Thursday, December 31, 2009

In Germany - March 2, 1945

March 2, 1945

Dear Mother,
I heard a program from Springfield the other day. Sort of a message to servicemen from there. It kind of brought back memories when they spoke of Lanphier, The Sangams, and other well known spots.
I received another of your little boxes yesterday. The coffee candy didn't last long among these chow hounds. Thanks a lot for the little note book. My old one was getting pretty full.
Those people in Belgium I wrote of gave me their card. The censor restriction has been lifted, so I'm sending it on to you.
There are also a couple of other enclosures. Two American invasion notes of German money. One for five marks and one for one mark. At the present exchange rate a mark is worth about ten cents. Also a note for ten Belgium Franks.
I picked up a couple stamps I'm putting on this letter.
You keep asking me to request something - so I think I'll impose on you and ask for a nice big box of chocolate candy. The things that most of us would want if it was possible would be odds and ends of tidbits that could be eaten between meals or before bed time. That is one big thing - the ability to change the monotony of army chow.
Look! No more room - So good night - Love

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Brussels, Belgium - Feb 26, 1945

Feb 26, `945

Dear Mother,

I've always wondered what happened to all those Christmas packages. I suppose someone along the line needed them worse than I did. Anyway I've given them up for lost by now.
Your other box with the magazines got here. That's was pretty good time for those. They will be well read before becoming fire material. By the time a book makes the rounds of this company - and maybe several others - it's ready for the fire. Thanks a lot on behalf of all.
There were some other things I wanted to write about, but I can't think of them now. Maybe in a later letter. Of course I could give you a few high lights of Brussels, Belgium. - Whoa! now just because I said something about Brussels you get evil thoughts of me getting drunk or something. - Well maybe I did take a few drinks but you know how it is. After all when you walk down the street and people sidle up to you, and want you to buy a quart of Cognac, you can't turn them all down.
Some people expect us to go into town and see all the old buildings and points of interest. What they don't seem to realize is that we spend days on end looking at old buildings and historical points. When we get the chance to go into town, we go to see the people and not points of interest. People are more interesting than most people realize.
I'll tell you more later - now I have to hit the hay for a little recuperating.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Our Crazy Stove Pipe - Feb 20, 1945

Feb 20, 1945

Dear Mother,

Has spring raised it's head yet around there? The natives say spring is just around about here for good - But I don't know. I've got a feeling in my bones that we may see snow again before spring. I hope I'm wrong but time will tell.
Have you heard any more about Tiny? You said in one of your letters that she was feeling bad. I wondered if it was anything serious or not.
I'm sitting here half writing this letter and half listening to the radio. I don't know which will win in the long run. Right now the radio is winning with some darn good music. The barn dance just went off a short time ago.
Now a stove pipe is a strange thing to write about. But everyone that comes into our room comments on it. Anything that gets that much attention should rate a few lines. Everyone sees the great big furnace pipe we have running clear across the room and they want to see our stove. Then they go around the corner of our "L" shaped room. That's when they burst out laughing. The stove is so darned small for all the pipe.
Good night, Good luck, and God bless you

Monday, December 28, 2009

Just An Idea - Feb 18, 1945

Feb. 18, 1945

Dear Dad,

How's the job going? Mother says you got a pretty good offer from another plant. Are you considering a change, or have you turned it down?
Anything new on the place? By now it should be under a hundred - right. That's the way we like it.
I've been thinking of something and thought you might have more information than I have. Missouri has some land open for homesteading to veterans. Maybe you could find out if there is anything open around the lake. And if so what provisions they have made. It's just an idea but worth looking into.
How's the old bus working? Still putting around I suppose.
Write when you get a chance.
So long

Sunday, December 27, 2009

We Have Hot Showers - Feb 17, 1945

Feb. 17, 1945

Dear Mother,

Your three little boxes arrived today. The two with the carmels and the one with the pencil. Just a minute and I'll try it out. - Now we'll see how it works. - Not bad, not bad at all.
I finally got my package to you off today. Mostly it's odds and ends of stuff - mostly red parachute cloth. Maybe you can make something for yourself and Puggie or maybe for Linda Lee or Joanna. The cloth is a little dirty but not too bad.
One of the best things over here are the showers they set up. They have shower units in tents that keep right along with the rest of the outfit. All they need is a stream or river, and presto! Hot showers! It's one place you walk into dirty, muddy, and greasy - ten minutes later you walk out a new man. A little bit of hot water makes all the difference in the world.
Did I tell you that Dave's address came a short time ago? I was surprised to hear he was in the O.M. Had I received the earlier address I might have looked him up in person. I have passed his outfit several times in the past.
Thanks a million for the packages. Love to you all.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Thank You For The Valentine - Feb 13, 1945

Feb 13, 1945

Dear Mother,

Thank you each and every one for the Valentine. I have tried to find a card to express myself. But there were none. So to Mother, Dad, Puggie, Grandma, and Stubby - Won't you be my Valentine.
Your box containing books and magazines arrived in good shape. Now then we are all reading again. Thanks to you.
Some of the boys had a bad night. The plaster in our new home was water soaked from snow and rain. During the night heat from our stoves dried it out and as it dried it came loose. A few lucky ones didn't get a face full of plaster. You don't get to laugh at me this time, cause I was one of the lucky ones.
Now I'll close this letter and squeeze it into that envelope with all those bushels of Love I'm sending you

Friday, December 25, 2009

I'll Send That Box Later - Feb 7, 1945

Feb 7, 1945

Dear Mother,

It will be a little time before I get to send that box I spoke of a while back. It's a matter of getting some more stuff of some kind to fill up the box I have. I'll give you a buzz when it's ready to roll.
Dad had better start using that "Y" membership. If he's waiting for me, I'm afraid I'll be a little late. He had better take advantage of my absence to get in shape gradually. It hurts less that way.
Sometimes I almost think my packages were among that ten percent lost due to enemy action. Either that or they are ashamed to be sending Christmas packages so late, and are keeping them.
You know what! I got a letter from Emily Register yesterday. It was quite a surprise, right out of a clear sky. I'll have to answer right away so to you I'll bid goodnight.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

All Is Well - Feb 4, 1945

Feb 4, 1945

Dear Mother,

How-de-do and how are you? A couple of short lines to let you know that all's well.
I sent some more money home yesterday. Don't know how long it will be before you get it. At least you know it's coming. It'll be for about forty-five bucks more or less.
So far no more of your packages have caught up with me. I'll let you know when they do.
I have a hundred franc note from Belgium. You can add it to your collection of souvenirs. In case I haven't told you the exchange rate on Belgium francs - it's about two and a quarter cents per franc. A little more than the French franc is worth.
You gotta go you gotta go. So loads and loads of Love

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

How About A Snow Ball Fight - Jan. 30, 1945

Jan. 30, 1945

Dear Mother,

How you'all this fine day? Come over and we can have a nice snow ball fight. You and I will gang up on Dad. Wee! If Puggie's not busy she might join us. And of course we could let Dad have Stubby for support - That should make things fairly even.
That sounds like good news on the place. It won't be long now until "Paid in full", can be written across that contract. That day will call for a big celebration - don't you agree?
You should see our truck when we make a move. Stoves stick out all over the truck. We have found out that you must come prepared - or else freeze. Sometimes we are lucky and take over places with heat furnished, but usually we furnish our own.
I have some cards to acknowledge, so this is where that eventful little word appears - the END.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Happy Birthday Mother - Jan 25, 1945

Jan 25, 1945

Dear Mother,

A Happy Birthday to you this fine January day. And may you have many more happy ones. How many candles are you putting on the cake this year? The right amount or the usual twenty-five? By the way I have one lit over here you can blow out while you're puffing.
Thank you for the box of bolts. (That's what it said on the end of the box). They were good eating despite that. When you stop to think of it - it's surprising the things I've eaten sense being in the army.
Oh yes! I have a little something to send you one of these days soon. I picked up part of a red parachute the other day. After it dries out I'll rip the seams out and send you several of the strips of goods. I think it's nylon - don't quote me but that's my opinion. I'll let you know when I get it on the way. Maybe you can make blouses, skirts or something in your spare moments.
Once again I bid you Happy Birthday with all my Love.
Now good night, maybe we'll meet in dream land.
So till then Love

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Cold Winter Nights - Jan 18, 1945

Jan 18, 1945

Dear Mother,

Time really flies, strange as it may seem. I no more start looking for a month to begin - than bang - it's gone. Not keeping track of the days has something to do with it. There are days on end when I couldn't even tell you the date or day of the week.
Is every one working at the same old jobs? Come to think of it I seem to be in a rut also. And on the other hand when I see boys sleeping out in snowy fox holes I'm glad I'm in that rut.
I took a few minutes the other morning for a try at a rabbit running around here loose. He's an elusive young fellow. I only got one shot at him before he disappeared in the woods. Better luck next time - I hope.
There is a woman that serves hot milk to me every night at bedtime. Believe me it hits the spot on these cold winter nights. I'm getting all kinds of bad habits. Don't you think.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Have You Ever Tasted Blood Sausage? - Jan. 15, 1945

Jan 15, 1945

Dear Mother,

Did you ever taste Blood sausage? I ate some the day for the first time. I liked it better than I expected to. The first time I heard of the stuff was back in France a ways. I found out you can't always tell the best things by their looks.
I'm glad to hear everybody was able to get down for Christmas. You must have had quite a house full - What did you do - stack them up like cord wood? Maybe next time. --- ---- ----
You must have heard from all the people we used to know. The Roberson's, Miss Sparks, the Albert's, Ola, and all the rest. It's nice hearing of them again.
Maybe I shouldn't bring this up, but you're going to have a birthday soon now. I'll have Dad give you a spanking for me by proxy - Yes.
That's all for now. Oceans of Love on your Birthday.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

In Belgium - Jan, 1945

Jan. 1945

Dear Mother,

There are times when I wish I had a camera again. I have, in my travels passed through some beautiful country. One place was just like a picture on a Christmas card. A road leading through a woods, unbroken snow on the ground and the limbs of the trees white with snow and ice. It's something not seen in the States very often because the snows come and go too fast. Over here the temperature is more or less stable all winter long.
Thank you for the nice Christmas card.
After careful study I have come to the conclusion that I like the people of Belgium better than those of any other country I have been in sense leaving the States. The people don't seem to be able to do enough for you. They ask nothing in return, only that they be allowed to do everything possible, most of the places we have been will give you most anything but they expect plenty in return.
One family in Belgium invited four of us fellows to eat all our meals at their home. We compromised by eating suppers there. It was surprising what that woman could do with the limited things she had.
There are some things that never will be forgotten and these peoples generosity heads the list.
All My Love


Monday, December 14, 2009

The Mail Finally Found Me - Jan 4, 1945

Jan 4, 1945

Dear Mother,
They finally found out where I live now days. Yesterdays haul of mail netted about twenty letters for yours truly. I had begun to think someone was dead lettering my mail.
The letter with Dave's address isn't in this lot - maybe next time.
One of the letters had a drawing of a cabin. I looked it over and rather liked it's looks. Especially those built in bunks. It would be just the thing for parties of various sizes.
It's just as well that deal for the poster board fell through. It will be some time before we can get around to thinking of investments like that.
With a mile of shore line - that looks like our best bet. Especially with everyone wanting vacations - Yes.
Every time I think I have caught up on my work - Boom in comes a bunch more - it's a hard life.
Lots of Love from Me to You all


Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Another Year Almost Gone - Dec 26, 1944

Dec 26, 1944

Dear Mother,

Another year almost gone - it hardly seems possible.
Christmas was a nice day - real cold with sunshine. We had a big turkey dinner - without much of the trimmings. We topped this off with a keg of beer. All in all it was about as good a day as could be expected - for not being home.
Also your package containing cookies and candy arrived just before Christmas. I don't believe it could have gotten here at a better time.
Vanita said she sent some packages, but she sent them all to the replacement depot - so it's hard to say just when they will catch up - if ever.
Hows the colds making out this winter? You got a colt in your nose? I hope all of you get by without too many colds. We live outside so much I never know whether I have a cold or if my nose just runs to keep warm.
It's time to say - bye now.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Radio Programs - Dec 20, 1944

Dec 20, 1944

Dear Mother,

Well! Well! December mail is arriving at last.
That must have been some snow you ran into while in Springfield. That's about the biggest snow they have had in a long time.
I can just see Dad on the business end of that shovel. With a "Yo heave ho" - Bend that back - Toss that snow. -Yes indeed, every little bit helps.
I didn't know Jack Gody very well. But I did know they had a place out of town a ways.
Did you find out what Grandad wanted you to come down for. Or did the storm take up too much of your time?
We hear the same persons over the radio that you do - mostly. Bob Hope, Jack Benny, Amos & Andy, Diana Shore, and others. The only difference is that they are transcribed programs we hear or on rare occasions a good program comes over short wave from the U.S. Of course on numerous occasions we have to be content with British programs.
Good night for now. My love to all the inhabitants of the Register residence.


Sunday, December 6, 2009

48 Hours In Paris - Dec 15, 1944

Dec 15, 1944

Dear Mother,

I can just see you fixing up things for Christmas. Who is going to be there this year, all the old crowd? Wish I could be one of them - Yes indeed.
I know what they mean when they say - "How do you expect to keep them down on the farm after they see Parie." I spent forty-eight hours there - and just between you and me they were right. A description of Paris is beyond my ability. In some ways it's like New York but mostly it's just Paris. In forty-eight hours you can do one of three things - Go shopping - Go sightseeing - or Visit the bars. We got there too late in the evening to go shopping or sightseeing.
In between bars we managed to see a number of famous places. Most of them within walking distance of our hotel. Maybe someday when this is all over we can all come over and see Parie together.
I got a letter from Grandad the other day. Am glad to hear he is not staying in the home place alone anymore. Maybe it'll keep him from thinking too much about his health.

I'll bid you all goodnight for now.


Friday, December 4, 2009

I Got A Stack Of Mail - Dec 4, 1944

Dec. 4, 1944

Dear Mother,

I got what you might call an assorted stack of mail. Letters dating anywhere from July to November. I'm not going to try to answer them as individuals.
Probably if I answered a question you asked in July you would wonder what in the h--- I was talking about - Unless you keep carbon copies of your letters - do you?
The two pictures of the place, showing the cliff you tried to climb around, was included in said batch of mail. From your description and pictures I don't think there is a doubt about where I'd like to be - Now and ever after.
I would like to have seen Dad in that gay and loud shirt of his. I can just picture why Stubby got all hot and bothered when he showed up with it on. Next time he should wear the overalls also - if they come in sizes that big around.
You wanted to know if your packages sent to the old address ever caught up. I tried to acknowledge them as they came but might have slipped up a time or two. To date I have received all you mentioned I believe. Thanks for each and every one.
Sometimes this mud she makes me mad. I was driving the jeep down the road when - zoom a truck barrels past. I had to spend the next five miles spitting mud. Now then I have to do a little equipment cleaning - so.
Bye till I get to the bottom of this dirty business.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Request In Here - Dec. 1, 1944

Dec 1, 1944

Dear Mother,
I don't know if you are getting absent minded or maybe it was an accident. I just received your air-mail letter of Oct twenty-eight. And it didn't have a stamp or any sign that a stamp had ever been present. - The envelope was cancelled and nothing said so guess nobody worried about it.
Eula's family sure likes to get married. Bob surprised me - getting married to an English gal. I wonder what ever happened to Jim. I don't recall hearing anything about him for a long time.

If you ever get any good reading material - Either fiction or technical books - send them this way will you? Reading material is powerful scarce except for French books, and they are like so much Greek.
Don't have much time for reading unless we're on the move. Then reading helps pass the time.

The time is coming nigh when I must say goodnight - so

Friday, November 27, 2009

What Are You Doing For Thanksgiving? - Nov 21, 1944

Nov. 21, 1944

Dear Mother,

I got quite a surprise when you wrote about Junior getting married. It looks like all the boys are getting caught powerful fast. Was the girl anyone I know? I don't think so, but it's a small world.
Speaking of hot letters. One of the boys really had one the other night. It was so hot it nearly burnt the truck up. With the help of a few buckets of water we managed to quench the fire. But another letter had to be composed.
Does anyone work Thanksgiving or is it going to be a holiday? I read in the paper the menu we are supposed to have. Just between you and me it's going to be interesting seeing them put out a feed like that here on field ranges. Maybe they can do it - I'm willing to be convinced.
Until I write again - all my Love

Thursday, November 26, 2009

We Made A Heater - Nov 8, 1944

Nov. 8 1944

Dear Mother,

How is everyone making out? I saw in the paper that temperatures hit eighty in St. Louis the other day. So reckon sweating out the season was experienced by everyone.
You can read in the paper what kind of weather we are having. What I could add about it would not add to your knowledge. But just foul up the air more.
The section I'm in is really looking out for our own interest. We made an oil burner to heat our room - feels good too. But not being contents with warmth alone, we must have contentment so we all chipped in and purchased a radio. The radio cost us fourteen bucks a piece or on hundred and twenty all together. As long as we have to stay over here we might just as well make things as livable as possible.
I'm always thinking of you and all the rest at home, bye with all my

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

A Note From France - Nov. 1, 1944

Nov. 1, 1944

Dear Mother,

Mail from the past three months is finally catching up. - A little at a time. Now then I have an idea what goes on back yonder. It helps a lot when writing.
I also received a package of writing paper - with razor blades included. It was very timely thank you.
I am sending, under separate cover, a little something from France. I couldn't find anything for Dad, so I hope he doesn't feel slighted. I keep on the look out and maybe I can pick up a pair of Jerry binoculars for him.
There is also en route to St. Louis by way of the government three thousand eight hundred francs. Or in plain English seventy-six bucks. It should get there someday---.
That's all the dirt I can dig up for now - bye-

Monday, November 23, 2009

What's This I Hear - Oct 25, 1944

Oct 25, 1944

Dear Mother,

Things are getting straightened out at long last. I am starting to get mail at the new address, in about ten days too.
Whats this I gather from your letter? You intend to build a small house on the place next spring and move out there. Sounds like a good idea to me. Have you made any definite plans yet, or are they all in the embryo stages yet? Keep me posted and up to date on any new developments.
What about Dads job? Will being out of town bother him very much? I hope not.
I met a fellow over here that went to Lamphier when I did. I met him once before at Fort Knox O.C.S. - He is Second Lt. Foster. - I doubt if Puggie knows him, although she might. He is the first one from the old home town I have run across over here.
Thank you for the Birthday card. It with a couple more back letters caught up the other day. There should be more of it coming soon - I hope.
If you go riding in one of those gliders you had better contact a soldier first. The steel helmet they have is just the thing for emergency use.
With that piece of advice I should bid you good-night for now - with love


Sunday, November 22, 2009

Not Much New - Oct. 16, 1944

Oct. 16, 1944

Dear Mother,
I thought I was going to write a letter when I sat down here. But now there doesn't seem to be anything to write about. Everything is quiet around, no excitement what so ever.
Did Puggie ever take her vacation? The last letter I got said she was thinking about it. I want to hear all the inside dope on said vacation, or maybe one of the letters I haven't received yet has the lowdown incorporated within.
I understand that a lot of people back home are worried about soldiers being kissed by French maidens. Maybe I get into the wrong towns, but most of them I have encountered seamed to be satisfied just shaking hands. The only time I got kissed on both cheeks in the proverbial French manner was by a French MAN - and he was three sheets to the wind. I was trying to get that way but the bottle went dry too soon.
Did the world series turn out to everyones satisfaction? How many games did Dad get to see? I would like to have seen this years world series. - OK well maybe next time.
More fun than a barrel of monkeys. Before me sits one fellow blowing his top over one of his girlfriends. It seems she is working at an army camp - and he thinks he know all about soldiers. Maybe he's got something.
Also another young gentleman is trying to do a little sewing. I hate to laugh but he has the darndest time keeping his finger and the needle from meeting. And it's always the point he gets.

Well time marches on. - So must I.


Friday, November 20, 2009

Oct. 10, 1944

Dear Mother,

How is everyone doing? I'm still getting along O.K. - Wonder of wonders.
If I put a bit of swig and sway in this letter you will have to forgive me. - The boys in the room here are playing a Victrola. I don't know where it came from, but it's here.
Have you been down to the place lately?
It should be nice with the fall colors across the valley. Things over here are as green as usual. I don't know about fall frosts - Maybe there won't be any - I hope.
Man oh man! some of the things I think of to write. The only trouble being, the fact that someone else has ideas about what I can write. Yes sir life is tough in the E.L.O.
Hay! this is the last page in my tablet - so I have to say good night until I get more.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

From Your Wandering Boy - Sept. 30, 1944

Sept. 30, 1944

Dear Mother,

Maybe I should take a few minutes and give you news of your wandering boy.
At the present writing he is doing fine - all things considered. Under different circumstances France would be an enjoyable place to visit.
I've made a few tours through some of the towns, and had a pretty good time. As yet there isn't much entertainment after dark but during the day it's fun trying to talk to some of these Frenchmen. Every once in a while one comes along that speaks English - that's much better.
They have finally quit bouncing me around. I have a unit once again. Maybe now I can get some of those letters you have been writing. The address is similar to my first two - so it shouldn't be too hard to remember. In case you couldn't read the one on the envelope here tis again --

Co. A - 128 Ord. - Maint. BN.
A.P.O. 256 - % Postmaster
New York, N.Y

Love to all the family from


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Bing Crosby Sings To Us Again - Sept 16, 1944

Sept 16, 1944

Dear Mother,

Maybe they will let me light long enough to say hello. they keep us pretty busy now days, if it isn't working it's moving. Someday they may let us alone long enough to to get our breath.
I haven't decided whether Bing Crosby is following me or if I am following him. He gave us another show yesterday. He didn't know that part of us had seen his show at the last camp. It was worth seeing and hearing again, I think.
If you see scratches on this letter you'll know its just me scratching these little bugs. I have been sleeping in a French barn and between you and me it's hard to tell just what there is to pick up. Of course if there is a good hay loft handy it's as good as a feather bed and the comforts over balance the discomforts.
I'll run along now and let you get back to your house work - until later - Love and lots of luck.


Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Sharing My Bed With A Bee - Sept. 4, 1944

Sept. 4, 1944

Dear Mother,

How are all the Register's, both big and little? All on this side of the world are getting along fine under the circumstances.
The French claim the rainy season is due to start next month. If this is their dry season I think I'll trade my pup tent for a houseboat when the rainy season gets here.
I'm about to get mad at some bees I know. I was just about to get a couple hours extra sleep this morning. By chance I rolled right on top of a bee using my pillow for a bed. That bee won't bother any more people, but that satisfaction didn't help my neck much.
Letter writing is something of a job around here. I write a few lines and stop and do something else. I'm going to bring this one to a close for now.
Until later all my love to all at home


Monday, November 16, 2009

A New Place to Call Home - Sept 8, 1944

Sept. 8, 1944

Dear Mother,
I'm about to get thawed out again after a nice soaking the other day. There are several ways of getting a bath and that is one of the worst.
Had quite a celebration on my birthday this year. Bing Crosby and his troupe put on a show. They probably didn't know it was my birthday but they put on a good show anyway.
What's new on the home front? I suppose everyone is still working per usual. How is Stubby making out? Still as badly spoilt as ever - no?
I'm getting into high society now. The front yard of one of these famous Chateaus is now my home. - Home being wherever I pitch my pup tent. - To get back to the Chateau, it's really a nice place just like some big country estate around St. Louis. The house looks to have about thirty rooms or so. Also a nice river runs right by the front door and forms a small lake there. Very nice indeed.
Keep out of mischief while I can't watch you. Until later


Sunday, November 15, 2009

Called On The Count Of Darkness - Aug 29, 1944

Aug 29, 1944

Dear Mother,
I have a few seconds before dark. In that few seconds I'll try and convey to you the impression that all is well with your only wandering boy.
I gather from the way night creeps up that summer is nearly over. Soon our time for writing and reading will be limited to a few minutes before chow.
What's all this I keep hearing about certain people getting like butterballs? I don't want to mention any names, but you are right on that first guess as to whom I am referring to.
Doggone I can't seem to find anyone around that I use to know. All the soldiers that pass through this place and not one from Springfield or Pittsburgh. I'll never give up I'll keep on looking.
It has reached the point where I have to stop - called because of darkness.


Friday, November 13, 2009

Chased By Mail - Aug. 23, 1944

Aug 23, 1944

Dear Mother,

Just received your letter of June seventh. I think the letter got waylaid someplace is the reason it took so long.
Thanks for the piece about the Ninth. I didn't know the fellow that did the walking. But that's the first news I've had from the old outfit for quite some time.
They have finally given us permission to use the address here at this replacement Depot. Had we started using it sooner we would be getting our mail in about ten to fifteen days. Instead the mail chases all over England and ends up by taking thirty to sixty days.
Now that I have a new address I will probably move on to another outfit. That's the way things happen.
That's about all that's new right now. Til later -
Love from me to you


Thursday, November 12, 2009

The French Wear Wooden Shoes Too - Aug. 19, 1944

Aug 19, 1944

Dear Mother,

Clop! Clop! Clop! go the wooden shoes. I always thought the Dutch were the ones that wore the wooden shoes. The French around here wear the wooden gun boats. If you ask me they look awful uncomfortable. I haven't discovered if it's because of the war or whether it's standard wearing apparel.
Now then I have to remember my bed. My bed partner moved out on me. The only good thing about it is the fact that I have his straw along with mine for a mattress. On this bumpy ground something has to be used - or else My Aching Back!
Have they made a decision on moving the plant out from under Dad yet? I hope they don't move.
Thanks for the carmels. They were greatly appreciated by all. I can't tell you the date it was sent. The post mark didn't take very good.
Work duth stare me in the face - so I must close this word by visit until another day.


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A Wittle Wabbat - Aug. 15, 1944

Aug. 15, 1944

Dear Mother,

I almost didn't get this letter written. A little character interrupted just as I started writing. We have a Wittle Wabbit here that decided my tent would make a good home. As long as he doesn't eat my hay mattress I shall not care.
I can just guess how Dad feels about the government and their love for changes and moves. He does seem to hit places about that time too. He has the right idea about not leaving St. Louis.
So you found Blackberries way back in June. They are just getting ripe over here. I found a few ripe ones yesterday. Most of them are pretty small - no real big ones like we found in Kansas.
I would like to have seen the Old Man sitting in the middle of the suit case with a mattress on top of him. I'll bet Grandma liked having her hat squashed with all that beef.
I just received your letter of July 3. The description of a night in the Ozarks is very good and just about hits it on the head. It's about the best description I have ever read.
Did Floyd get deferred or does he miss the age limit for the draft now. There for a while he was expecting to be called. I was wondering what happened if anything.

Love to all the family.


Monday, November 9, 2009

V - MAIL - Aug. 5, 1944

Aug. 5, 1944

Dear Mother,

How are things back home? Have you been down to the place lately - or has Dad been too busy at his new job? I say new job, probably Dad feels like an old hand at it by now.
Not much new with me as yet. Still doing the same old thing without much possibility of any change in the near future.
Best wishes to everybody and Love to you -

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Thanks For The Letters - July 28, 1944

July 28, 1944

Dear Mother,

I received your letter of May 27 today along with about five others of a little later date.
Thanks for the pictures. I liked that one of you - all dressed up in your uniform and no place to go. A little bit more and Dad would have gotten in that picture with Rosalyn. I hate to mention this in public - but Dad and "you" both are getting a bit on the stout side don't you think. It might be better if you left a few of those sodas for me instead of making a pig of yourself.
If Dad does very much riding in jeeps I don't think he will have much to worry about reducing. Especially if the driving is done by G.I.'s on cross country runs.
I sent sixty-seven dollars home by way of government check a couple days ago. That should make a tidy little sum for us to start out on.
Your cruel to me. Talking about sodas and ice cream. They don't seem to know what ice cream is over here. As a matter of fact there is nothing for the peoples enjoyment over here.
Thanks for thinking about my birthday. To be truthful I can't think of anything I really need. There is no sense asking for something I don't need - Everything I own has to be carried on my back so all excess stuff is out. Now a good quart of scotch would be nice but presents like that are frowned upon for some reason or other. Candy is the only thing that is missing to any great extent - but mail takes so long that most candy isn't fit to eat. Take the car and go out to some nice cool place for dinner on me - and make believe I'm there with you. Dad can even eat a double share for me.

That's all for now.
Loads of Love


Thursday, November 5, 2009

I'll Bet It's Warm There - July 22, 1944

July 22, 1944

Dear Mother,

I suppose you are trying to find a cool spot about now - and maybe a nice cold drink - I'll take some of the same.
What does Dad think of the baseball situation? the question is - Can the Brownies hold on to their lead? I guess all St. Louis is asking that question. It'll be some fun if the two St. Louis clubs fight out the world series - Wow! That would be plain dynamite.
I'm enclosing some money you can look at. The fifty francs is French of course. A Franc is worth about two cents at the present.
The other cigar coupon is an English Pound note. It's worth about four dollars in good old greenbacks. I've got money of all kinds, or maybe I should say all kinds of money, and no place to spend it. So I'll be sending some home in a few days.
Did I tell you that we have advanced a step in our return to civilization. We no longer fix our own meals. We have a kitchen set up much like garrison days. There is a little more variety in our meals now.
All of this talk about food brings to mind that I am getting hungry. That combined with the fact that it is now chow time - leads me to the conclusion that this letter will have to be drawn to a close.
I hate to say Good Night so soon - but I must until later.


Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Wish I Took French - July 16, 1944

July 16, 1944

Dear Mother,

Once again I set me down to write you a letter. Maybe I should write to Vanita also. She will be getting peeved if I don't write soon.
There are times when I am sorry I didn't take up French in high school. It's tough when you aren't sure whether you are being cursed or being invited to take a drink. - Not that I would take a drink mind you - OH YEAH
I'm picking up a few French phrases here and there. Such as "Je voudrais manger." When you stop to think of it I always wanted to do some thing like that.
Did anything ever come of that Popular Bluff deal on those signs? Does there seem to be much advertising going back on the roads yet or are the boards as bare as ever?
Hay get out of here! - No not you Mother I'm talking to this d---m calf. It can't seem to find any place to eat except around my tent. If he's not careful he'll end up as nice veal cutlets.
Bonne nuit
and love too all.

Monday, November 2, 2009

That Was Some Cider - July 8, 1944

July 8, 1944

Dear Mother,

Did you get to visit the place over the fourth or did everyone work as usual? Come to think of it Vanita and Al should have been down over the fourth.
Things are pretty quiet here. The best part of our area is a small stream of water - In the afternoon both banks are lined with G.I.'s bathing or washing clothes. The water is cold as the devil but it feels good after the first plunge.
I just found out that some details aren't as bad as they look to be. Five of us got on one the other day that had some good points. In the first place we worked near a farm house. In the second place the farmer had a lot of cider - and in the third place we had a five gallon water can that happened to be empty. Add them all together and you get the same answer that we did. I don't know what they put in that cider but we accomplished more work than any two crews of men that day.
Be good until you hear from me again - till then.


Thursday, October 15, 2009

Happy Birthday Dad - July 4, 1944

July 4, 1944

Dear Dad,
Happy Birthday Dad and lots of Good Luck. Did you celebrate in style today?
How is the new job going? It sounded like a good deal from your letter. Hope you like the work and that prospective raise sounded good - if it materializes.
I had the coldest bath the other day that I have had sense our trip to Colorado. We went swimming in one of these French streams and it felt just like ice water. Every time I think of it I shiver.
Well somebody cut this letter short. I have to go on detail so call it quits for now

Lots of Luck


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Somewhere in France - June 24, 1944

June 24, 1944
Somewhere in France

Dear Mother,
Just a couple of lines to let you know that all is well.
I don't know how good the mail service is from here - but I do know that our censorship is a real problem for our bunch. We are short officers to censor mail so each man must hold his outgoing mail to a minimum until things clear up.
Because I can't write as often as would like - don't let that hold up your letters. I am always glad to get mail.
How is the old man making out after his bout with the college? Does he feel any better educated now than he did before? You want to watch that he doesn't start getting ideas about dressing for dinner and such.
Is Puggie still working as hard as ever? If she runs out of work she can come over here and do my cooking for me. By the time I get a meal cooked it's time to start work again and I have to eat in a hurry.
It won't be long now. Until later, Love to all including Stubby,


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Color Photos - June 14, 1944

June 14, 1944

Dear Mother,
The four color pictures arrived safe and sound. They are really nice. I like the picture taken from the hill looking down on the Black River. It's strange how much life color can give to a photo. If the "Sky Ranch" looks as nice in reality as it does in these pictures, then we have a real find.
That picture of Puggie--------! I could make some comment but the boys here expressed everything much better with a low whistle, than I could with a page full of words.
Today should be payday, I hope, although all I'll do is turn right around and send the money on to you. I sent a fifty dollar money order a couple of days ago that you should have by now. I don't know how much the next one will be until after they pay off.
Well just took time off to get paid. That about puts me square with the government for a while. I turned right around and sent the money on to you by government cable. You should get the money before you get this letter. If not the amounts one hundred and thirty one dollars. Just a nice addition to our nest egg.
And then there was the young lady - "She laughed when the P.F.C. sat down,
But when he started to play ------!

I'll be seeing you soon, until later


Monday, October 12, 2009

I Received Your Letters - June 11, 1944

June 11, 1944

Dear Mother,

I just received a couple letters from you - one May 16 and the other May 20. I guess this invasion has made the mail slower than usual.
That picnic you had the last of Dad's vacation sounded real interesting. I would like to have been there. "Cake" it sounds like a word out of the past. It's nice to think of cake made out of real flour again. I'm going to have to stop this dreaming - all it does is give me an appetite.
Grandma must be enjoying her stay in St. Louis. Does the change seem to be doing her any good? Tell her hello for me will you.
You tell that little sister of mine that she should spend some time writing letters instead of draped on the bed reading a book.
I'm enclosing another money order, this one for fifty. I never have time to spend any money so it might just as well be earning interest at home - or buying something we need for the place.
Say as long as you are washing Dad's shirts you might just as well do mine. I don't seem to able to find time myself.
Give my love to Dad, Puggie, Grandma, Stubby, and everybody else.



Sunday, September 27, 2009

Rival For The Coffee Pot - June 5, 1944

June 5m 1944

Dear Mother,

Don't tell me you are still having snow and freezes. That doesn't sound like spring weather to me.
How does the "old man" like his new job? It sounds alright to me if he doesn't have to be on the road a lot. Don't let him put on airs now just because he went to college. Has he started selling magazines to work his way through college yet?
What's the news from the posters down south? It it's not favorable the best thing to do is as you suggested-forget about the posters for the time being. You and Dad use your own judgement.
It sounds like your going to have a rival for the coffee pot when I get back. The army is teaching me to drink the stuff. You have to drink something and coffee is used chiefly. Some times I almost think I'll get to like the stuff.
That's all the news for now- More later.
Love to all of you.


Friday, September 25, 2009

On Guard Duty - May 31, 1944

May 31,1944

Dear mother,
Is Grandmother still with you? If so how is she feeling? Much better I hope.
I suppose you're having some of this warm weather also. It's even too hot to enjoy going to town. I went in last Sunday and nearly died of thirst. Here you can't go to the corner drug store or a nice cool air conditioned bar for a tall refreshing drink. Right now I could go for a nice thick milk shake - Ahhhhhhh.
The package with the little deck of cards arrived yesterday. I have been making good use of the cards while on guard today. They are easy to carry and real handy to have.
It doesn't look like I'll have a chance to pick up anything for Puggie's birthday. Do you think you could find something for her? It seems sort of early to think of her birthday but time seems to fly and mail is so slow. What ever you find you can do will be OK with me.
It's almost time for my guard shift to be relieved - so I'll have to say good-bye now until another day.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Finally Got Your Letter - May 23, 1944

May 23, 1944

Dear Mother,
Your letter from Piedmont got to me at long last. Some of the mail is coming thru pretty good but every once in a while I get a letter from the old address. Usually these letters are about a month and a half late. They make good reading under any circumstances.
It's a good thing the Sky Ranch is located on high ground, or you would have to paddle your own canoe in all that high water. It shouldn't take long for the dam to fill up the way water comes down that river.
I'm glad Dad has decided not to take that overseas job. It didn't sound so good from what you wrote. You keep him home so he can help you with the place.
Main St., Piedmont, MO. Those American cars sure look good after seeing these Limey cars. Just between you and me these cars look like a cross between an Austin and a Peakiness.
I've got to head for chow now. If chow is missed here it's bad that's all. Restaurants are conspicuous by their absents.
Love to all the gang.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Thanks For The Pictures-May 16, 1944

May 16, 1944

Dear Mother,

Your pictures of the place caught up with me today. From the looks of that view from the hilltop, the name fits to a "T". I have the picture of the spot where the house is to be located. I like the looks of the large trees in front. By the way what the devil is that hanging on the small tree in this picture. It's got me bothered.
Where was Stubby on that trip? I don't see him in any of the pictures. That's unusual unless he stayed at home. That don't sound right either.
St. Louis must be pretty wet from the looks of third street. The water didn't get any ways near you did it? It doesn't know weather to rain or shine over here. This country would run a weather man batty.
You better tell Dad to do something with that misplaced chest of his. If he's not careful he'll get to looking like a first Sargent. And that ain't good!
Your rose received and delicate aroma noted. I was just wonder where the red roses came from if Dad gave you snapdragons and carnations.
I don't think much of those over seas jobs you wrote about. This stuff of seeing the world isn't what it's cracked up to be. Just between you and me there isn't a thing to see over here that you can't see in the good old U.S. Besides somebody should be on the spot when this is all over to start putting our plans into action. I'm hoping Dad can get what he wants around St. Louis.
Love from me to all the family.


Thursday, September 17, 2009

After Leaving The Hospital - May 11, 1944

May 11, 1944

Dear Mother,

That little poem of the Ozarks is pretty good. Sounds like our place being described.
Dogonit you're getting my curiosity aroused. I can't hardly wait to see what the place actually looks like. Maybe I'm getting spring fever of something. It's nice enough here right now to get spring fever.
Boy oh boy if my mail ever catches up it will be a wonder. I have been moving from one replacement depot to another sense leaving the hospital. It shouldn't be long before I have a permanent address again. But until I do just keep writing to the 32nd General Hospital. Mail can be forwarded easier from there than it could if I gave you all the different A.P.O. numbers I'll likely have before being assigned permanent.
How did the job at the Ord. depot work out? Sounds like a good deal to me.
Thanks for the card of the twenty-second.
By the time you and Dad get through you will know more about building a house than I do. I hope you have some good plans thought up both for our home and the cottages.
It's time for retreat once again. Thinking of you with love.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The Money Orders April 25, 1944

April 25,1944

Dear Dad,
I sure am glad the money orders got there in such a hurry. Saving money over here has been easy. Drinking a few beers at a pub is about the only thing there is to do over here. I don't care much for the British beer so once or twice a week is all I care about going to town.
Now that you've gotten a good look at the place, what do you think of it? Does it come up to all expectations? I hope so.
Mother said you might take another job with the government. It would be nice if you did.
Until later good luck

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Painting Signs - April 25, 1944

April 25, 194

Dear Mother,

I'm glad you got the money order all right. It was a surprise to hear they got there so fast.
It looks like I made a mistake when I told them I could draw. They are taking advantage of it. Today I painted two large signs for the Hospital. Tomorrow I have a master set of letters to draw for stencils. It gives me something to do and I can keep my hand in with the old drawing set.
I think you have something on that scrapbook. Those ideas will come in handy when we start building. If you run across any ideas of things to make out of plastics save them. Especially things from scrap sheet plastic. I think we will use plastic for some of our work. Maybe it will replace all of the metal we have been using.
How about "Signs of the Times" are they still publishing a magazine? If they are we should start getting copies again if you're not already.
I suppose you have been down to the place looking around. Does it still look as good as before? Maybe it looks better now especially with spring flowers out.
That's all for now Folks.

Love to everyone

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Rehabilitation - April 20, 1944

April 20, 1944

Dear Mother,

When mail comes it really comes. I just received a bunch of letters dating from March 20 to April 6. I almost missed supper I was so busy reading.
It's too bad that Dad is leaving the depot, but maybe it's for the best. At least the breathing spell will give you a good chance to look over the "Sky Ranch." Dad should be able to get something paying a little more than civil service was paying anyway.
Boy! Oh! Boy! you have sure had some sweet weather this spring. From your letters and what I have read in the papers some of the states are still having snow.
Every time I move my muscles complain for all their worth. I have been taking exercises and going on road marches. They call it rehabilitation, in short getting ready for duty. After two months of laying in a hospital those old arms and legs are really soft. If my calculations are correct I should get released some time next week. I hope.
How does the old buss wagon run now? That boy works cheap enough. I don't know just what he did but if he fixed half the things wrong it's very reasonable.
Thanks for the nail clippers. It sure came at a good time. My nails were at the point where they had to be cut or I would have been arrested for carrying dangerous weapons.
Razor blades are always appreciated. The P.X. rations us two blades a week. It gets pretty rough on the face towards the last of the week. I think I have the situation well in hand. By shaving every other day it's not too bad.
As much as I would like to keep rambling on, it just isn't to be. The nurse is on her way to turn off the lights.
Since all good things must end this is a good place to say,
Love to all

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Time Flies - April16, 1944

April 16, 1944

Dear Mother,

Time sure flies. Here it is the middle of April already. And I'm still resting.
I'm now officially transferred to the detachment of patients here at the 32nd. General Hospital. It wont be long now before I get back to regular duty now. I'm working at the recruiting office, making charts. It's a little like old times, drawing and painting.
It seems funny going to bed before dark. With the double summer time they have over here it doesn't get dark until around ten o'clock. Our bed time is about nine o'clock so it's pretty light when we hit the hay.
Until further notice write me at the hospital here.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Easter Sunday April 1944

Easter Sunday

Dear Mother,

What are you doing this Easter? I hope the sun is shining on you today. It's pretty damp over here today. I had hopes of taking a long walk in the sunshine today. The best laid plans of mice and men oft times go astray.
I'm glad to hear that you got the car fixed. You're going to take that trip to the Sky Ranch soon now if you want to beat the leaves. Do you think you will be able to get some pictures of the place? I would like to see some if films can be obtained.
I feel the same as you and Dad. We don't have to sell so until we need the money our best bet is to hang on to all the land. Dad must be painting quite a picture of the place to get everyone so hot to visit it or buy part of it. At least it shows that he is still a salesman.
So you're going to be a white collar worker for the Red Cross. (your not the only one who folds bandages. Every once in a while the Red Cross brings a lot of gauze into the ward and we spend the afternoon folding bandages.)
My transfer isn't official yet but my C.O. sent my clothes to me and my papers are in. So I'll be getting my mail at the 32nd General Hospital - A.P.O. 165, that is for a while at least. I hope to go back to the same outfit again when I get discharged - but who knows!
Well I think I'll go out and get a bit of air even if it is damp out. I want to get back before blackout, cause it's really black here during blackout. Until later lots of love.


Sunday, September 6, 2009

Still In the Hospital - April4, 1944

April 4, 1944

Dear Mother,

It should be pretty warm around St. Louis by now. It's not bad here. If the sun would come out it would be real nice.
Do you remember that I wrote and told Dad that I had a touch of pneumonia? Well they have never let me out of the hospital yet. It's been a little over two months now since I first came in. They are keeping me here because they are afraid that I will have another attach if I get out while it's so damp out.
That's enough for you to worry about for one day. So I'll bring this letter to a close, and amble down to see what gives at the show. I hope it's a good picture.
Love to all including Stubby.


This Crazy Mail April 1, 1944

April 1, 1944

Dear Mother,

This mail situation is a little mixed up. One day I get a letter written in March and the next day I get one written in February. It's good getting them no matter what order they come in.
I would like to have seen Richard. From what you wrote I guess nobody recognized him. It's been a few years since we swam together.
So Floyd and Eula have a girl. I wonder who she will look like. Black hair or blond that is the question.
I'm going to send some money orders home this coming week. Probably in Dad's name since he is out were he can cash them. Let me know if they arrive or not.
It's a nasty day out, drippy and slushy. It should be a good night to stay in and catch up on sleep.
Until next week so-long and love to all.


Friday, September 4, 2009

My Letters Must Be Hold Up - March 29, 1944

March 29, 1944

Dear Dad,

I'm sorry to hear that my letters aren't going through. I've been writing fairly regular, but evidently the letters have been hold up somewhere along the line. There is no reason to worry because letters are sometimes hold up for security reasons. Given time the mail goes through sooner or later.
I haven't been in a position to send any money home this past month. Maybe I will get a chance soon now. I hope so. That's a good idea getting lumber and have it seasoned. I hope it won't be long before we can start building.
How's things going at the depot? Let me give you a little friendly advise, Don't go giving dimes to everybody you hear ask for them! ha ha!
Strange as it may seem this month is almost gone - so is this page.
Until next month yours sincerely.


Monday, August 31, 2009

It Feels Like Spring March 28, 1944

March 28, 1944

Dear Mother,
I'll bet you're all glad to have your taxes out of the way at last.
Laugh at Rosalyn a couple of times for me. She's slipping, letting Dad get one over on her like that. Ask her if she goes around giving dimes to everyone.
I wonder if anyone has heard of Dave Yuroff lately. I wanted to visit him while I was in Louisiana, but fate decreed otherwise. If you hear anything about him, let me know.
Spring looks like it's here to stay. I hope. Sunday I sat out in the sun all day. It felt like home dozing with the sun shining and a breeze blowing.
This letter might seem awful short, but I want it to get out in the next mail. More soon.

Love to all

Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Sun Is Shining March 24, 1944

March 24, 1944

Dear Mother,

Thank you for the card. It was nice. I've been wondering if my letters are getting through to you. Most of them are regular letters, so there's no record of them. Some of your letters don't sound as though you were getting my letters. I hope I'm wrong.
The name of the place sounds pretty good to me. If the place is as good as it's name it's going to be OK. You have a good idea for a book to keep to keep the names of prospective visitors to the Sky Ranch in. Some of those names might also be on our mailing list for the factory. I think we will have time for both, don't you?
The sun's shining and it feels like spring out. I think I'll get out and get a breath of fresh air, so till later.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Times A Wastin' - March 21, 1944

March 21, 1944

Dear Mother,

Maybe I'll be able to finish this letter. This will be the fourth one I've started. The other three didn't sound right.
I think I'll change dentist, this one has too good eyes. So far he has filled three teeth and he said there was at least four more. And I thought I had good teeth!
Rosalyn only bowled 92! I'm surprised. She should do better than that with all the practice she is getting. How about Dad, doesn't he do any bowling any more? If he doesn't get in some practice he won't even be good competition for me. Oh Yeah.
We get most of the good programs on the radio. The main difference is that most of the programs are recorded. The recordings are made four or five months before we hear them. We don't have to worry about commercial plugs in the middle of a program.
That sounds encouraging about the dam. With work that far advanced they are pretty sure to finish it out. I'd like to see that aerial photo. It should give a fair idea of what that lower 160 acres looks like. A lot of tramping could be saves if it's a good photo.
I've really got a racket now. All I do is wash a few dishes three times a day. It takes about an hour to wash the dishes and clean up then the rest of the time is free. I get a lot of rest with this job. It's getting a little monotonous now. I'm anxious to get back to the shops again.
Times a wastin, and there's work to do. I'll have to stop now. So till a later date.

Love to all

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Went To The Dentist Today - March 10, 1944

March 10, 1944

Dear Mother,

Did you know that time is flying by. March is here and going into yesterdays awful fast.
I took a trip to the dentist today. His drill wasn't working very well so he only filled one tooth. He has me down on his date book for another visit next Friday.
Did Dad get his teeth taken care of? If he hasn't see that he gets on the move. Tell him if I have to suffer I want someone else to suffer too. I feel mean today.
Are you doing anything this afternoon? Well that's swell, I've got a nice washing here I could use some help on.
I think Dad will be making a big mistake if he buys a cross cut saw. He'll have to take the seat off of his and work instead of riding. He's putting on too much weight for me to be pulling him any more.
How did the tax return come out this year? Puggie should have had a lot of fun with hers. This is her first isn't it? Everything has it's draw backs, even making money.
That wash is still waiting, so let's get busy.


Monday, August 10, 2009

Feeling Some Better - March 6, 1944

March 6, 1944

Dear Mother,
I'm sorry to hear about Lucy Shoup. She wasn't so old was she? It's been a long time since I last saw her but she seemed to be in good health.
Who gets Lucy's land? That was a pretty nice piece of land she had.
O these teeth I've got four with small cavities starting. I've had more trouble in the past three months than all the rest of the time in the army. I think it's something missing in the diet over here that makes teeth decay so fast. After getting these four filled that should fix me up for a while.
Thanks to somebody for the box of camels. They tasted good after this English candy.
Have you had a chance to get any work done on the car yet? I hope it's not in too bad shape. Although siting around the way the car has is harder on it than if it ran quite a bit.
This over here is a smokers paradise if he's in the armed forces. Cigarettes are sold for five cents a pack. That's quite a savings for some of the fellows.
Don't get lost when you look over the place. You might try your best to give me a word picture after you finish with your exploring.
I was doing pretty good on the 5th, 6th and 7th. A few days earlier I wasn't feeling too hot. I didn't get sick enough to vomit but I sure didn't feel like running any races.
I'll be seeing you.


Friday, August 7, 2009

Some Spare Time - Feb 20, 1944

Feb 20, 1944

Dear Mother,

I've got spare time for a change, so will try to answer these letters that came in the other day.
Did Dad get his raise? I sure hope so. Of course it also adds to the income tax. From what I hear that tax is going to give somebody a nice headache.
Do you mean to say you haven't had a cold this winter? That's a little different than usual. Usually you have a cold all winter. Keep up the good work. I'll knock on wood for you.
The watch arrived safe and sound the other day. It seems to run alright. It stopped a couple of times at first buts going right to town now. Thanks to all of you for a mighty fine present.
How did the car run? I suppose it still purrs right along. You never did say what the score was on tires. I didn't think they were in shape to go to Springfield and back.
Vanita's package finally arrived. It sure took it's time. I guess she's a little worried for fear something happened to the package. I'll have to write and let her know that all's well.
If you ever get a chance send me a finger nail clipper. I lost the one I had, and you can't buy them over here.
Don't freeze with all that snow and cold.


Tuesday, August 4, 2009

In the Hospital - Feb 18, 1944

Feb. 18, 1944

Hello Dad,

Thought I might write to you and find out how things are going.
Is there anything new on the place? You should be getting a check for twenty dollars a month from the government. That will take care of the payments on the place. I forgot who's name the allotment is in, but it doesn't make any difference.
What's the remaining balance? I forgot to keep track of the number of payments that have been made.
I had an idea the other day and thought you might see how it struck you. There should be quite a few billboards around St. Louis and Southeastern MO. that are empty. If a person could buy several of those boards in good shape, and just keep up the ground lease they might become pretty good assets in the next year. Of course they would have to be picked up dam cheap. I imagine that any being sold that way would be by small concerns pretty hard hit by the war.
I'll try and get a hundred dollars to you next month. If you and Mother like the above idea the money will be available. If you don't like the idea, well the money can be put in the bank or used as you see fit.
I've been in the hospital for a couple of weeks. I had a light case of pneumonia, not very bad. I'm on light duty for a while yet, and then back to the outfit.
After I get back, I'm going to make out a power of attorney to you. Then you can transact any business in my name if you care to.
Let me hear from you soon.


Monday, August 3, 2009

The Money In England - Feb 12 1944

Feb. 12, 1944

Dear Mother,

You probably think I'm awful forgetful not writing any oftener than I do. To tell you the truth sometimes you will receive several letters close together and then maybe none for a while. It simply mean that there are times when we are real busy and haven't much time for anything. Other times we have more time to ourselves, and use it accordingly.
Thanks for the box of chocolates. they did a lot of traveling but they sure tasted good. The little Bible was also appreciated.
I got a package from Grandmother and one from Floyd and Eula. The poor things were badly battered from all their travels, but still intact. Vanita's package hasn't gotten here yet, but it shouldn't be long now.
What's new on the place, anything? The grand total should be slowly creeping downward little by little. Have you had a chance to get down that way any more? It would sure be swell if they started work on that dam again. We would be sitting on the high pillar then.
I'm going to have to learn to use American money all over again by the time I leave the British Isles. Over here you always have a pocket full of change. They don't have any paper money less than ten shillings or approximately two dollars. Until you get used to the way they ask for money you might just as well not know the different denominations. They ask for two and six and you wonder weather their crazy or if it's you. but finally you learn that they want two shillings and six pence or about fifty cents. We find the easiest way to learn the money is to play poker with it. That will teach you after you short change yourself a few times.
That's all for now. Cheerio old top.


Sunday, August 2, 2009

A Short Note Jan 21, 1944

Jan 21, 1944

Dear Mother,

Have you finally gotten over your New Years eve party? I don't have to worry about such things over here. I haven't been able to drink enough beer in one evening to even get feeling good.

I think that tooth I had pulled left a little piece in there yet. There is a sharp point sticking up in the spot where the tooth was. Of course it doesn't interfere with my eating, that's the main thing.

Vanita's package hasn't caught up with me as yet. I'll let you know if and when the packages get here.

Tell Dad to get that tooth of his out or else.



Friday, July 31, 2009

In England Jan. 1944


Dear Mother,
Here I am in jolly old England. It looks a good deal as one would imagine. The thing that seems the strangest is the oldness of all buildings. So far I haven't seen any new buildings like you see in the States.
Some of the homes and villages are quite picturesque. They look like something from a story book. The straw thatched roofs with their gables and peaks. I'm sorry now I didn't bring a camera to take pictures of this country.
Our housing situation is much better than I expected. We have barracks belonging to one of the old Historical Regiments of England, from the age of the barracks they must be very historical. The beds we sleep on make me laugh every time I lay down. They are almost six feet long and have a straw tick for a mattress. Now I'll have a comeback if Dad ever starts talking about straw ticks.
I got your letter of Dec. twenty-seventh. Am glad to hear everyone had a good time. Linda Lee should be getting pretty husky by now. I would have like to have gotten something for the kids, but I've been moving so fast and so far that many things had to be foregone.
This letter will probably reach you about your birthday so I'm taking this oportunity to wish you a *HAPPY BIRTHDAY WITH LOVE*.
Tell Dad to take good care of that Christmas cheer. And don't do anything with it that I wouldn't.


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Christmas In New York 1943

Dec 25, 1943

Dear Mother,

Some of my mail finally started catching up with me. I received two letters from you and one from Vanita that were mailed around the first of the month. Each one of them had a half dozen addresses on it.
I also got your letter of the sixteenth. Thanks a lot for the watch. I spoke to the company commander about having it sent here. He said that you would have to take this letter and wrist watch to the post office before you could send it. The letter is to show that I requested the watch and that the request was granted by my company commander.

I don't know weather you got that package I sent from the last post or not. I have the shipping ticket with me if you need it let me know and I'll see about getting it through to you. Unless it is absolutely essential I don't think the censor would pass it because of the camp name on it.
We'll have no more of that peaking at presents before Christmas in the future, or else.
Vanita and Grandma's packages haven't been able to catch up as yet. If I stay here long enough maybe they'll find me here.
Send Granddad's house number so I can thank him for the card. His is about the only address I haven't got.
Christmas was pretty quiet around here. Mostly we sat around the barracks trying to see who could get closest to the stove. We had a nice turkey dinner with all the trimmings. It was a little surprising considering the number of men that are being feed at this one mess hall.
So long for now.


Monday, July 27, 2009

In New York - Dec 23, 1943

Dec. 23, 1943

Dear Mother,

How is every little thing at home now? I hope it's warmer there than it is here. It was about five below zero this morning and that's cold after being used to the kind of temperatures we had for the past few months. I don't care much for the south but at least it's better than this ice box here.
I suppose you have been wondering what has happened to me in the past few weeks. Sometimes I wonder myself, but things happen so fast they make your head swim. Just between you and me these New England states aren't all they're cracked up to be. I'll take the middle west anytime.
I saw a show last night that you should see if you get the chance. I don't remember the actors names but it's about a little girl and a news paper reporter. If you get a chance see "Lost Angel" you will enjoy it I'm sure.
Is Vanita and Al going to be down this Christmas? How about the rest of the gang, any of them coming down? If they come down serve them some apricot liquor for an appetizer. If you serve it to them I won't have to drink it when I come home. That's a ____ of a thing to wish on any one but someone has to drink it. I doubt if you have touched any since I got it. Have you?
You can write me at the following address now.
Co B - 126 Ord-Maint. Bn.
A.P.O. 254=% Postmaster
New York, N.Y.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Transfered To Texas - Dec. 10, 1943

Dec 10, 1943

Dear Mother,

Hey this must be catching. I just paid a visit to the dentist this morning. They said out it comes so out it came. You should have seen the roots on that tooth. I thought the Dr. was going to break my jaw with all his pulling and twisting. It's a good thing I had him give me another dose with that needle of his.
The complete side of my face feels funny as the devil now. It has pinpoints just like a foot that's been asleep.
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner but things just happened too fast. I got out of maneuvers anyway. They thought they had the last laugh when we went out to the field. Now they know better.
This time I am transferred to Texas. I am stationed at Camp Bowie in the center of Texas. The camp is about a hundred and twenty five miles from Fort Worth. Also about five miles from Brownwood. This seems like a fair camp although it rained practically every day since our arrival. I'm hoping for a change in the near future so I can get out and really see whats here.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot to mention it but I am no longer in the Ninth Armored Division. Nine of us from ordinance got transferred to the Fourth Armored Division here at Camp Bowie, Texas. I don't know yet how well I'm going to like it but there seems to be a swell bunch of fellows here.
I've got some old clothes and other odds and ends here that I'm sending home pretty soon. There just in the way and I never use any of the stuff. Some of it's pretty heavy such as the 37 mm shells I picked up. I'm getting awful tired of playing pack horse every time they decide to move me.

Don't worry if your job is small
And your rewards are few.
Remember that a mighty oak
Was once a nut like you.

Ya gota go ya gota go.


P.S. Don't try to remember all these addresses or you'll go batty for sure.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Slipped Back Into Camp - Dec 4, 1943

Dec. 4, 1943

Dear Mother,

I got a chance to slip back into camp for a few minutes today. So I thought a couple of lines home were in order before I go back out.
You should see us trying to work on instruments out in the field. About the time we get going good we have to move to another bivouac area. By the time all fox holes are dug and pup tents pitched we haven't much time left for working.
I managed to slip a package into the mail today so watch out for it. The only thing is that I forget to put "Do Not Open Until Christmas" on it, so I'm warning you now, Beware.
Oh yes, don't write or send anything until you hear from me again in about a week or two. We can't have anything on us to give the blue army a chance to identify our units. I'll let you know just as soon as I know the score.


Thursday, July 23, 2009

On Maneuvers After All - Nov. 30, 1943

Nov. 30, 1943

Dear Mother,

You can disregard that last letter, sense it was pure propaganda. The happenings of the past week have convinced me that I was over optimistic. Right now I am sitting out here in the beautiful south dam near freezing to death. Perhaps I should start a little further back and explain how I came to be sitting out here with the rest of the division on maneuvers.
The 612 Ordinance Battalion that we were attached to got orders to move. Their orders came so suddenly that there was no time to arrange for us school boys to be transferred to another outfit. Some of our Battalion came in and hauled us out to the field. You should have heard the ha! ha! they gave us when we appeared in the chow line.
If anyone ever tries to tell you it's hot in the south during the winter, hit them over the head for me. I was on guard the other night and I had on every thing I could find. Summer underwear, winter underwear, coveralls, field jacket, and overcoat and I was still cold.
Thanks for the book on architecture. The Sportsman model would best suit our needs. With the wheels on the back you could grab hold and haul it around to your hearts content.
How are all the teeth coming along? I hope Dad is feeling better or maybe he's feeling worse cause he's got some more coming out. You should have yours finished by now. How about Rosalyn has she finished also? At least I won't have to worry about getting home before all of you finish with the dentist.
Don't expect any Christmas present until about February. They pulled me out of camp before I could get around and there is absolutely nothing out here in these Louisiana swamps. I had a three day pass all planned for Christmas if I had stayed in camp as per the original set up.
Well it's getting kind of late and I'm just a little tired, so it's off to bed I'm going. Goodnight.


Monday, July 20, 2009

Not Going On Maneuvers - Nov. 23 1943

Nov. 23, 1943

Dear Mother,

We got settled in our new home yesterday. It seemed funny watching the company pull out and not going with them. Especially on maneuvers.
We are living in tents again similar to Camp Perry. These tent frames are just a little older, as a matter of fact they look like they need props to hold them up straight. The tent that we sleep in is more like a barracks than anything. It is three tents all fastened together so that eighteen of us sleep under one roof. It's not bad considering everything.
As you have probably surmised by now we are not going on maneuvers. Some of the fellows seemed to think we are lucky getting to stay in camp for the two months the division is in the field. What do you think?
It looks like we will get off for Thanksgiving, but it will be one day only so I won't be able to get up around your way. I guess I'll just stay in camp and eat turkey. Come on down and I'll save you a bite!
Did the hunting trip ever come off or was it called off? From what I've heard it's almost impossible to get shells for any civilian use at present. I got Dad a thirty-seven millimeter shell maybe he can get something with that. Do you recon?


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Still In School Here Nov 18, 1943

Nov 18, 1943

Dear Mother,

Has it warmed up any up there yet? It's been real nice down here so far. We had a few chilly nights but the sun warms things up in good shape during the day time.
Well I'm still going to school. Of course it isn't really a school it's a base repair shop where they make major repairs on instruments. They haven't decided yet weather to make this our last week over there, or weather to let us go another two months and miss maneuvers. We are hoping for the latter more or less cause it's going to be cold and wet sleeping out in this part of the country. It won't be bad for those with trucks to sleep in, but if I go I'm supposed to drive a jeep. With a jeep there is no place to sleep but on the ground.
Some of the fellows in the battalion went to New Orleans the 11th to drive vehicles in a parade there. They wouldn't let me go because of this school. The dirty dogs.
From the sound of things all we have to do is build a half dozen cabins along the edge of the lake at our place. From them we should be able to pay for the place in a short time. It's something to think about anyway.
I had something I was going to show you when I came home on furlough. But it is no more, I did away with it when they canceled my leave. Heh! Heh! you should have seen me with that beautiful cooky-duster. The other fellows were getting jealous so I shaved it off. If you could have seen it.


Thursday, July 9, 2009

Sending Money Order

Nov. 5, 1943

Dear Mother,

I only have a few seconds before leaving for school tonight. I wanted to get this money order in the mail before I left. I'll write a letter at a later date.


Going to Instrument School - Nov. 1943

Nov. 3, 1943

Dear Mother,

What did you do over Halloween? Anything exciting? I didn't even go to town just stayed in camp like a good boy.
From your letter I gather that you went down to the place last weekend. Did it rain on you as per usual or did you have nice weather for a change? What did Millie and Ray think of the place? If I know Ray he probably liked it with the river right there.
Its too bad you couldn't come on down here while you were out driving. Its nice down here this time. Not too hot and not too cold. So far we have only had two light rains. There is usually a heavy dew on each morning and sometimes fog but the sun soon takes care of that.
I'm afraid that furlough idea is out for me. I had one coming to me next week but they transferred me to instrument repair section. Since I didn't know anything about instruments they are sending me to a school here on the post. Now I go to school from six o'clock in the evening until two o'clock in the morning. They day time is mine to sleep or mess around as I see fit. I usually sleep.
Yes the Ninth Armored Division has been messed up. Some men have been added others have been transferred. All in all they have things pretty well messed up.
You are right that box of candy arrived and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye. Now you see it now you don't. It was real good and all the boys thank you and Grandma.
Pay day again today. I'm enclosing ten semolians in this letter. When I get a chance to visit the post office I'll send some more by money order.
It's about time for school to start so I'll have to bring this to a close.


Monday, July 6, 2009

At Camp in Louisiana October 25, 1943

Oct. 25, 1943

Dear Mother,

I sure wish I had some way of getting a part of these pine trees around here up to the place. I haven't been out of camp far enough to tell how good the trees are out a ways. Those here in camp grow right straight up for about fifty or seventy-five feet. They would really make a swell log house.
Boy they have been putting us through the paces the past few days. We have been out on the parade ground eight hours a day, walking, walking. and walking. In our spare time we go out to the range and run up and down the range. We'll probably be used to that by the time we leave here, from all indications that's about all we're going to do here. Just brush up on infantry stuff. Of course that's not as bad as it sounds because we're not supposed to be here much more than a month. After that we have two months of steady maneuvers. It's a great life if you don't weaken.
That boy that wants to be a flyer will have a lot of that useless stuff before he sees a plane. I think all new men have three months of drill before being sent to flying school. Three months in the infantry is no fun.
So Dave is in New Orleans. If I get a chance I would like to go down and see what kind of girl he picked out to marry. It looks like all the old bunch are about married off. I guess I'll have to start shopping around myself. Don't you think?
Hurry up and get those teeth fixed. I don't want to come home if there is any danger of you not being finished. You might want me to go down with you. I don't like dentists that well.
You are really getting into the social swirl. Do they play poker for pretty good stakes or just for fun? I hope you haven't been getting tight at the parties. If you have I'll speak to you when I get home.
I don't know weather I can find a tall, dark and handsome Sargent with curly hair. We have a tall red headed Sargent if she would like that color. Of course he just had his front teeth pulled, and it looks sort of bare when he grins. Outside of that he's in good shape. Let me know if she wants me to bring him along.
Take care of yourself.


Sunday, July 5, 2009

In Louisiana Oct. 1943

Oct. 18, 1943

Dear Mother, You guessed it, we are in Louisiana now. We sure hop around a lot. If this keeps on I'll visit every state in the union yet.
We came by way of Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas. Got into camp early this morning. I feel like I could stand about twenty-four hours sleep. We have been on the go since four o'clock this morning.
Did you and Dad get to see the world series? I'll bet that was a disappointment to lots of St. Louis fans. We listened to as many of the games as possible. Every once in a while an officer came and put us to work, but not for long.
I'm going to quit now and finish tomorrow night.
It really feels good to get back in barracks again. Even if it does mean scrubbing floors and making beds.
This camp is a good deal like Funston. The ground is sand and pine trees grow through out the camp.
The thing most of us like best is the change from "C" rations to "B" rations. You don't realize how good fresh milk, butter and eggs are until you have eaten powdered milk and eggs and canned butter.
How are the teeth coming along? Has Dad or Rosalyn run out on you again? If they do let me know and I'll send one of my Sargent's down to give them a talking to. Some of these Sargent's can really tell you off.
That fellow from Co. 'E' you met in St. Louis has probably been too busy to do any visiting as yet. I know we have.
I'll write again when we get straightened up a little.


Thursday, June 25, 2009

Maneuvers End- Sept. 30, 1943

Sept. 30, 1943

Dear Mother,
Well! Well! Wonders will never cease. They called the last half of maneuvers off. I think we will finish the maneuvers down in Louisiana. We go from one extreme to another. First the sunny dry desert and then the swamps of Louisiana. As plans now stand we leave here the last of next month for Camp Polk.
Your getting to be the regular little entertainer. Just don't try too many at once or somebody may get stepped on.
I'm going to quit for now, it's so dark I can't see the lines.

Oct 1, 1943
I've got a few minutes before I go on guard duty. I think I can finish this letter by then.
I'm Corporal of the guard tonight so all i have to do is post my relief then pick them up two hours later. Pretty soft I calls it.
Well we did pretty good on maneuvers so they say. I took my crew on two problems and we got killed both times. The only redeeming fracture being the fact that we was the last vehicle to be put out of action. It all sounds sort of screwy but it's a big help in getting an idea of what the score is.
The compass got hear in good shape. I'm afraid I won't get to use it much here but it will sure come in handy down in the swamps of Louisiana.
So far I haven't had any teeth worked on in the army. I have one pretty bad cavity otherwise I think my teeth are in fine shape. Every time they examine teeth they ask if the hollow tooth hurts any. Since it hasn't they don't want to touch it. Of course I don't beg them as long as it doesn't bother.
I want to get another three day pass before we leave California. I want to visit Los Angelas and Long Beach again. I'd like to spend a day laying on the beach at the ocean. Wish you and the gang could go also.
If Grandma is still there tell her hello for me and thank her for the nice card.
A cake would sure go good but from the looks of most packages coming in I'm afraid it would be in bad shape. The mail is way behind as far as packages are concerned and they lay in Los Angelas several days before delivery.
It's time for guard so goodbye for now.


Sunday, June 21, 2009

A Coyote On Maneuvers

Sept. 23, 1943

Dear Mother,

We are going right along with maneuvers. At this rate it won't be long before they're over.
Some of the boys have encountered rattle snakes around the bivouac area. Now then you can't hardly find anyone sleeping on the ground. Practically everyone sleeps either on top of a truck or inside one. The four of us on the anti-tank truck still sleep on the ground mostly because there is no place on the truck to sleep.
Last night we had quite a bit of fun. A young coyote and the four of us had a little game of hide and seek. The little thing came right up into camp. Evidently it hadn't had a drink for some time. We put out a pan of water and he came up within three feet of one man to get that water. The man tried to grab the coyote. That little animal really took off. That man thought he moved fast but he was slow compared to the coyote. We never did catch that coyote.
Hay lets don't be talking about food so freely in your letters. Talking about chicken and roast makes my poor mouth water. We haven't had anything but canned "C" rations since we hit this desert. Just when I get so I can eat this food you write about chicken. I'm disappointed in you making me dissatisfied.
These guys are talking so much and so loud I can't think so I'm going to close this letter.


Monday, June 15, 2009

On the Desert in Calofornia Sept. 15, 1943

Sept. 15, 1943

Dear Mother,

How is every little thing at home this fine day? Have they decided to move Dad's department at the depot yet or does he get to stay?
I have come to the conclusion that our camp is situated in the coolest spot on the desert. The farther we move the hotter it gets. I don't know what the temperature is but when you just lay around and the sweat pours off then it's hot.
The wind out here feels like it came from a blast furnace. When we're driving along that wind feels like it's searing our lungs.
Yesterday I went to sleep in the shade of the truck and that wind blowing on my side turned it a deep red. It hurt pretty bad for a while but has eased up considerable now.
Do you know I have just come to the conclusion that these steel helmets are handy little gadgets. Of a morning they are used for shaving. While riding you wear them and get a good scalp massage. Of an evening we use them to take a sponge bath and last but not least our dirty clothes must be washed out so again we turn to our trusty helmet.
Have the papers come through on the place yet? I didn't get a chance to send any money home before we left camp so I'll have quite a bit when I get back unless we stop someplace where I can get a money order. I'm just a little afraid to send money in a letter out here because I'm not sure all my letters are getting through.
After these maneuvers are over I'll have a couple months back pay and what money I now have. I'll send a good part of it home to put in on the place.


Friday, June 12, 2009

On Maneouvers Sept 10, 1943

Sept. 10, 1943

Dear Mother,

I'll dash off a few lines here between guard shifts. Five days on the desert maneuvers and still going strong, I hope.
Did you get rested up from taking the kids uptown? I hope you had a good time celebrating my birthday. I had quite a day. Four of us sat all day in the middle of the desert guarding a road that nobody would want.
I got the birth certificate yesterday. I haven't fully decided to use it yet. After maneuvers are over I'll find out what gives and then decide whether I want to transfer or not.
Thanks a lot for the box of candy. Those chocolates really go over good. Everyone thinks they should be eaten before they melt. You never saw people work any harder to see that the mission is taken care of.
Sometimes these lieutenants make me mad. About the time we get our truck camouflaged so you can't see it they want us to move. I'll have to stop now and bow to their whims.


Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Letters home from a WWII GI: You Got A Real Buy - Aug 28, 1943

Letters home from a WWII GI: You Got A Real Buy - Aug 28, 1943

You Got A Real Buy - Aug 28, 1943

Aug. 28, 1943

Dear Mother & Dad,

Well I think you got a real buy from what you have told me. I have been thinking over the idea you talked about in your letter Dad. While it is something to think about I don't believe that we are in a position to do anything but think at the present time.
After maneuvers are finished I should get a few days off, and then we could go down and see just what we have bought.
From the sounds of the terms I don't think we should have any trouble with the monthly payments. Unless something drastic happens and then we should be able to realize a nice profit out of any of the land we choose to sell. If we can hold on until they resume work on the lake we should get a nice price if we decide to sell any of the place.
Thanks a lot for the candy. It sure tasted swell. It went like hot cakes, something like that really goes good after eating "C" rations. We would probably all faint if they served us fresh beef for a change.
I don't know how often I will be in a position to write in the next two months, but whenever the opportunity presents itself I will drop you a line or two. As plans stand now the next two months will be spent on a truck somewhere between here and Mexico.
Yes sir, the first of September we hit the field in earnest. She'll be rough and ready thru seven days a week with no time for passes or furloughs. I'll be glad to get into it and get it over with.
One thing we have to be thankful for anyway. the nights are cooling off again to the point that blankets can be used in comfort. The days are still hot but at least we can sleep at night. I hope your heat wave is over so you have more ambition to eat.

That's all until later.


Friday, June 5, 2009

Trip To Lake Mead 1943

Aug. 19, 1943

Dear Mother,

Your going to have to watch Stubby pretty close or some of these times one of those people who like him so well will spirit him away. Stubby should be here at camp now. We caught a nice little play mate for him, it's just about his size and as frisky as can be. The way the bobcat swings those paws he would probably knock Stubby for a loop.
I guess that cut in gas hit some of the people pretty hard, It's a good thing you guys don't use much gas as that would hurt pretty bad. I guess that cut in gas includes the west coast although it's been so long sense I went to town I wouldn't know.
Do you know that I keep forgetting to send my thanks for the boxes of candy. It seems funny that I should forget to thank you all for candy that tasted that good, but it disappeared so fast that I hardly know I had any. That last box I debated a long time over as to whether I should wait until after dark to open it or not. By forgetting my bringing up as a gentleman and helping myself first I managed to salvage a couple of pieces.
Last Sunday we took a swimming convoy up to Lake Mead. It was really ideal swimming. The sun didn't shine too much and the water was perfect. Lake Mead is the lake formed by Boulder dam. After the swim we went down to the dam and looked around, now that is an engineering feat if I ever saw one. Its well worth the time and trouble to visit Boulder Dam. Right now they wont let civilians stop on or near the dam they take them across turn around and come right back. That was one trip I really enjoyed going G.I.
Hope every body is getting along fine.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The Land By The Dam and the Electrical Storm

August 12, 1943

Dear Mother,

It sounds like you might have hit on something pretty good. When the dam is completed it looks like the complete west side of the land should be on or very near the lake's edge. From the sounds of it the building site is a natural, on a ridge overlooking the river. If the lake backs up as expected the building site would be right on the lake shore.
The lower 160 could be kept for a while. Maybe the land nearest the water could be sold at a neat profit a little later. Extra timber land is always nice to have. It can be cut as timber or kept and used for hunting or possibly mining.

I say get that land if at all possible before the price is raised. At $2 an acre that sounds like a steal to me. The location is excellent also, right down in that park section where all the spring parks are that we visited. If you can do business well hop to it.

Sunday we are going swimming at Lake Mead near Boulder City. I don't know just how far that is from Boulder Dam, but it sounds like it should be fairly close. It's a long ride up there but I hope it's worth it.

This must be the rainy season around here. We had another rain yesterday. This rain was accompanied by an electric storm that wasn't so pleasant. The lightening struck a vehicle about a hundred yards from where I was standing. There was seven men around the vehicle and one in it. The seven around the vehicle were knocked out some of them in bad shape. The one in the vehicle was just scared a little. I learned that it doesn't pay to stand too near vehicles during storms.

Say will you write to Illinois and see if you can get my birth certificate for me? I might transfer out of the ninth division to the air corp. Even to transfer you have to have a birth certificate.

I got to go now.


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

That Place In the Ozarks Aug 5, 1943

Aug. 5, 1943

Dear Mother

That piece about the Ozarks just about hits the nail on the head. It sounds about like some of the places we got into back around that part of the country. I wish I was back there wading in one of those streams right now.

The camp those boys got lost from is about a hundred miles from us. They were in the same place we are going to take part of our training. The men that died wandered off from the rest when their officer went to get water and help. This country out here is very deceiving, you can see for miles yet you can pass within a few hundred yards of a complete division and never see them if they don't move. The main danger is not being lost but running out of water before reaching some habitation.

I'm sort of anxious to hear about your trip into the Ozarks. Is there anything interesting down there? That one place you mentioned where the government is building the dam sounds very interesting. If a person could get ahold of someplace like that early before the dam was built and too many had moved in he might have a nice place. It would be well worth looking into.

After thinking it over I think you might just as well hang on to the car. It comes in handy for you guys getting groceries and taking little trips on weekends. I might even get to use it again after all this desert playing is over. I hope.

We just got paid the other day. Everybody's got money and no place to spend it. When this bunch gets to town again she'll be a wild time in the old town. I'm enclosing twenty dollars, I won't be tempted to spend it IF I get a pass to Las Vegas in the near future.

That's all for now.