Yesterday was one of those days in which I just couldn’t think of anything to say or comment about in my grandmother’s letter. I scoured the paper for September 18, 1942 but did not find anything that sparked my interest. I tried, really I did. I think I am mostly just weary at this moment. I am a little more than halfway through my coursework for Boston University. I have one more week of module #3 and then two more modules to go. The program will be done by the end of April. I am also weary because it is that time of year. Girl Scout Cookie season! Things will be winding down this weekend and as luck will have it…ok, it’s not really luck as it happens every year so I guess it is more of a routine at this point…this is the beginning of the birthday season. It starts with my son’s birthday, the next day is my niece’s, then my husband’s, my sister-in-law’s, my step-father’s, my father-in-law’s, and then finally my daughter’s, all in the short span of 3 weeks. Actually, it is exactly 3 weeks since my children were both born on Fridays. Now granted we don’t celebrate all those adult birthdays, but it does make for a busy timeframe. Then you add in the Easter holiday which more often than not lands on my daughter’s birthday weekend…so what I’m trying to say is, I’m tired.
Today’s letter is the second time that my grandfather mentions his diary…sigh. I don’t think it survived. That’s depressing. My grandparents saved so much of their correspondence, but who knows what happened to the diary. Since he did not have to censor his diary, I am sure there was plenty more that we could have learned about his World War II experience. This reminds me of the obituary I have of Gladys’ ancestor, Belinda Foster, who died in 1904. The obituary tells how in the 1870s Belinda sat for a portrait of 5 generations of women, which included her mother Amy (Bishop) Barker, and Belinda’s daughter, granddaughter, and great granddaughter. As if that isn’t heart wrenching enough, the obituary says that Belinda went on to repeat the performance 30 years later in another 5 generation portrait. This time, however, Belinda was the oldest in the portrait. I think it is almost worse to KNOW about a record or document that existed, but whose whereabouts are unknown. I know that these two pictures were taken, but I have no idea if they exist anymore. Sigh. Maybe the genealogy gods will be with me someday when I find Roscoe’s diary and Belinda’s portraits.
Fri Sept. 18, 1942 and this time writing under electric light, not in our tents but in the common mess hall and recreation hall. It’s still not like writing in one’s own tent and on the edge of one’s own bunk. One of the boys finally broke the ice and received a letter today. It was one of the V-mail letters. I understand you could do that. They are free and you are allotted at least 5 each week. You might look into the situation. I really think that when our mail begins coming the regular air mail will be much faster.
Went into town this P.M. had to take some boys in for some medical attention. It was a change but nothing very interesting or thrilling. After the first few visits the
[page 2] glamor of the town isn’t so much, because when one buys something he feels as if he is getting stung. Probably don’t as often as we think, however. Then too there is very little we need or want.
Since we’ve had stamps I’ve written every day so you should be able to tell if any of the letters are missing. The stamp shortage is again becoming evident. Only three this A.M. and by this P.M. they were out. I have a small supply on hand but they won’t last long so send another supply. You might send a few every now and then so that I’d have them at all times.
I keep forgetting what I’ve written and what I put in my diary. You see & write
[page 2] things in that it that I can’t write home but I also write some of the things I write in letters and then I forget where I wrote them. So if you get any duplications or what seems omissions you know the reason why.
Sat. A.M. Had some rain and wind last night. Our tent waved and swayed in the gale but it held on. It was rather cold this A.M., however, made me go after hot water to do my shaving.
I’m going to try to send out a couple of V-mail letters to the boys just for the fun of it. I’ll try to do that today so they can be looking forward to them.