesterday from a sole. Not one.
I must get ready for Supper now. Be good & don’t forget your Freddie. Did you get the little remembrance.
Lots of Love