MilColl_WWII_118_ODonnell_John_B_Papers_B2F2_Corr_Apr_May_1944_004

Saturday
8th April, 1944

Presh darling:

"Easter Time is the time for the eggs--" Do you remember
the Walt Disney Comedy of a few years ago with the big
rabbit strutting around singing that song? It has been
running through my mind constantly for the past few days,
and I guess it is because this is Easter Time and too
because we have been enjoying a few fresh eggs foraged
by some of the men and officers - rather bought on the
sly from some of our country neighbors. They have to
be "black market" for all such luxuries must be sold to
the government.

I have just come in from a nice long ride with a
friend who is new to these parts. I guess my imagination
is keener than his, for altho' I have ridden over the same
area several times, the hills, and fields, and checker board
designs with their varied colors and shades still attract me
greatly. I know that I have an advantage over him for
I always have you with me whenever I see such things
and this is where each little bit of green or rolling hill
or strange and ancient looking cottage or town or clump of
flower take on their personality or interest. Afterall there is such
a thing as looking at life through rose glasses of happy
memories and associations. But I want to take those
glasses off when I may, and enjoy life through the