I replied that they would not work for me. She said, You will never know, until you try. Next stop was Yuma, Arizona. In Yuma, the summer time, is very hot, you need a bath and clean underwear each day. My laundry service was slow, but I found a nice pair of panties, "her kind, " tucked in my suit case, and they worked all right.

Ours was not a case of love at first sight, but it certainly was a case of love when out of sight. I did not want any more complications. It was in the thir- ties, jobs were hard to get, my shop business was in- solvent. I had plenty of troubles, financial and other things, and did not want more responsibility, but I knew I would have to see more of this girl!

I finished the Yuma job, came home and dated her, that night I told her everything, I was nearly broke, our business ( Father and I) was insolvent, I loved things feminine, and was a poor physical specimen, having been retired from the Army for physical reasons, but with a small compensation for a battle casualty in 1918.

After she said yes, I promised that I would get rid of my feminine garments. She said, "Bill don't get rid of anything. Let me do some thinking, we are going to be partners in life." Some months later, we were married and in the Coalinga Oil Fields. The oil fields are good money if you can take it. Men, mules and machinery take a beating! Yes, we used mules in 1932, trucks could not take it. I was working about 15 hours a day. I came back to our motel one Saturday and found two nighties on the bed, no pajamas. Once again the remark," just try it. I tried the nightie and it worked wonderfully well. Some weeks later we both went out dressed as girls, had a great time, it worked out well.

So, thats how it was, once we had a weeks vacat- ion where the only masculine things were, my razor

and wallet, my wife did the driving.

I send my best regards,

Wilma. 5-N-4

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