Working and taking care of my child kept me busy, but it was a time of waiting-waiting for the war to end, waiting for Roscoe to come home. When his letters stopped coming in March I became fearful of what had happened to him, and then I received word he had been wounded but was doing all right. I was anxious about him but relieved to know he was out of the fighting. After the war ended he was shipped home and transferred to several hospitals. In the early spring we took a short vacation in the Ozarks.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring down there.
The picture of me and child was made on this vacation and I have always associated it with the real beginning of my wonderful, safe and secure life with Roscoe and our 5 beautiful children. My plaque made in Clay Class and patterned after the picture will be another reminder.