This week we’re meeting Colby Thornton, another character from my newest book, scheduled to be released on April 23, 2012.
I hope this letter finds you well. I know it finds you more comfortable than I am! Sometimes I admit to just the tiniest bit of envy that, while you’re basking in the warmth and sunshine in Texas, I sit here shivering in Michigan. But you know I wouldn’t trade places with you for the world. I love it here.
Life hasn’t changed much at all since the last time I wrote. With the war, and so many young men joining the army, there’s still a shortage of workers. Much to the dismay of the older folks here in town, positions thought unbefitting a lady are being filled by many ladies because there’s simply no one left to hire. I, for one, am glad that the employers are taking them on. But for their income, some of the families would face unbearable hardships with their men over in France and who knows where.
The only holdout is the postmaster and he just flatly refuses to employ a woman. If the gossip is to be believed, he doesn’t trust them with important government business. Let me tell you, he isn’t very popular with any female between the ages of seventeen and seventy right now. He’s so adamant about it, in fact, that he’s badgered Daniel Pullman into postponing his enlistment until graduation in the spring. Word has it that he is in hopes some of the boys can be persuaded to delay the inevitable.
I’m quite relieved, if truth be told. Daniel needs some time to grieve the recent loss of his mother. Otherwise I fear for his safety, that he might not be as careful when he’s on the battlefield as he should be. As far as I know, she was his only living relative. People who feel as alone as he must, who are as alone as he is, sometimes don’t care what happens to them.
And it would be a shame if anything happened to him, Cecil. He is one of the most decent young men you could ever meet. A few extra months to heal, in this case, will be the best thing all the way around.
It will be nice when the war ends, please God soon. It’s wonderful to see how everyone is coming together during this difficult time though. Many of the women meet several mornings a week to knit sweaters and socks for the soldiers. Everyone is conserving gasoline. And the post office is constantly busy what with the overwhelming number of letters being sent to these boys. From everyone in town it seems.
But from a selfish point of view, the Wheatless Wednesday’s are increasingly difficult for me. Since I can’t bring a sandwich when I leave in the mornings, I’m forced to go home, or to a restaurant, for dinner. With Anna still spending money as fast as I can earn it, that usually means home. It’s hard enough to eat breakfast and supper with her, so adding in the third meal… It’s just easier to stay away. As always, your continued prayers regarding this matter are appreciated.