At the beginning of their internships, Joe Holoubek wrote of how important letters from Louisiana had become to him:

June 29, 1938

Dearest, I wish that you would be here tonight. I miss you more everyday. But now my hospital duties may keep me busy part of the day. However, there are three very important parts to my day—morning at 10 I receive your letter, 7 p.m. to write to you, and after 10 to dream of you.

By then, Alice Baker had discovered a joy in writing that she had never before experienced.

Nov. 9, 1937

What a volume, and I feel as if I could just keep on writing. Funny—I don’t usually have that trouble! But I don’t usually enjoy doing anything so much as I do when I do it with you. See what you get for being the nicest person I’ve met.

Nov. 22, 1937

I hate to close a letter to you, for it seems almost like being with you when I write you and read your letters. Goodnight, my dear.

June 21, 1939

Gee, this is the fourth letter I’ve written tonight—I’m quite proud of myself. It always seemed to be a job to write letters until I started writing to you. Now it is the day’s most pleasant occupation, but I shall be very glad to trade it for a real visit with you in person before long.