As touching as it is to see Marv’s picture, it is his handwriting which goes straight to my heart.  He commented occasionally that he meant to try writing in script again; and once or twice mentioned that he printed everything because he felt his script writing was very poor.  Though a few other mementos equal it, nothing I own is more precious to me than this note, which he sent with a housewarming gift for my first days alone again, as a gallant woman.