Letters home from a WWII GI

Telegram - Nov 24, 1945

2010-03-25T08:59:00.000-05:00

WESTERN UNION
TELEGRAM
1945 NOV 24 PM 12 12

FROM: A.L Q 230 8 TOUR=CAMP MILES STANDISH MASS 24 1059A
TO: MRS E L REGISTER=

ARRIVED SAFELY BE HOME IN TEN DAYS LOVE=
KENNY.

I'm In France - Oct 26, 1945

2010-03-24T15:39:00.003-05:00

France
Oct 26, 1945

Dear Mother,

I’m back in France once more. For a much shorter stay this time I hope.
I’m in the One Ninety Third field artillery battalion being processed at Camp Baltimore. The camp is about thirty miles from Reims.
We are living in tents and just about freezing every night. One thing we are thankful for is the fairly dry weather we have been having here. - So far -
We hope to move out of here next week for Marseilles. We will be there about two weeks and then a boat ride once more. From that port it takes a little longer crossing, so if nothing happens we should sight land about the first week in December.
I am having all mail sent home so it won’t do much good for anyone to write. All mail gets stopped at the A.P.O. and sent back.
You hold the home fort down and keep your fingers crossed - if nothing happens I’ll be home for Christmas.
Till then I’ll send my Love
Kenneth

Brrrr - Sept 30, 1945

2010-03-21T15:10:00.002-05:00

Germany
Sept 30, 1945

Dear Mother,

Brrrr, I think it's going to snow. It's been raining now for over a week. This morning it stopped raining and turned cold, and we're just close enough to the Alps for it to start snowing about this time of year.
I received the pictures of your camping trip to the place. They are very good. Maybe I can help take the next ones - yes.

Oct 1945

That was very rude of them. Taking me away from my letter writing just to pull guard duty for a few hours.
Did I tell you about my present home? We are living in houses that were originally divided into four apartments. Each apartment having four rooms and a bath. Three of us live in this room where I sleep. We have some prisoners who clean up our room every morning, wash and iron our clothes, and if it's cold they build us a fire. If it wasn't for guard duty this would be pretty nice around here.
I'll have to say good-bye now and pleasant dreams to you. Here's an extra large bundle of Love for all of you
Kenneth

Guard Duty at Dachau - Sept 23, 1945

2010-03-19T09:55:00.003-05:00

Germany
Sept. 23, 1945

Dear Mother & Dad,

It's been a few days sense my last letter, so now I'll tell you the whole sad story. Ten days ago I was transferred out of the Seventy-first Division. Supposedly to go home, but someone sent us to the wrong outfit. We got into an outfit peddling prison guards at the Dachau concentration camp. Instead of being on our way home we sit here and watch these SS troops. The officers claim we will be relieved just as soon as another outfit can be found to take our place. As yet none are available.
I expect to leave Dachau between the first and the fifteenth of next month. After that I'll be jumping around from place to place. So I'm going to ask you to stop writing until you hear from me again. Maybe by then I'll have some definite news.
I figure I've got good reason for being mad about this mix up on going home. Every day I talk to men going through here on their way home. They have sixty and seventy points. Here I sit pulling guard everyday. Of course I only have eighty-five points as of V-J days - so maybe I'm being unreasonable.
I guess that's enough crying for now -
Here's loads of Love
Kenneth

Went to a Show - Sept 11, 1945

2010-03-15T07:48:00.003-05:00

Germany
Sept 11, 1945

Dear Mother,

Just a short note to assure you that I am still thinking of you and home.
By the by; how is everyone on this crisp September morn? I hope everyone feels as good as I do today.
How are Dad's salesmen progressing? Has he found a one for Peoria yet? Two more questions and you will think this is a quiz program.
I went to a show sponsored by the Red Cross the other night. It was put on by a group of DP's from the Baltic states. They sang some of their native songs also a few American songs they have learnt lately. They danced a couple of their dances. They were so much like our square dances that I had the urge to get out there with them. All together it made a nice little show, and was enjoyed by everyone.
Well you are probably busy today so send some more of this love I am saving up - and don't forget - if you can't be good be careful.
Kenneth

Hectic Week end - Sept 9, 1945

2010-03-12T08:20:00.003-06:00

Germany
Sept. 9, 1945

Dear Mother,

This has been a hectic week end. I don't know if it's possible or not but I'll try to make my hand and eyes track together long enough to beat out this letter.
Friday night the company had a small party - with cognac, rum, wine, and beer. It shouldn't have been bad but they didn't have enough of any one to last out the night. So during the course of events a little of each was consumed. Boy oh boy! What that does to your head the next morning.
I received your letter of the third this morning. From the sounds of things the advertising business should be good for a while next year. It would be nice if Dad gets some good salesmen trained so he can help us get started producing again.
Things have been happening around Springfield, haven't they? It seems funny Junior with a baby. I wonder which one it will look like.
Too bad about Clifford, but maybe he will think twice before hoping trucks in the near future.
You know it's hard to think of Millie and Roy out of the restaurant business. I wonder will they stay out or is it just wishful thinking. I wish them a lot of luck and hope they can stay out longer than they did before.
Darn but time flies - sometimes. At any rate the rattle of mess kits says it's chow time. We have ice cream and cake today so I can't afford to be late.
So I'll say Good-bye with loads of Love.
Kenneth

Points, age and discharges - Sept 4, 1945

2010-03-11T08:52:00.005-06:00

Germany
Sept 4, 1945

Dear Mother,

You should hear everyone talking about points, age and discharges in general. - Don't tell anyone but I think, now mind you just think and hope that I will be in the States by Christmas.
Don't go making any rash plans but it doesn't hurt to hope does it?
I thought I would have a nice quiet morning here to write this letter, but someone else thinks differently. They just brought in twenty pair of binoculars to be repaired. That's the way it goes - for a week we sit around and loaf and then bingo! they drop everything in our laps at once.
What is Dad doing - Taking charge of a group of men covering a large section? It sounds like they are pleased with his work in that case - Good for him and lots of luck.
Well I've got to dive into that work or I might lose my job (oh yeah)
So here is a river of Love flowing your way.
Kenneth

Here are some pictures we took in our walks by the river in Augsburg.

Went To USO Show - Aug 30, 1945

2010-03-05T08:17:00.003-06:00

Germany
Aug. 30, 1945

Dear Mother,

Well blow me down! Here it is another sunny day. It looked for a while like rain was on the menu permanent like, but for two days now we have had wonderful fall weather.
Some one must have given mail service a blood transfusion. I have received letters from you and Vanita in six days. Now if they just speed letters going the other way up a little - why who could ask for more.
We had a couple USO shows playing here at Augsburg this week, and I went to both of them. One was the Broadway hit play "Blithe Spirit" - It was a very good play about a mans first wife who came back as a spirit. No one but the man could see or hear her. So you can see the hot water he got into with his second wife.
The other was "Flying High". It was just a vaudeville and about like average. Gals, Gags, and songs.
I received your birthday card and here is a word of thanks to all. I just wish I was in a position to thank you personally.
Those old St. Louis Red birds are sure burning up the diamond on that home stretch. Here's luck to them I hope they win again this year.
You probably have lots of work to do this morning - so I'll say Bye-now - and leave you toil in peace with all my Love to help you out
Kenneth

I Hate This Point System - Aug 24, 1945

2010-03-02T13:13:00.003-06:00

Aug. 24, 1945

Hello Mom,

Boy oh boy! it rains more here than any one place I know of. I don't think there has been a day this month when I have written a letter that it hasn't rained. Of course it could be that I chose rainy days to write. After all the sun shine's so seldom that it must be taken advantage of at every opportunity.
I received the pictures of the "Sky Ranch". It looks like you must have been all over to get those views. If the lake fills all that valley it's going to be a nice swim across. I hope Dad got that big order he was trying for. That would be a nice feather in his cap, besides supplying a tidy sum of money for the home team.
That's a dirty trick, sending Milton back into training. I don't know who thought up that point system. I haven't seen very many fellows that think it's fair. Some like it, especially those with kids, but they don't think it's fair. Oh well maybe we will all get out now.
I have to run into town today and pick up my laundry. There is a German woman in town that washes and irons my clothes each week. When I pick up my laundry I give her some oranges for her kids and some smokes for her and her old man. She does a pretty good job and saves me from getting dishpan hands.
I've just about got room left to include a small portion of the Love I'd like to send
Kenneth

I'll Keep My Fingers Crossed - Aug. 19, 1945

2010-03-01T16:15:00.003-06:00

Germany
Aug. 19, 1945

Dear Mother,

I hardly know what to write. I keep feeling like there is a joker in this surrender business some place. So until the Japs have been disarmed and Japan occupied, I shall continue to keep my fingers crossed.
I'm saving up all my celebrating until I get home and then - look out. As far as I'm concerned the real V-day will be when i set foot on American soil again.
Are Vanita and Al coming down for Vanita's birthday? Even though I'm not there in body I'll be there in spirit wishing you all a happy time.
Well it's raining again today so I guess I can't go swimming. Every day the sun shines and I can get off, down for the old swimming I head. I don't like swimming that well, it's just something to break the monotony.
How is Dad doing with his light bulbs? Salesmen will have to be careful now or people will mob them trying to buy things. A salesman's paradise.
Someone yelled that there is hot water, so I had better get moving before it's all gone. -
Bye - now, Love from me to all of you.
Kenneth

Got A hair Cut - Aug. 11, 1945

2010-02-26T10:17:00.004-06:00

Germany
Aug 11, 1945

Dear Mother,

I just received your letter telling how hot the weather was in St. Louis. I looked outside here and seen the wind blowing a near hurricane and the rain coming down. Darned if I didn't get almost homesick for a sight of God's country again.
I went uptown the other day and visited a German barber shop. They had one barber that couldn't have been over seventeen years old. He must have started the trade when he was only knee high. I watched him for a while and he did darn good job. One of the older men cut my hair - it was alright except for the dry shave on the neck. The thing that surprised me was the price of one mark for the hair cut!
Oh me! we have to attend a lecture of some kind - so I'll send all my Love
Kenneth

At My New Home - Aug. 8, 1945

2010-02-23T11:48:00.003-06:00

Germany
Aug. 8 1945

Dear Mother,

I'm about to get settled into my new home. We moved about two hundred miles south of Ausgurg, Germany. This is a fair size city a few miles northwest of Munich. That two hundred miles makes quite a difference in the weather. It's nice and warm here where as the other place was cold.
We are living in barracks at the edge of town. Just a short walk to town or if walking is too strenuous, there is a trolley that goes up town!
There is a river that runs through town where I intend to spend some time swimming. I went down last night after supper and tried the water out. It felt like liquid ice but if you keep moving you won't freeze to death. After a few minutes of that water it feels doubly good laying on the beach and absorbing sunshine.
I've got a German five mark note I'm putting in this letter. At the present rate of exchange it's worth fifty cents. Here is also a Greek bill. I don't know just what it's worth but it looks good any way.
It seems funny this is the first time in over three years that I haven't had an armoured force patch on my sleeve. Now then I wear the patch of the seventy-first Infantry Division Of course I'm still in the ordinance so the type division doesn't make too much difference. From what they tell us fellows from the sixth our stay with this division is more or less temporary. This division may go to the Pacific and if it does we probably won't go with it. That suits me.

Until next letter - Loads and loads of Love
Kenneth

Got my Transffer Papers - Aug. 2, 1945

2010-02-22T11:46:00.004-06:00

Germany
Aug. 2, 1945

Dear Mother,

Summer's just about over - it seems more like it should be just starting. The weather here leaves no doubt in the mind on that score. Cold winds and rain describes the weather we are having - and us living in tents on an open field.
The end of this tent sleeping is in sight now. I got my walking papers from the Sixth today. I bid goodbye to this outfit Saturday afternoon. I'm not sure of my destination but I think it's the Seventy - First Infantry Division. That's just guess work for now. I'll let you know for sure next week.
You must have a nice store of fruits and vegetables put up by now. Every once in a while you write that you have beets to pickle or strawberries (yum yum) to can. Or do you eat them up as fast as you can?
I'll have to close now and get ready to move. I'll let you know where I am as soon as possible
Love
Kenneth

We Had a Sport Carnival - July 28, 1945

2010-02-21T16:05:00.002-06:00

Germany
July 28, 1945

Dear Mother,

They have the darndest weather over here. One day it's so hot you can't stand it and the next it's so cold that you shiver with a jacket on. Even when it's hot the nights are so damp that clothes feel clammy in the morning. It might be good for crops, but I don't feel like a crop.
We had a division sport carnival Thursday and Friday. There was track events, baseball games, boxing, horseshoe pitching, and volleyball. Besides there was the usual midway with games of skill and chance, a few beer tents and of course sandwich counters.
I ran in the two hundred meter race and the eight hundred meter race and the eight hundred meter relay. Couldn't get past the simi-finals in the race but we took fourth place in the relay. I thought that was pretty good considering the poor condition we were in.
I also picked up a nice case of sunburn while running around out there in trunks. Maybe it will turn into a nice coat of tan someway or other.
Next week-end the division is going to hold a water carnival. I'd like to enter but I'm afraid I can't swim anyways near that good.
Well I've got a little guard duty to pull tonight. So I'll say Goodnight for now
Lumps and Lumps of Love
Kenneth

Got Back From Three Day Pass - July 23, 1945

2010-02-18T10:37:00.004-06:00

Germany
July 23, 1945

Dear Mother,

I just got back from a three day pass at Metz. In a couple more days I'll be rested up enough to try for another pass. - I hope.
There isn't much to do there - but it's a place to go and get away from the company for a few days.
The Army has taken over a swimming pool where a guy can spend a nice afternoon. And the sixth has a dance every night which isn't too crowded because nobody else but Sixth boys are admitted.
Your card of July sixth came today. Thanks a lot for your picture climbing that cliff at the "Sky Ranch."
I have never been able to contact Dave. In all my jumping from Army to Army I haven't seen a truck from his outfit.
I'm glad to hear Milton got back alright. He should just about be eligible for a discharge by now. I hope he gets one after all he went through.
It's kind of nice to able to say we OWN a small place on a lake in the Ozarks. It's a nice feeling even if there isn't any home - yet.
Here's a little bit of Love I'm sending your way
Bye-now
Kenneth

Still Waiting - July 9, 1945

2010-02-16T11:25:00.003-06:00

Germany
July 9, 1945

Dear Mother,

Well I'm still here with the sixth. A sweating it out you might say. Every day I look at the bulletin board with apprehension, expecting to see my name on a transfer list. Going to some outfit to replace a high point man. I'm not letting it worry me too much right now.
About half of the Instrument section has been transferred to the Third Armored. Of the six of us remaining four have enough points to get home. that leaves two of us still waiting and hoping.
The boys who transferred took the radio with them. They had the majority staying in the army, so it was only fitting. There are enough other radios around the company for us to get the news and good programs, if we care to.
Darned ants. The soil here is sandy and every time I put down my bed roll it is a battle to see if the ants or myself will occupy it. I just sprinkled gasoline around so I think I'm safe for a while now.
What's new way back yonder now days? I hope you had a nice warm fourth of July week for celebrating Dad's birthday.
I'm going to sign off now. So lots of good wishes and a barrel of Love to all,
Kenneth

Happy Birthday Dad - July 4th, 1945

2010-02-15T10:13:00.003-06:00

Germany
July 4, 1945

Dear Dad,
Happy Birthday to you Dad and may you have many more of them. Maybe we will be together to celebrate your next one.
This has been a very quiet day over here. No elaborate celebration just a nice quiet holiday.
How did you spend the day?
How are the light bulbs coming along? Selling lots of them I hope.
I've got myself a grand total of sixty-eight points - so you can figure out where I stand in this discharge business. Right now it's a toss up weather I get transferred to an outfit staying in the Army of occupation or hit an outfit going to the Pacific - by way of the States. I'm hoping for the later - but the Army has it's own ideas.
Good-bye and Good-luck till later
Kenneth

Moved Again - July 2, 1945

2010-02-13T11:41:00.002-06:00

Germany
July 2, 1945

Dear Mother,

How is every little thing at home? I'm getting along fine, all things considered.
Right now I'm sweating out a transfer to some other outfit. I'll get transferred sooner or later, but the big question is will it be an outfit Pacific bound or one slated for occupation.
About half of the gang has been transferred already. The rest of us are just waiting.
Well I'm sleeping in my little pup tent again. We moved out of the Russian zone at midnight June 30th. We are in a field a few miles from Frankfurt on the Main. Two days ago this was an open field now it is a tent city of twelve thousand soldiers. Anything can happen now. So I'm just holding my breath awaiting, and hoping for the best.
I'll say goodnight now and send my Love to keep you company.
Kenneth

We Went To The Firing Range - June 27, 1945

2010-02-11T10:45:00.003-06:00

Germany
June 27, 1945

Dear Mother,
You are probably wondering what has happened to my writing arm. Nothing special, just the Army and their ideas.
We went out on the firing range last week. Supposedly we were to stay there two days then come back to camp. Due to bad weather and poor management on the range we didn't get back to camp until last night.
I managed to get a sunburned nose - bad weather or not. That's what comes of living indoors. A few hours out in the sun, and bingo! a cute little red snozola. It looks hic! like I might, hic! be a hic! booze hound, hic!
So Dad got caught in the floods. It's a good thing he didn't get stranded someplace. Maybe you can both get down to the place later this summer.
My bowling isn't too hot. Sometimes I do pretty good and then other times those d--n pins just wont fall down. The worst trouble is the size of the balls. The first two or three games are alright, but after that my hand starts getting sore from being wrapped around the ball. After my hand gets sore it's time to quit. About that time my control over the ball goes bye-bye and the score hits rock bottom.
I'll say goodnight for now and send my Love to keep you company.
Kenneth

Thanks For The Package - June 15, 1956

2010-02-05T11:24:00.004-06:00

Germany
June 15, 1945

Dear Mother,

I'll bet the heat is really bearing down on St. Louis about this time of month. Over here she's a sometimes good and a sometimes bad. The past week we have been dodging rain showers. (darn but I'm having trouble with my spelling)
I received that package today, with the pencils in it. I don't know who to thank for the candy and everything else. So I'll send thanks to You, Puggie, Dad, and Stubby. That should cover the guilty party or parties. My sweet tooth also sends thanks.
The funny papers are coming through pretty regularly. After they make the rounds of the fellows in the room here - down the hall they go until practically every man in the Company has seen them.
I'm sticking in a few pictures we took last winter. Notations on the back will give you some idea when and where they were taken.
I'll close now so I'll have room for the pictures.
Oceans of Love
Kenneth

Here I Sit - June 10, 1945

2010-02-04T08:08:00.002-06:00

Germany
June 10, 1945

Dear mother,

I intended to go out on the hill this afternoon and write this letter sitting in the sun. A little shower came up and so here I sit in my room inside.
The pictures you took of the family in the park got here. They were very nice. I liked that one of Dad cleaning the car. It's too bad about Stubby. I hope the shots do him good.
$36.45, That sounds really good. Are you going to take care of all of it this month? It really rates a celebration. You celebrate over there and I'll celebrate here. Then when we get together - wow ---.
I've been reviewing my case and checking my chances of coming home. The way things stand now it looks like it will be at least another year. That sounds bad but until Japan falls there is no chance of getting out. So under the circumstances it's better over here than down in the South Pacific.
Did Dad finally get off to his long anticipated trip? I hope he finds business good when he does go. And I sure wish I was going with him.
I'd better close when I start getting thoughts like that.
Love from me to You
Kenneth

I'm On Guard Duty - June 1, 1945

2010-01-31T10:31:00.004-06:00

Germany
June 1, 1945

Dear Mother,

This is kind of early in the day to be writing, but I'm on guard duty today and right now I have a few minutes between guard shifts.
Thank you for the card of May eighteenth. The enclosed letter from Linda Lee was very nice. I'll enclose a few lines for her in this letter.
So you don't think you'll get to go south this time. Maybe you will get the chance to go later in the summer. Then next summer I hope to home then we can carry out all those plans we have been making. Also the more money we can put away will make it that much easier to get started.
See this big cloud of dust - that's just a couple of the boys sweeping out the hallway. Kind of thick but it can't be helped I guess. Things have to be clean.
I'll stop now and see what I can do for Linda Lee now.
Lots and lots of Love
Kenneth.

We Fixed a Day Room - May 29, 1945

2010-01-29T19:08:00.002-06:00

Germany
May 29, 1945

Dear Mother,

Dog gone! according to my calculations the "Sky Ranch" should just about be paid for by now. That's what you call good news. The next item on the program seems to be buildings. As long as we are going to spend time and money at might just as well be spent for something we can use later. Either as a cabin to be rented or a playroom as you suggested.
I have birds singing in my ears. Yesterday I did a little pistol shooting in an enclosed range. The cuncusion in a small room makes the ears ring for two or three days. Of course a little cotton stuffed in the ears helps a lot - but who has any cotton?
How is Dad doing this week? Better than ever I hope. Here's hoping people burn out lots of bulbs.
We have a sort of day room fixed up in the basement of our barracks. The room we took has a bowling ally and a bar. The bowling ally is asphalt and you use a ball slightly smaller than ours, without finger holes. It has to be balanced in the palm of the hand which makes it hard to control.
There is a large element of luck involved because more pins can be gotten by missing the head pin, than if you hit the head pin. Sounds screwy doesn't it? Tis too.
Beer is served at the bar. Sometimes I don't think there is any alcohol at all in the stuff. It can be consumed all night long with no outward effects. Maybe it's better that way - who knows.
All good things must come to an end, so I'll end this letter as of now. Now beware and take care.
Love to all
Kenneth

Rain, rain, rain, - May 25, 1945

2010-01-28T13:14:00.003-06:00

Germany
May 25, 1945

Dear mother,

Rain, rain, rain, that's all it does lately. This weather isn't fit for man or beast. Right now I'm shaking so much from the cold - I don't know if you will be able to read this or not.
The point system seems to be the main topic of discussion through out the E.T.O . I could make a few untimely remarks but it all adds up to the fact that I haven't enough points to do me any good.
After looking into my crystal ball I can see nothing but the Pacific for your world traveling son.
Received some more funnies the other day, and wish to thank you for the same. There was also a small package of soap that arrived about the same time. I can see that someone has been hitting a few hotels in Missouri.
I think I heard that gas rationing changed from four to six gallons per week. Is this so, or just a rumor? It would sure help Dad out if tis true.
How does Linda-Lee like St. Louis? It must be quite a novelty for her in a large town. Maybe she won't want to go back down on the farm now.
Good night for now with gobs of Love
Kenneth

I'm Now In Jena, Germany - May 20, 1945

2010-01-26T08:15:00.003-06:00

Germany
May 20, 1945

Dear Mother,

Hows all the Register family getting along now days? Everything is going along fine for the displaced member of the afore mentioned family. Not too many complaints and no regrets.
I've got a new home again. This time in Jena, Germany. Right now I'm staying in barracks at the Jena airport. I don't know how long it will be before I return to my pup tent, but until I do I shall enjoy my stay under a solid roof.
I received two boxes from you yesterday. One mailed March fifteenth containing a box of caramels. The other mailed April second containing writing paper, candy, etc. I thank you with all my heart.
I'm going to close for now, or I won't get any supper.
So until later - all my love
Kenneth

Things Haven't Changed Much - May 16, 1945

2010-01-23T21:45:00.003-06:00

Germany
May 16, 1945

Dear Mother,

How is everything at home these days? Has everyone gotten over their Victory celebrations?
The ending of our war didn't change things too much for us. We don't have blackout any more. And our work has slowed down just a little. Outside of that things are about the same. I still live in my little pup tent - Wash my clothes in my helmet - and take baths whenever I can.
It seems sort of primitive the way crops are farmed in this country. You look across a field and see four or five men and women hoeing away for all they are worth. They do use horses or oxen for plowing purposes, but cultivators seem to be nonexistent.
Did Dad get to see his canoe? If so, what does he think of it? The tractor is a little different proposition. If it's in St. L there is always a transportation question. It might be cheaper to wait and see about something closer.
The Army has a little job in the truck line I would like to have. The Dodge three-quarter ton, four by four truck with winch is the one. If the Army ever sells any it would be well worth the money for us.
Love from me to you all
Kenneth

Tomorrow Is Mothers Day - May 12, 1945

2010-01-22T12:35:00.005-06:00

Germany
May 12, 1945

Dear Mother,

How are you this fine day? Excuse me one minute while I wipe the sweat off my brow. We've had a few days of perfect summer weather. It would be nice now if this sweat was dripping on the place instead of over here.
Tell Dad to keep pitching. It's a good thing he hasn't lost the old selling touch. I guess it seems good to get back to the old trade again. I think I know just how he feels.
So Grand Dad is thinking of coming to St. Louis. It would be a good thing for him if he did. A change of scenery never hurt anyone. (ME INCLUDED). It may tie you down a little but not too much.
Just because I haven't got a card, It's no sign that I've forgotten that tomorrow is Mother's Day. So I'm taking time right now to send greetings to the swellest Mother I know. And I want you to know that I'm always thinking of you.
Lots of Love to you and all the rest -
Kenneth

Guess You Heard The Good News - May 8, 1945

2010-01-21T09:15:00.003-06:00

Germany
May 8, 1945

Dear Mother,

I guess you have heard the great news. Now for the Japs. Then we will be all finished.
All the fellows took the news pretty much in stride. Work continued as always. There was a little shooting and carrying on but not much. Most felt the day could best be celebrated with quiet letter writing home.
Thank you for the nice card of April 27th.
I'm glad Rosalyn has a good job again. Too bad she didn't get that rest she was planning on. But things shouldn't be so rushed at her new place.
Has your winter weather finally come to a stop - or hasn't this sunshine reached you yet?
I'm going to say Good-by now.
With just loads and loads of Love
Kenneth

Sounds Like The War Over Here Is Over - May 4, 1945

2010-01-19T09:20:00.004-06:00

Germany
May 4, 1945

Dear Mother,

Well from the news I guess the war over here is about over. Thank God.
I guess there are a lot of happy people now days. I heard them giving the names of released war prisoner tonight. I got to thinking, those men's folks must really be happy.
I received a Christmas box from Vanita the other day. It was a long time coming but everything in the package was still good. Strange as it may seem.
Another fifty dollars is on its way to you.
That's good news about the place. Only fifty more left. That's pretty darn good. By the end of summer we will own it lock, stock and barrel.
Well I've got to get ready for tomorrow - So Love to all
Kenneth

Thank you For All The Packages - April 28, 19457

2010-01-18T09:41:00.003-06:00

Germany
April 27, 1945

Dear Mother,

Thanks a lot for the funnies. Two packages of them arrived and are making their rounds of the section. Also the packages on home steading are here. After looking them over, I find there is nothing of interest for us. I guess you found out the same thing.
I hope Dad's new hat isn't any the worse for its mud bath. That was a dirty shame having something like that happen almost with the first wearing.
So one of your ladies at the Red Cross would like a drink out of that bottle. She would want to get a firm grip on something . That bottle contained a liquid commonly called Cognac. (A mixture of benzen and greased lightning). At the time the picture was taken I could have passed the bottle around her way, but shortly there after the bottle went dry. Oh unhappy moment!
Oh yes, I received a writing tablet from you the other day. Thank you very much.
Dogone I seemed to have gotten all kinds of things from you lately. I sure appreciate all of them too.
I hope you're getting all these bundles and bundles of Love I'm sending.
Kenneth

A Quick Letter - April 21, 1945

2010-01-17T17:55:00.004-06:00

Germany
April 21, 1945

Dear Mother,

I've done pretty good so far. There has been a heading on this letter for half an hour, and nothing else. We have been discussing a few rumors that are floating around. By now the rumors have been well discussed - and cussed, so I can get on with this letter as originally planned.
There goes the National Barn Dance on the radio. You-all listening too? Pretty good don't you think.
How's that trip down to the place coming along? Right about now things should be really nice down there. I wish I could be going down there with you. We could roll up our sleeves and get started on some long delayed work. Well maybe it won't be too long.
They tell me I go on guard duty at nine o'clock. So I've got to close this letter and get ready.
Love
Kenneth

It Seems To Be Spring - April 18, 1945

2010-01-15T08:56:00.004-06:00

Germany
April 18, 1945

Dear Mother,

Some days I think spring is here, and others are more like winter. Now last night for instance. It was nice when I went to bed but about two 0'clock I woke up with rain beating against my face. Without wasting a minute I gathered my clothes under one arm and my bed under the other. Into the truck I went, and spent the rest of the night in innocent slumber.
That bottle happens to be full of a little something called Cognac. Sometimes referred to by various other names. For your information I have gone to great pains in the cultivation of that so called dark streak. Therefore please do not indulge in making funny cracks about same.
Things are really coming out around here. All the fruit trees in bloom. The forests turning green, and all the people out planting in the fields.
Here's bushels and bushels of Love to you all
Kenneth

We Got Paid Today - April 3, 1945

2010-01-14T08:51:00.003-06:00

Germany
April 3, 1945

Dear Mother,

Well that ----- generator is working better tonight. As near as I could figure out frost was forming on the carburetor. That's fixed for the time being. Now all I have to do is sit here with my fingers crossed and hope nothing else goes wrong.
April showers bring May flowers. If that's true we should have lots of flowers next month.
Has Dad hit the top of the list yet on new orders? I'm expecting to hear news to that effect in the near future. Lots of luck to him for me.
We got paid again today. We used to look forward to payday but now it's just another day. There is no place in Germany for us to spend our marks, so it's either send them home or have that much more next pay day.
Here's a shower of Love to each and every on at home
Kenneth

Still Getting Christmas Packages - April 1, 1945

2010-01-12T08:06:00.004-06:00

Germany
April 1, 1945

Dear Mother,

Are you joining the Easter parade today? Wish I could say I was, but my only parade will be to these tanks with my tools for another days work.
I'll bet you can't guess what I got yesterday. One of your Christmas boxes caught up with me. After all these months the cookies were still good. The jar of jelly is still good, but the apple was slightly spoilt. The book of jokes from Sardis Breakfast program was good, and of course all stables good are usable. Who know maybe the rest of the packages will get here sooner or later.
This generator of our is acting up. The lights flicker so that it's almost impossible to see. That flickering on and off is rough on the eyes. I'm going to cut this letter off short and try again under more favorable conditions.
Loads of Love
Kenneth

Brandy Distillery - Mar. 28, 1945

2010-01-11T20:01:00.004-06:00

Germany
March 28, 1945

Dear Mother,

It's nice and quiet around here for a few minutes. So here goes for a few lines to let you know I'm still a gittin.
Had some night last night. Practically everyone was dirty, drunk, and disorderly. After so long I quit counting the number I put to bed. We had the wrong liquid or I might have been one of those being put instead of the puter.
We ran into a Brandy distillery. That is what started the party off. Each man being able to get five bottles of the stuff is what put the finishing touches on it.
In case anyone asks - I still have my five bottles. And I expect to have them for a long time yet.
Have you gotten that Spring fever yet? You know that old urge to get down to the place and see the leaves pop out. Take a good look for me. Till later.
Here's an Easter greeting to each and every one of my Loved ones at home.
Kenneth

Still Gettting Mail From December - Mar. 24, 1945

2010-01-09T12:22:00.002-06:00

Germany
March 24, 1945

Dear Mother,

All kinds of surprising things happen now days. I'm still getting mail and Christmas cards addressed in December. Also odds and ends from dates in between.
Your letter with the comic pages in also arrived. You don't realize how much you enjoy those Sunday comics until their gone.
I'll bet you can't guess what we had today. - Each man in the company was issued two bottles of good old American beer. That's the first American beer I've had sense I left the states. I don't care what they say there is no place that puts out beer like that except home.
I'm about to get a first class wind burn. Riding around in a jeep the other day did most of it, but living outdoors is helping it along.
Thanks for those clippings about the ninth. Our paper gives the impression that the outfit might be at the front. But there is no real news. Our own division has been mentioned as an unnamed armored division in the paper of late.
I'm putting in one picture from the paper. I'm also trying to get prints of photos some of the boys took. Maybe yes maybe no.
Dad's doing all right. If the product turns over that good all the time - what more could we ask.
Keep on going out with him. It'll do you good. It won't hurt that old car to get out and around a little either. No sense having it dry rot.
All my Love to the best little Mother I know.
Kenneth

I'm In The Field Again - March 22, 1945

2010-01-08T20:39:00.000-06:00

France
March 22, 1945

Dear Mother,

How are you'all this fine sunny day? Yours truly is coming along fine at the present writing.
We've got a couple of rabbits boiling out here in a pot. If they don't boil too long we'll have fried rabbit for supper. If they boil too much we'll have rabbit stew. It makes no difference we will have rabbit one way or another.
In case you didn't know it might be a little longer between letters now than it used to be. I am living out in the field again. That means that at dusk lights are out so it cuts down the time we usually spend in writing, reading, and such things.
Sounds like Dad is getting a good start. Glad to hear it - Keep up the good work. Between us we might be able to lay enough aside to make a fair start down on the place.
Be good and don't forget to give Stubby his run in the park. Lots of Love
Kenneth

Just A Short Note - March 15, 1945

2010-01-07T19:41:00.003-06:00

March 15, 1945

Dear Mother,

Your letter of March first just came. So I take my pencil in hand to answer same.
I've really been taking advantage of all good weather lately. Of an evening I take a short walk. It furnishes exercise and I get to see the countryside.
I picked up a little curio in Brussels you might be interested in. I won't make any remarks. That way you can draw your own unbiased opinion.
Things looked bad for a while. Our radio stopped working. Lucky for us it was only a burnt out condenser. That was easily repaired and now the old radio gives just like of old.
It's strange where baseballs and things like that come from. When a few days of nice weather come along - bingo - out comes the baseball for a little game of catch in spare moments. It always happens with Americans on the loose.
- LOOK - no paper. So Loads of Love for now -
Kenneth

Got Your Letter From February - March 12, 1945

2010-01-06T09:15:00.003-06:00

March 12, 1945

Dear Mother,

I've been reading in the paper were Portsmouth came close to getting a soaking again. They learnt their lesson in thirty-seven I guess. Even at that their new flood wall wouldn't have kept out the water if they hadn't used sand bags. The last I heard they were still dry - but it was nip and tuck.
I wrote a letter to Junior last month. Yesterday I got it back marked - "Not delivered as addressed." I turned right around and put the letter as was in another envelope and sent it to the old address on 14th Street. That should reach him - I hope.
Just received your letter of February twenty-six and seven. I gather from the hints you dropped that you have a little snow and ice. Never fear - it won't last long. - Spring is just around the corner.
If you need any of the cash that's coming your way - don't hesitate to use it. While Dad's getting started around there you might need a little extra.
Say can you get any more paper like this? I could use a couple more pads if you can.
Bob Hope's on the air - so I think I'll listen for a while. Do you mind? If not I'll sign off in favor of the radio.
Love
Kenneth

We Got Hold Of Some Horses - Mar 6, 1945

2010-01-05T08:51:00.002-06:00

Germany
March 6, 1945

Dear Mother,

So your having some big snows again. From the sounds of it every place had it's share of of snow this year. We still get flurries of snow off and on. Usually they don't stay on long - thank goodness.
Dad should have an idea by now how well the lights are going to do. What's he think - will he like the new product? I hope he does good with the lights.
Some boys in one of the battalions of our Division got hold of some horses. Now then every time they move up four of the men ride horseback. After a long move the men can't hardly walk after being in the saddle - I think the horses are in about the same shape - They just don't say anything about it is all.
I'm glad to hear Harry Heissinger is home for good now. He probably feels he's done his share - can't say as I blame him either.
Here's a great big bunch of Love to the Register's at home
Kenneth

It's Cold Again - Mar 5, 1945

2010-01-04T10:15:00.003-06:00

Germany
March 5, 1945

Dear Mother,
I knew everyone was jumping the gun a little. Just because of a few warm day in February. Here it is March and cold weather has returned. It can't last too long - we hope.
I sent off another fifty to Dad yesterday. It should get there in a month or two. It's a good thing I didn't get a chance to borrow any money before taking off for Brussels. Or there wouldn't have been any check going your way this month.
If I don't get a hair cut right away soon - you'll have to send me a violin. Or maybe that's the reason we are issued us Dog Tags.
I'm keeping in practice with an ax. Chopping wood to feed this hungry little stove of ours keeps me from forgetting how to hold an ax to obtain the best results. - Dad will please take note.
Cords and cords of Love
Kenneth

In Germany - March 2, 1945

2009-12-31T08:59:00.003-06:00

Germany
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
Kenneth

Brussels, Belgium - Feb 26, 1945

2009-12-30T12:37:00.003-06:00

Luxembourg
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.
Love
Kenneth

Our Crazy Stove Pipe - Feb 20, 1945

2009-12-29T09:56:00.003-06:00

Luxembourg
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
Love
Kenneth

Just An Idea - Feb 18, 1945

2009-12-28T09:37:00.002-06:00

Luxembourg
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
Kenneth

We Have Hot Showers - Feb 17, 1945

2009-12-27T15:37:00.003-06:00

Luxembourg
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.
Kenneth

Thank You For The Valentine - Feb 13, 1945

2009-12-26T10:57:00.003-06:00

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
Kenneth

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

2009-12-25T10:57:00.002-06:00

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.
Love
Kenneth

All Is Well - Feb 4, 1945

2009-12-24T09:43:00.002-06:00

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
Kenneth

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

2009-12-22T09:26:00.002-06:00

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.
Love
Kenneth

Happy Birthday Mother - Jan 25, 1945

2009-12-21T11:41:00.002-06:00

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
Kenneth

Cold Winter Nights - Jan 18, 1945

2009-12-20T20:06:00.003-06:00

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.
Love
Kenneth

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

2009-12-18T08:16:00.005-06:00

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.
Kenneth

In Belgium - Jan, 1945

2009-12-17T08:25:00.005-06:00

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

Kenneth

The Mail Finally Found Me - Jan 4, 1945

2009-12-14T16:17:00.004-06:00

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

Kenneth

Another Year Almost Gone - Dec 26, 1944

2009-12-08T17:17:00.003-06:00

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.
Love
Kenneth

Radio Programs - Dec 20, 1944

2009-12-07T14:23:00.004-06:00

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.

Kenneth

48 Hours In Paris - Dec 15, 1944

2009-12-06T12:35:00.002-06:00

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.

Love
Kenneth

I Got A Stack Of Mail - Dec 4, 1944

2009-12-04T10:29:00.003-06:00

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.
Love
Kenneth

Request In Here - Dec. 1, 1944

2009-12-01T20:08:00.003-06:00

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
Love
Kenneth

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

2009-11-27T10:39:00.003-06:00

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
Kenneth

We Made A Heater - Nov 8, 1944

2009-11-26T08:36:00.004-06:00

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
Love
Kenneth

A Note From France - Nov. 1, 1944

2009-11-25T13:02:00.002-06:00

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-
Love
Kenneth

What's This I Hear - Oct 25, 1944

2009-11-23T10:37:00.002-06:00

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

Kenneth

Not Much New - Oct. 16, 1944

2009-11-22T10:56:00.002-06:00

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.

Love
Kenneth

2009-11-20T15:53:00.002-06:00

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.
Love
Kenny

From Your Wandering Boy - Sept. 30, 1944

2009-11-19T20:09:00.001-06:00

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

Kenneth

Bing Crosby Sings To Us Again - Sept 16, 1944

2009-11-18T09:24:00.002-06:00

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.

Kenneth

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

2009-11-17T13:27:00.002-06:00

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

Love
Kenneth

A New Place to Call Home - Sept 8, 1944

2009-11-16T09:03:00.002-06:00

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

Love
Kenneth

Called On The Count Of Darkness - Aug 29, 1944

2009-11-15T19:39:00.002-06:00

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.

Love
Kenneth

Chased By Mail - Aug. 23, 1944

2009-11-13T07:48:00.002-06:00

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

Kenneth

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

2009-11-12T12:13:00.003-06:00

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.

Love
Kenneth

A Wittle Wabbat - Aug. 15, 1944

2009-11-11T08:14:00.003-06:00

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.

Kenneth

V - MAIL - Aug. 5, 1944

2009-11-09T07:50:00.002-06:00

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 -
Kenneth

2009-11-08T19:40:00.005-06:00

Thanks For The Letters - July 28, 1944

2009-11-08T19:40:00.004-06:00

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

Kenneth

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

2009-11-05T19:47:00.004-06:00

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.

Love
Kenneth

Wish I Took French - July 16, 1944

2009-11-03T08:26:00.002-06:00

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.
Kenneth

That Was Some Cider - July 8, 1944

2009-11-02T08:53:00.002-06:00

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.

Love
Kenneth

Happy Birthday Dad - July 4, 1944

2009-10-15T11:57:00.003-05:00

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

Kenneth

Somewhere in France - June 24, 1944

2009-10-14T09:19:00.002-05:00

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,

Kenneth

The Color Photos - June 14, 1944

2009-10-13T15:39:00.003-05:00

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

Love
Kenneth

I Received Your Letters - June 11, 1944

2009-10-12T13:11:00.003-05:00

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.

Love

Kenneth

Rival For The Coffee Pot - June 5, 1944

2009-09-27T08:49:00.002-05:00

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.

Kenneth

On Guard Duty - May 31, 1944

2009-09-25T08:41:00.003-05:00

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.
Love
Kenneth

Finally Got Your Letter - May 23, 1944

2009-09-23T09:42:00.003-05:00

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.
Kenneth

Thanks For The Pictures-May 16, 1944

2009-09-20T10:30:00.002-05:00

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.

Kenneth

After Leaving The Hospital - May 11, 1944

2009-09-17T08:24:00.002-05:00

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.
Kenneth

The Money Orders April 25, 1944

2009-09-16T20:17:00.002-05:00

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
Kenneth

Painting Signs - April 25, 1944

2009-09-13T20:06:00.002-05:00

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
Kenneth

Rehabilitation - April 20, 1944

2009-09-12T08:36:00.003-05:00

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
Kenneth

Time Flies - April16, 1944

2009-09-09T09:37:00.003-05:00

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.
Love
Kenneth

Easter Sunday April 1944

2009-09-08T11:16:00.002-05:00

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.

Kenneth

Still In the Hospital - April4, 1944

2009-09-06T18:58:00.000-05:00

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.

Kenneth

This Crazy Mail April 1, 1944

2009-09-06T18:48:00.003-05:00

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.

Kenneth

My Letters Must Be Hold Up - March 29, 1944

2009-09-04T08:41:00.002-05:00

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.

Kenneth

It Feels Like Spring March 28, 1944

2009-08-31T22:34:00.002-05:00

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
Kenneth

The Sun Is Shining March 24, 1944

2009-08-27T09:27:00.003-05:00

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.
Love
Kenneth

Times A Wastin' - March 21, 1944

2009-08-26T08:37:00.002-05:00

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
Kenneth