Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

I'm In France - Oct 26, 1945

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

Friday, January 8, 2010

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

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

Friday, December 18, 2009

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

Jan 15, 1945

Dear Mother,

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

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

A Note From France - Nov. 1, 1944

Nov. 1, 1944

Dear Mother,

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

Thursday, November 19, 2009

From Your Wandering Boy - Sept. 30, 1944

Sept. 30, 1944

Dear Mother,

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

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

Love to all the family from

Kenneth

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Bing Crosby Sings To Us Again - Sept 16, 1944

Sept 16, 1944

Dear Mother,

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

Kenneth

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Somewhere in France - June 24, 1944

June 24, 1944
Somewhere in France

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

Kenneth