Sunday, May 27, 2012

Momma's don't get sick

On the one hand, nobody ever told me this rule.

On the'd think I would have figured it out by now.

The "Momma's don't get sick" rule.  (Or wives either)

But as I sit here in the complete silence of my own house...silence brought on by computer games being shut down for the night, and children in bed, and husbands still out for the evening...I look around me and realize that Oh My God...what was I thinking taking three days to be sick!?!?

It began Thursday, when I awoke with a scratchy throat.  I also slept with the windows open, so I chalked it up to a sinus/allergy thing, I'd work my way through it and I'll be fine.


Friday morning, my voice was gone and my throat was worse.  Super.  It was a "real" sore throat.  I took it easy, did the noodle soup thing...the ice cream thing...lots of water...LOTS of water.  (And I don't generally drink too much water)  Consequently, there were a lot of trips to the bathroom also on Friday.  But by Friday evening, I was calling my Urgent Care facility because it was getting worse by the minute, I was suspecting the diagnosis, and if my suspicions were correct I didn't want to risk the 3 monkies getting it.

A glance at the back of the throat, a quick swab, and a $15 co-pay later...yes, I have Strep.  End of Day 1.

Day 2 began just as Day 1.  No voice.  Throat in pain.  But mailman hubby had to go into work (Through rain, snow, sleet, and despite wife sick at home apparently...) so I stuck it out.  Pulled a bell off the shelf when I needed to get the attention of the monkey children without yelling for them, and pretty much felt like doing ...nothing.  All day.  To be honest...this thing was kicking my butt.  I took my meds, had another bowl of hot soup on a 84 degree day, drank more water...End of Day 2.

Day 3.   Voice is coming in and out.  Yay!  Felt confident enough to try a sip of soda, but that was still like swallowing a can of nails all the way down.  So it was another minimal eating, milkshake drinking kind of day.  Napped this afternoon, drank still more water...and here I am at the end of Day 3.

Silence surrounds me as my children are asleep.  And hubby?  He decided to go out with friends tonight to catch a movie.  I'm trying not to dwell on it because as I do, it just makes me a bit angry and resentful.  But I see a sink full of dishes that have been stacking up since Friday morning.  Stacking up because the dishwasher is full of clean dishes that need put away.  But momma hasn't had the voice to "remind" monkey #1 of his job...nor the energy to wildly try to have the discussion/fight with him...yet again...about his responsibilities around the house.  Besides...there are other people in the house who might pick up on it, right??


And it appears they don't do laundry either.

This brings me to the rule that I should have known by now... and I sure wish someone would have told me a long time ago.

Momma's don't get sick.

Tomorrow I will begin taking better care of myself.  Getting enough sleep, maybe some vitamin supplements to off-set my caffeine/chocolate habit.  Doing things that will make it more ... difficult for the little germs to make their way into my system and knock me off my feet.

Well, maybe not tomorrow.  I have dishes and laundry to catch up on first.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

A final letter

Amidst the letters that our soldier and his sweetheart exchanged while he was serving in World War II, there are a few newer letters from after the war.  Letters exchanged between the two when our soldier had become a civilian and was driving freight truck throughout Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois.

There was also another letter.   One that was written on September 28, 1950.  It was written to my grandmother from her Aunt Nettie Allison.

Ottumwa, IA
702 S. Moore St.
Sept 28-50
Dear Niece & family,
I will ans. your letter I rec. & was sure glad to hear from you once again and hope all of you are O.K.  We are all well as usual...
...Paul & I & Pug & Bill went to Colorado Springs Colo. for our vacation & we left on Saturday and came back on Thurs. & Paul went to work on Fri. so I though I would stay home rest of the week & rest & the foreman called me up after Paul got home & said I was being laid off.  I wasn't thinking of being out of a job or we wouldn't went on a trip.
It sure was beautiful out in Manitou and Colorado Springs.  W were 7400 feet up in the mts.  I was sure scared.  Pug and I went through Cave of the Winds.  It was beautiful and Paul & Bill went to top of Seven Falls & we went to Garden of the Gods.  Manitou is where Caroline lived when Lavern was in Camp Carson, Colo.
I wish I was close to you.  I would have rather come down there for our trip but Pug wanted to see some mountains.  Paul does all he can to please Pug & I.
Well I can't think of much more to write so I will close for now, so don't wait to long in ans. as I love to hear from you.

Love to all
From Aunt Nettie
& Paul

A nice letter from the extended family, right?  The only problem is what made the news in this small town of Ottumwa, IA just a few weeks later on October 18, 1950

Where Body Was Found - Police Sgt. Ross Beghtol is shown above, looking in the closet where Mrs. Nettie Allison's body was found this morning.  The body was back in the corner, hidden by her dresses.

The corresponding article:
Police Find Body Hidden In A Closet - ALLISON CAUGHT
Paul Allison is in jail at Albia.  The husband of the woman slain here this morning was arrested after he had visited in Centerville, and apparently started to return to Ottumwa.  Officers had been patrolling the roads for several hours.

The body of a light, red-haired woman was found about 8 a.m. today in a clothes closet at her home here, and her husband is the subject of a widespread police search.
She was Mrs. Nettie Allison, 44, of 702 South Moore Street.  Her husband, Paul Allison, 39, a greenhouse worker and war veteran, is being sought for questioning in connection with the death.
Coroner Gordon Traul said that an autopsy showed "conclusive evidence of death by strangulation."

Found By Police - Policemen Maurice McGlothlen and Ross Beghtol discovered the body after being called to the Allison home by a neighbor.  They said some warmth remained, but attempts by firemen, using a resuscitator failed to revive her.
The call to headquarters was placed by Bud Heckart, a neighbor, after Mrs. Allison's daughter, Mrs. Thelma (Pugg) Wilt, 22, of 114 South Adella Street, ran screaming from the Allison home.
Shortly thereafter, Allison was observed to leave the house and drive north on Moore Street in his black 1941 Ford car, bearing license plates No. 26-636.
Mrs. Wilt's story, related to County Attorney Sam O. Erhardt and Police Chief Jerry Wood, was as follows:

Mother Called At 7 - About 7 o'clock this morning, Mrs. Allison phoned her daughter, saying the she and her husband were moving immediately to Davenport, and that he had obtained a job at the Rock Island arsenal.  She said she was sending Paul over to pick her (Thelma) up and take her to the Allison home.
A half hour later, Mrs. Wilt said, Allison drove up to her home and she got in the car.  She said the conversation was "just usual" during the trip back to her mother's home.
Once inside the house, however, Thelma said her stepfather, Paul Allison, told her:
"I've killed your mother, and her body is in the bedroom closet."
When Thelma began screaming, she quoted Allison as saying; "Shut up or I'll kill you too."
County Attorney Erhardt said that about that time the girl said Allison threw her on the bed next to the closet where the body was and raped her.
Then according to authorities, Allison changed his story, and told the girl that her mother was in the basement, tied up.
Mrs. Wilt by that time hysterical, broke away, ran out the back door, and across Moore Street to the Heckart residence.
Police received their call at 7:42 a.m.
While Mrs Wilt was at police headquarters answering questions, a doctor was called in to examine her.  Authorities said thereafter that she had been criminally attacked.

Away Last Night - Officers said their investigation thus far has indicated Allison was away from home most of the night.  He had eaten breakfast at home, however.  Water was boiling on the kitchen stove when they arrived and a heavy dishcloth was found on the bed in the room where the body was found.
Coroner Traul said the autopsy surgeon reported two cartilages in the dead woman's neck had been fractured, and one had ruptured the windpipe.  The surgeon found no organic heart or lung condition nor any trace of poison or other possible cause of death, he added.  The post-mortem examination...
(part of article missing)
...Late at night he started back, arriving home between 4 and 5 a.m. Wednesday.
His wife was still up, he said and they argued a few minutes about sickness and financial troubles.  He said he went to bed and slept until she woke him up about 6:30 a.m.
"We ate breakfast and then she (Mrs. Allison) complained of a headache and went in the bedroom and laid down on the bed.  I followed her.  I laid down beside her and placed both my hands on her throat."
He said that about four minutes later she became unconscious and he picked her up and placed her in the back corner of the closet next to the bed.
He said he then drove over to Thelma's house and brought her back to the house.
His statement as to what happened between him and Thelma was somewhat vague, but authorities said he admitted what amounts to rape.

Talks To Wood - the important part of his statement, related at Albia, was made to Chief Wood and the shorthand reporter.
Allison was born at Mystic on October 10, 1910.  He later lived at Albia before moving to Ottumwa.  He has worked for Kranz the past 14 years, except a little more than three years spent in the army during World War II.  He was in the European theatre during part of his service.
Authorities said he was married to a Minnesota woman prior to his marriage to Nettie Allison about 4 years ago.

I can honestly say that my grandmother NEVER spoke of this to the family while she was alive.  I asked my father about it, and he was just as surprised as I was to hear it.  Grandma's Aunt Nettie was a twin sister to grandma's mother, Zettie, I can only imagine the closeness shared between like-minded sisters and their families.   In addition to this tragic story, it was in the year prior to this that Nettie had lost her daughter Caroline, my grandmother's cousin.  A young woman who was only 26 years old at the time of her death.  The sadness that my grandmother knew when she was still just a young woman, and she never spoke of these events in her later life.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

His Story

**10 years after he had been reported as "missing" while serving in Germany, our soldier took the time to write down what had happened.  This is his story as he remembered at the time....

April 15, 1955
To Whom It May Concern;
     While overseas in the Armed forces I served with Company L. 47th Infantry Red. 9th Division.  On the morning of March 16, 1945 while in action in Rotschied, Germany a group of us were capture by the Germans and taken prisoners.  Without hesitation they began walking us through our artillery fire deeper into their territory.  We marched all day until we came to a place where we stayed for the night.  This seemed to be a prison camp of some kind.  It was something like an old barn with a high barb wire fence all around it.  Inside it had very crude wooden bunks with straw for bedding.  It was while there we acquired lice and bugs, which we carried on us till after we were liberated, causing very raw sores and very much discomfort to us.
     The next morning they started us out walking again, walking us till some time after dark.  We reached a building and were taken in there for the rest of the night.  We were all put in one bare room.  Then during the night they cam in and took us out one by one.  We were taken to an upstairs room where we were questioned by the Germans by candlelight.  Some of the men were mistreated in the most painful sort of ways. 

(Note:  I was always told the story that upon discovering his last name, the German soldiers did not mistreat him as harshly as some of the other soldiers because they believed his to be a German last name.  I have researched this paternal line, and there is no German ancestry - although I am grateful they thought it at the time.)

     It was while we were at this place, the end of our second day, we received our first bite to eat.  The food consisted of a bowl of grass soup I presumed having never eaten anything that tasted quite like this, I couldn't be sure of what it was.
     The next day we started out walking again and walked continually this time until we came to Limburg, Germany and were taken to Stalag 12-A.  
     It was here at this camp we were given a little more food and some cigarettes.  We stayed at Stalag 12-A until the American Armies were about to overrun the town of Limburg.  While we were there the camp was bombed.  The majority of prisoners were put on a train of box cars and locked in.  We moved only a short distance, due to the tracks being bombed by our air forces.
     We sat here overnight.  Being spotted by our Air Corps, they began strafing the train, not knowing it was a train load of P.O.W.'s and at this point we were allowed to run into an open field beside the train.  We stripped down to our waist, forming what we hoped would look like, from the air, a huge P.O.W.  During the strafing there were several Americans killed.  The Air Corps seemed to recognize our signal and immediately ceased firing.  Although they were above us all day, they didn't offer to fire upon us again.
     That evening we were loaded and locked in the cars again and moved into a tunnel, staying there all the next day.  Then that night we started marching again.  We walked steadily, stopping only at brief intervals for small rations and little rest.  From here on the going became steadily worse.  Not only were our Air Corps trying to stop everything moving but we had the S.S. Troops to fear at all times.  It also seems as if the German guards, in charge of the group of P.O.W.'s I was in, was becoming more disgusted with their job of guarding us. 
     After walking what seemed like an eternity we came to a small town near the city of Geason, Germany.  It was here on the morning of March 28, 1945 that the 11th Armored Division caught up to, and liberated us.  As soon as transportation was available we were put on planes and flown back to France and put into hospitals.  The most of us were suffering from very acute cases of diarrhea and nerves, and the raw sores caused from the lice and bugs we had contacted.
     From the time I was taken prisoner until I was released from the hospital in France, I lost 28 lbs.  Now, 10 years later, as I sit and think about it, this experience seems like a bad dream of which I can't remember the details to plainly but neither can I forget it entirely.

Straw-strewn floor of a barn at Nazi Stalag X11A, where hundreds of American POWs
were forced to sleep. Each man had only one blanket. All the roofs leaked,
and half of the windows were out, and their was no heat.
The Americans were fed a bowl of thin soup and a piece of bread a day.

The letters POW mark the roof of a barracks at Nazi Stalag XIIA

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

15 April 1945

What does a wife write when all she knows is that her husband has been reported as missing?  She chose to continue her letters to him even though so much was unknown, and so she also chose to continue writing about the family, his brothers, parents, friends...just as she would have had he been receiving the letters regularly.

My Dearest Darling Husband,
     This is the first letter Dear I've written for more than a week.  I've just been undecided wether to go ahead and write or not but Darling I've waited just as long as I possibly can.  I feel like you are safe somewhere and I pray my Darling you will receive my mail.  I reckon you have never received any mail from any one according to your last letter which was written March 10.  I suppose Sweetheart you do know what I'm talking about as you know I am not much of a letter writer but oh my Darling I can tell you how much I love you and that is more than anything in this whole world.  But a week ago, Thursday April 5, I got a telegram telling me you were missing since March 16.  I've not written because honey I just didn't know what to do.  But I have decided I'd write this letter then write you a V-Mail every day till I heard from you.  Then I'll write you long letters every day, oh but Dear I do miss you.  But I know you are missing me very much.  
     I went to see the folks last week and Don took me.  We saw Charlie and Ester and went on to Bryan to see Dad and Hannah and then to Metz to see mom and Ezra and they took us over to Hillsdale, Mich to see Wayne and Luella.  We all seem to feel the same way - that you are alright. But if I only knew.  I sure do pray this letter reaches you quick and safe and oh more than anything it finds you feeling ok.  I'm fine myself in health but in heart I'm sick to think we just can't be together.  Maybe you need me, I don't know but I'll just have to brace up cause as I've said you will be coming back soon and I must hold up because I love you.
     Mother is feeling better and getting around better.  But Gertie isn't so well.  Mother and Gertie got a letter from Charlie last week and he has moved again.  He sent us some pictures.  I want to send you a box but I guess it's not much use until I hear from you.  I got your watch out of the Jewelers the other day and I have the pictures to send you and I want to get your identification bracelet.  
     I got an awfully nice letter from Jean yesterday, the girl I was in the hospital with.  She wants me to come to her graduation.  Her baccalaureate is this afternoon, but I won't be able to go as Vaughn had to take Daddy to Marion.  I'm going to write Orvella a letter this evening as I should of done long ago.  I sent the box but no letter.  
     I'm still cleaning house and don't have the least idea when I'll ever get finished.  The weather isn't very permissible to do anything, rains all the time I think.  The kids are all just swell out to Don's.  School was out Friday so I suppose they will all be going on their vacation soon.  Helen is good and Scottie is out there.  
     Well honey he's probably not news to you, but it sure was terrible about Roosevelt don't you think.  It was a great shock to everyone I'm sure.  He died of hemorrhage about 3:25 I believe it was Thursday, April 12. 
     Well Darling I must be closing.  I'm sorry about the short letter but believe me Darling I just can't seem to write much more cause I don't know what to say.  But I'm praying Dear this war will end very soon and you come home real soon to me.  I love you and God bless you honey.  So long with all my love for the swellest husband in the world.  I love you and always will love you.
Your Darling Little Wife.

Letter Received

**I wish that I had THAT telegram....the one she received on THAT day.  The one that read "The secretary of war desires me to express his deep regret that..."  

But I don't have that telegram and I sometimes wonder what she did with it.  I sometimes wonder what the emotions were that ran through her as she read the news that her husband of 4 months was now missing in action thousands of miles away, in a country that was being overrun by a man who was obsessed with wiping out an entire group of people.

No, I don't have THAT telegram, but I do have this letter that she received soon after...I'll simply let it speak for itself.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

March 22 - April 3, 1945

**Mail delivery is still wreaking havoc on our newlyweds.  Letters delayed WHEN and IF they were being delivered, made for a very worried bride.  But still she continued writing...a bit of local hometown and family drama, as well as a letter that I found fascinating because it stated the cost of a number of things that were purchased in 1945...

March 22, 1945
Converse, Indiana
My Dearest Darling Husband,
     So honey here 'tis Friday nite again my Darling and as you know we aren't together and I miss you so much.  I just often wonder how many Friday nites will go by before we will be together once again.  I sure hope not too many.  It is 10:00 and I'm feeling not so good and pretty sleepy too.  But the reason it is so late is cause I just got back from Marion.  I took Mary Lewellan over to the hospital to see Bobby.  He was operated on for Masatoey (?) Monday and she called me tonite to see if I'd take her over cause Dink was moving tonite and their car was on a bumb.  I think I told you they were moving didn't I?  Bobby gets to come home Sunday.  My cold isn't much better seems like its worse. I got a letter from your mother today.  she said she got a letter from you the day before she wrote my letter.  I suppose she told you about Ezra trying to find work now.  Guess he isn't going to Texas. 
     You know I told you about Sears's coming down to Jean's the other night after Francis.  Well she isn't suppose to come down here anymore and isn't suppose to run around with Gertie.  So yesterday Don got a letter from the procescuting attorney telling him his conduct was bad and he'd better straighten up or they would see into it.  He said he was going over today and see what it was all about.  But he thinks Claude Sears is the one who turned him in.  Of course Claude never says anything to us but tells Francis, well the the same thing that happened last fall.  They told her she wasn't to come down here as long as Scottie was here.  I'll bet if Don finds out Claude was the one who turned him in, Claude will be a sorry old pidgeon.  
     Don's divorce comes up Monday and then maybe Scottie will go out there and stay but Don has to have two witnesses to prove Helen hasn't been living with him and I sure have no idea who it would be.  You know I never have cared to much for Scottie and it seems like I dislike her that much more all the time.  She has been staying here with us for about two weeks now.  It wouldn't be so bad if she didn't run after Don.  She wrote you a letter but she never did send it.  She asked you what you thought of the name "Steve Gordon".  She sorta thought she would name her baby that if it was a boy.  I don't know why she never sent the letter.....

March 25, 1945
....As usual, Jean and I went to the show.  Her mother was over for the weekend and she had to take her home so she wanted me to go with them and we could go to a show, so we did.  It was some kind of an Arabian picture  - Ronald Colman played in it.  But I didn't like the show too well.  Honey if it wasn't for Jean I sure would be lost.  She is lots of company to me, but sweetheart you're the most important part of my life and honey I miss you so much.
     Oh yes, I guess there isn't going to be any "Steve Gordon".  I don't think there ever was going to be.  She is such a lig liar, if I must say so I never did believe her, cause if she was three months like she said she was, she sure wouldn't be running around here like she does.  Guess Scottie didn't like it cause we never ask her to go to the show but I just don't care.
     Maybe I'll get a letter from you in the morning.  Last night I dreamed you were home and home for good.  I just cried cause I was so happy but I don't suppose that dream will come true right away.  But honey I just know it can't be too long or too far off that we can be together....

March 28, 1945
...well honey I've wrote and wrote and still you aren't getting my mail.  Maybe you will get this one cause it is a different address.  This makes three different addresses I've used since you've been over there.  If there was just some way I could find out why you aren't getting my mail.  Honey I feel terrible about it cause I'm beginning to wonder if you aren't doubting me just because you aren't hearing from me.  But don't ever doubt I love you so much, and when you come home I'll be just the same as you left me, I won't be changed one bit.   I'm enclosing some paper and envelope please honey write as soon as you can and let me know whether you get my mail or not.  If you ever do get it you'll have about 50 or 60 letters from me as I've written you  most every day. 
     Gee honey I'm sorry for Jimmy and you both.  Sure wish you's could of stayed together.  You said all good things come to an end sooner or later.  Honey just how did you mean that?  (she is referring to the last letter she received from him...a "v-mail" dated March 10, 1945 that was written in this blog post.)...

March 30, 1945
My Dearest Darling Husband,
     Just wrote you a V-Mail honey don't know wether you will receive either of these or not but sure do hope so.  I'm fine and hopin you are feeling your best.  I know honey I have no idea what you might be doing this very minute or anytime while your over there.  But Darling I pray that God watches over you during every minute and hour of the days you are away from me.  I miss you so much and I miss your very sweet letter even though I do shed tears when I get them.  It seems that when I'm reading your letters you are right here talking to me but still you are so far away.  The war news sounds so good but I wonder so much and so often if it really is coming to an end as soon as they think it will, but I hope so. 
     Honey I love you very much and all the while we are apart I'm loving you that much more.  But don't stay away so long course I'll keep on loving you always.  Today is our day like we always say and not being together makes my heart ache so much.
     Gertie got a letter from  Jim and I thought he was somewhere in Holland.  I guess he is somewhere in Germany now.  Gertie still hangs on to Sticky.  I guess he has taken his blood test for the navy.  I don't know whether he ever passed or not....

April 3, 1945
...I went to Marion this afternoon and got me a new bed and matress and wardrobe.  Jean and Gertie went too.  In fact we went in Jeans car.  I got my check this morning and payed Bly's for the paint and paper to redo my bedroom and went to Marion and spent the rest of it.  But honey I put it to good cause.  I had to have some shoes cause my feet couldn't stand much  more punishment from these old play shoes.  Curtains for my room were $6.90, my wardrobe cost $10.95 and my bed $24.50 and matress $39.50 .  Lot of money isn't it honey.  But I had to have everything.  Of course I had to get the bed and matress on payments.  The bed is a bird's eye maple.  I'm going to take the varnish off of your dresser and varnish it the same color as the bed if I can.  Every where I went today they wanted me to buy a bedroom suit but I told them no, cause you are going to help me pick one out.  I really didn't want to go ahead and buy the bed but I needed one so badly.  But I'm sure you will like it. 
     Sweetheart sure hope this finds you ok and getting my mail all along.  I'll say so long for now Darling, try and make this out the best you can, maybe I can do better next time.  All my love and kisses for you and only you.
Your Darling Little Wife

Thursday, May 3, 2012

March 17-20, 1945

**World War II timeline:
March 7, 1945 - The Allies capture two significant targets in Germany -- the Remagen bridge over the Rhine, and the city of Cologne.
March 9, 1945 - U.S. firebombing of Tokyo kills about 85,000 Japanese.
March 16, 1945 - U.S. troops complete the capture of Iwo Jima from the Japanese, at the cost of 20,000 American casualties.
March 20, 1945 - The Allies capture Mandalay, Burma. 

March 17, 1945
Converse, Indiana
My Dearest Darling Husband,
     Oh honey I miss you so much - I wish you could be here.  Even though I can't make you understand it in my letters, I do love you so much.  If you were here then I know you would know.  I received your very sweet V-Mail letter from you this morning, and honey I was so glad to hear from you.  But was sure surprised to hear you were in Germany.  Guess you are in Cologne aren't you honey.  Anyway I listened to the radio and they said that was where the first army was.  I'm down here at Jean's writing this.  Don & Scottie are down here too.  She and I and Jean went to marion this afternoon and came home with Less. 
     Well honey seems Jean is always out of stationary when I am here.  So honey I will write you another letter tomorrow.  I'll say so long for now with all my greatest and deepest love.
I love you Darling
Your Darling Little Wife

March 20, 1945
Converse, Indiana
My Dearest Darling Husband,
Well honey here I am down to Jean's again.  So thought I'd write you a few lines.  Imagine she has a  whole tablet full of paper and don't suppose I can think of enough to write a whole table full but maybe can think of a couple pages full. 
     Been a little trouble here tonite or not here but before we came down tonite.  Gertie and Scottie and I went down after Francis and her Mother told her not to leave and she wasn't going to til after she told her to go ahead, so she went in the house and we started to go and then Merle came out and ask if Scottie was in the car and she said yes and my gosh did she and Merle ever get into it about everything.  Then she told Francis if she left she needn't come back.  But Claude and Merle just came after her.  She will probably get a beaten. 
     Well more trouble.  Don is down here also.  But he happen to be out in the kitchen when Claude came in.  If he had of known he was here there would of probably been more trouble.  Don said he hasn't forgot what he called us girls last fall.
     Well my dearest I do want to tell you I love you cause Dearest I do more than anything in this world and boy do I ever miss you.  Don brought your coat in but he wants that ring of yours that Charlie give you so since you told me he could wear it  I will let him wear it.  Don't rekon I'll ever get your pants.  Well Honey must close and bet getting home.  Will write more later.  But until I do I'll be loving you always and Sweeheart I'll always love you
So long with load of love and kisses, I'm yours forever.
Your Darling Little Wife

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

March 4-10, 1945

This week brings us the first of a number of "V-Mail" messages that were sent.  Before email was even thought of, and in the hopes of saving costs associated with shipping THOUSANDS of letters across the ocean, the idea was put into place to send "Victory Mail".  The soldiers would send mail home in the form of letters that were opened and photographed onto microfilm which was then flown to the US via airmail rather than the slower sea-freight.  The microfilmed letters were then printed out from the microfilm, and sent on to the addressee.  Writing space was quite limited on the form that the soldiers had to use (also possibly a way that the "censors" were able to keep things under-wraps that the soldiers wrote home about), but it was a quick and easy for them to write to their loved ones.

March 4th, 1945
Somewhere in Belgium
Dearest Mother and E.L.
Just a few lines to let you know I am o.k. as you might know.  I hope this find you folks the same.  I had a nice trip.  I sure wish I was in Ind. for it's cold here, it snows every day not very much though.  I will write a letter when I get time.  I just finished Dottie a letter.  I got to go where I wanted to but they didn't leave me in England or France either one long enough to tell much about the places.  Give my regrds to everyone and write me soon.
Lots of Love as Ever

March 4, 1945
Converse, Indiana
My Dearest Darling Husband
     Darling I've got the blues so bad I could go to bed and cry my eyes out.  But I try my best to keep from it.  I do love you, I just can't help but look back and think of the very swell times we have spent together and I don't ever or rather won't ever forget the times we have been together.  I know you will come home as soon as you possibly can but hurry home hon.  I miss you so much and I just feel like sometimes I can't go on without you near me.  I know you miss me just as much as I do you, and I pray I will hear from you every day.  Maybe I'll get a letter from you Monday. 
     I just came home from the hospital, tonite is the first nite no one has stayed with Mother.  She is feeling better.  I stayed with her every nite but last night and Aunt Ruth stayed with her.  I was so dead tired last nite I couldn't even write you.  But I knew you would understand.  Honey Mother said for me to tell you she sends you her very best. 
     Say honey tonite when we were coming home from the hospital, Uncle Ed brought us home as Vaughn had to go to Marion.  But we all stopped at the Little Gem and I saw Chuck Mullot.  You know who I mean don't you.  Well he didn't see me cause he was going out the door when i saw him.  He was wearing civilian clothes.  Today Gertie and I went up town and "Muc" asked about you and then I went in the bank and I saw that Garr man and he asked about you.  The only think I know to tell them I guess you are on your way across cause I've not heard from you for over two weeks. 
     Honey you be sure and let me know if you get all these letters I've been writing.  I've written you a letter every day since I've known your address but the last few days since Mother has been in the hospital.  I love you Darling and I sure do miss you, but I guess I will have to close for tonite.  Dearest write me as soon as you can cause I want to hear from you so bad.
With loads of love and kisses from your little wife
I love you honey

March 6, 1945
Converse, Indiana
My Dearest Darling Husband,
      Sweetheart I am almost happy  - what I mean if I only could hear from you I really would be happy.  I got a letter from Charlie today.  You know how long it has been since we have heard from him.  He wrote the letter February 22 and said he was somewhere in the Philippines and was fine.  He has him a girl and calls her baby.  Poor kid it's been so long since he's been home.  He has been across two years this month.  I just wrote him a letter.  He wants a camera but don't know where I'm going to get one, cause you can't even buy them.  But we are going to fix up a box cause he also wants some song books.  Now honey don't you forget when you get settled write and ask me for something so I can send you a box, cause you know we can't send you anything unless you write and ask for something. 
     Oh Darling I love you so very much and I really mean it Dear.  Only wish you could be here with me.  But I know you are wishing the same thing.  Sure hope this finds you feeling fine.  I'm ok, and Mother is feeling much better.  I got a letter from mom today they are living in Metz now.  I've not heard from Dad or Hannah since I've been home.  Honey I got the pictures, I guess I told you though.  I'll send them to you as soon as I hear from you. 
     Say honey, I meant to say something about this before but it always slipped my  mind.  but do you remember that black velvet dress I wore while we were in Baltimore.  Well you never said wether you liked it or not.  Let me know will you.  Then I'll ask you something else.  Aunt Nora has been staying with us the past few days and she told me when I wrote you to tell you she said Hello.  Donald is in the Navy now. 
     They are playing that song "More Than You Know".  That sure is true my darling.  I love you more than you'll ever know.  Honey I want to send you something for your birthday but it will probably be late, cause I'll have to wait till you write and ask for something.  Helen called the other day and wanted to know if I had the suitcase you borrowed off of them.  I told her I had one but it was Scotties.  She said she was going to Marion to get her a job.  I've only saw Dad once since I've been home, he never calls or nothing.  Guess he is mad cause I never call him but I've been so busy since I have been home sometimes I can't see straight.  Honey Charlie is a P.F.C. now.  About time they give him something.  Well Darling I will close for now.  Write as soon as you cand, and don't forget to let me know if you get all my letters.
With all my love and kisses
Your Darling Little Wife

March 8, 1945
Somewhere in Germany
Dearest Mom & all:
Just a few lines to let you know I haven't forgotten you.  I hope this finds you feeling O.K. as you might know I am O.K.  I have moved a littel since I last done any writing.  I am now in the ninth division of the first army.  How are you and my girl getting along?  I will write you a letter when I get time if I ever do.  I sure haven't had very much spare time the last month.  I think though that it will only be a few months till I have more spare time.  I have to close now, more soon.  Give my wife a kiss and tell her I love her
Love to all.

March 8, 1945
Converse, Indiana
My Dearest Darling Husband
Sweetheart I hope you won't mind me writing this V-Mail.  But I just wrote Charlie one so thought I'd write you one too.  I'll also write you a letter.  Oh Darling I miss you so much and honey I keep looking for a letter from you every day.  I know you will write as soon as you can but honey I'm so lonesome without you.  I love you Darling and when I tell you that, I mean every word of it and they come from the bottom of my heart.  We got another letter from Charlie today.  Honey I sure hope this finds you feeling your best - I worry about you so much.  Well Dear I'll close with all my love for you and you only .  I do love you.
Your Darling Little Wife.

March 8, 1945
Converse, Indiana
My Dearest Darling Husband,
     Dear I just wrote you a V-Mail but thought I'd also write you a letter.  I haven't much to say when I write.  Seems like there just isn't anything to talk about when you aren't with me.  Only Dear I miss you so very much and I love you more than anything in this world.  I am feeling fine except a little tired and sleepy. 
     I did Mary Lewellan's washing for her today or rather Gertie and I did.  Every one has been sick out there and she didn't want to wash on account of the baby having such a cold.  We went over to see Mother last nite and she is getting along just fine and thinks she will get to come home the last of the week. 
     I went down to Mr. Whitmire's this evening and had him make out my Income Tax receipt.  Guess I'll have some money coming back.  I got my allotment yesterday but won't be able to put it in the bank cause our pictures will probably be here anyday now.  I'll sure be glad when I can go back to work.  I know you don't want me to work but I want to save some money for us.  I got a letter from Dad and Hannah today.  They said they got a letter from you.  Well Sweetheart, I will close for tonite and go to bed.  Maybe I'll get a letter tomorrow from you.
With all my love and kisses
Your Darling Little Wife

March 10, 1945 - Germany
My dearest littel wife
Well sweetheart I have a littel more time so will drop you a couple of lines.  I hope this find you o.k., they say no news is good news so I suppose everything is ok on the home front.  Things aren't so good here, in fact I am ready to quit and go home.  They put Jimmy in a different post so I suppose that is the end of us till we get back to Indiana.  I was afraid we would get parted sooner or later.  All good things much come to an end.  Well hon, I will say so long for now, more later.   Love to the family.
I love you darling
Yours, first, last, and always

March 10, 1945
Converse, Indiana
My Dearest Darling Husband,
     I just wrote Dad a letter. But he hasn't ever written me. Does he write you, I told him I wish he's write you. But I imagine Hannah does all the writing. She said he had a pretty bad cold. I wrote Charlie a letter last night and told him about Mother.
     I just got done baking some lemon pies. Maybe honey by the time you get home I'll know how to cook cause I've been doing all the cooking since I've been home.
     I'm enclosing a letter that Gertie gave to me that I thought was sorta cute. Hoping to hear from you soon sweetheart. All my love and kisses for you only
Your Darling Little Wife

(A mountain woman wrote this letter to her son in the army)
Dear Son,
Your Paw has a new job, the first in 48 years. We are a little better off now and making so much money we don't know what to do with it. Paw get $17.95 every Friday so we tho't we ought to do some fixin up. We sent to Sears Roebuck for one of them new bath rooms you hear about some folks havin in houses. It took a plummer to put it in shape. On one side of the room is a great big long thing somethin like a pig trough only you git in it and wash all over. On the other side is a little white thing they call a sink where you wash your face and hands. But yonder in the corner we really got something. This thing you put one foot in to clean then pull a chain to git fresh water for the other foot. Two lids come with this thing and we han't no use for them in the bathrooms so I'm using one of them for a bread board and the other had a hole in it so we used it for a frame for grand-pappy's picture. They are awful nice people to deal with. They sent us a roll of writin paper with the outfit. We can't write much, so I'm usin it to wrap Paw's lunch in. Take care of yourself