This letter was in my mother-in-law's papers. Would love to pass it on to the family who wrote it .. would also like to know that they had a long happy life together. Here is the letter - if it is your family, contact me & I will give you the original

(Letter Dated ) September 2, 1942


I received your envelope last week. I think the last I heard was when you returned from New York. Lots has happened since then & I have moved several times too.
I don’t know where to start but suppose I start with my wedding. Before the war we had planned to have a big wedding with crossed sabers and everything. But what really happened - Ray came to town from the field complete with rifle, tin helmet, gas mask extra cartidges, etc. Also he was covered from head to foot with mud. He just came in Sat. A.M. & said we’re getting married. So I put on the first thing that came to hand and we went for the license. We had to get a waiver for the 3-day period and all the old grandpas we had to see had to tell us about their weddings and wasted a lot of time because we only had an hour to do all this. Then we had to go to another building to get the license. Well the doors closed at 12 noon & we got in one minute to. In the meantime it was raining and hot & the streets were steaming and I had on a crepe dress which was all goose- pimply where the rain hit it. Then we had to get the rings in the rain & everything. Everytime Ray got near me some of the mud came off on my dress (beige). The last straw was when he stepped right on the front of my white shoe with the pair of GI shoes he was wearing. He was sweating and I was sweating and we were both wet & muddy but we went on anyway. W tried to get some flowers but all we could find was poinsettas and I didn’t feel in the mood to wear those so I didn’t have any. We had to go out to the post which was quite a way, and we weren’t hardly on speaking terms when we got there. Ray found somebody’s clean uniform somewhere & put it on and grabbed a couple of soldiers for witnesses & we stalked up the aisle with our fists clenched. The Captain gave him two days off so we came back to town - still not speaking. Black out was at 5 PM then & every place closed at 4-30. So every place we went for dinner was closed. There was nothing but to go home - our apartment wasn’t blacked out so we couldn’t have a light even. I tried to find the champagne & couldn’t and of course, we had lost the flashlight. About 8 o’clock we each opened a can - I got beans & he got sausages so we fished out some crackers & had our wedding supper - in complete silence - in the dark.
By that time I was figuring how I could beat him down town to file suit for divorce and I guess he was too. Anyway, after a few other minor casaulties like partially breaking our leg on the furniture and knocking all the lamps and chairs over, the whole business got funny.
We still haven’t gotten a divorce and have no intentions - for a while anyway. In fact, we are looking forward to an addition to our family in the spring. Ray is already lining up bicycles & footballs etc, so it had better be a boy. I was working at Pearl Harbor but have resigned and am know just keeping house. Am getting disgustingly fat too. Ray was promoted to Captain in June and has been told he will get another promotion by Christmas or sooner. He is a swell fellow - I am sure you would like him. He is about 5'10'’and blonde with blue eyes.
We get along pretty well in war time Hawaii. We re only rationed on gasoline. The rest of the things we don’t have any of at all. About two months ago we got celery - 90 cents a head. We haven’t even had potatoes for two months. You get used to it though. You just eat whatever you have. I have had to drink canned milk because we can’t get fresh.
I am afraid we are in for a long seige of this but I certainly wish it was all over. I just live from day to day. We can never plan because Ray might get sent out any time. Then I suppose I would go back to the mainland.
Well, guess I have rambled enough. The letters usually reach us faster if sent to Ray -
Capt R.C. Ball
98th C.A. (AA)
c/o Postmaster
San Francisco, Calif

Will expect a letter by Christmas anyway.
Love, Rose