This is the bug-morgue

(note the Camp Brewster link from the address line)

Camp Brewster
Belleview Blvd
(misspelled)
Monday, 10 P.M.

Dear Bunny,

I received your letter this morning, and golly, was I ever surprised! It seemed as though I had just left you. You know, I just got out of bed.

You probably won't get this letter until after I see or hear from you, so I don't know why I'm writing, but I am. The mail gets here much quicker than it goes out.

I hope you had a nice time in Des Moines, and didn't get to bed too late.

This writing is terrible, I know I must have contracted something from Marie; for I'm writing this in the most obnoxious position imaginable. I am ling in bed on my stomach with my pillow shoved under my neck and my chin resting on it. Then, I have a National Geographic where my pillow should be and I'm writing on it. Also, my legs are sprawled in all directions (pass the gas masks, please).

Darling, the bugs flying around are simply awful! You know the unpopular brand of street-light variety. Ooops, excuse me a minute while I fish one out of my ear and scratch my ankle.

Most vacation and camp lettes end with "having a wonderful time; wish you were here," but these bugs prompt me to say "having a wonderful time; wish I were there."

Well, my sweet, I must turn out the light; for I know Marie & Chiyako want to get to sleep. I'll be seeing you soon, dear, but until I tell you then, remember that I love you very very much!

Lovingly,
Lottie

Goodnight Darling

For your information this is the bug-morgue with the corpses flicked (I mean scraped)

This was Georgie

Jimmy's little boy

Place flowers in ring on Memorial Day

Here lies the remains of Jimmy - a good bug while he lasted, but he didn't