- July 18, 1942 Envelope front
- July 18, 1942 Envelope back
- July 18, 1942, p.1
- July 18, 1942, p. 2
Letter Transcription:
Kentland, Ind.
7-18-42
Dear Daddy,
I rec’d your Wed. letter this morning and from it I thought you would be on your way home but since I have not rec’d letters of later date or word otherwise I am still in a “wonder”. Well, I will send this air mail special hoping you will get it Sun. evening.
We are still in the midst of a heat wave, but it looks like we may get some rain this evening. We haven’t done much this hot weather but loaf around. Ruth¹ is still here. Hasn’t heard from Floyd² and doesn’t know when he will be back from his work in Michigan. I rather look for him sometime over this week-end but she doesn’t think so.
I haven’t tried to write this week and keep up the news because I thought you would be home. Parr resigned as county agent and took a job with Allison-They are going to sell + move to Danville-he will work in Indpls. I think the new county agent will take Parr’s house.
Mark is running around in bathing trunks this afternoon. He is going
(page 2) to turn the spray on after while –then he + Jimmy + Bobby will have a good time.
John is composing today. It is too hot for him to get out. There is a breeze stirring and we have everything open that we can so we are keeping as cool as possible with the breeze coming in now + then. The boys have been watching the thermometer all day and keep us informed as to the heat. The last report was 101°.
Will send Mark to the P.O. with this, so it will go out on the 4:30-
Love Mother
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I just have to wonder, what happened to my grandfather? The last letter he wrote was postmarked July 15th. In 1942, July 15th was a Wednesday. His letter was written and shipped out at 8:30 PM the same day. My grandmother received it Saturday morning which prompted her to write the above letter. Now presumably, my grandfather went to work Thursday morning (July 16th), found his commanding officer, and firmly demanded that he be granted leave. So then what happened? When did he finally leave Norfolk? He likely took the train home since he did not have the family car in Norfolk. The trip from Norfolk to Kentland is slightly less than 1,000 miles. In an earlier letter, my grandfather was reimbursed for his travel expenses and he commented on the mileage the Navy calculated for his trip from Kentland to Norfolk. I don’t know how long the train trip was, but since they discussed my grandmother taking a pullman (or sleeping car) when she came to Norfolk to visit, I would surmise that the trip takes a couple days or is a long overnighter. In his letter on Wednesday, my grandfather said he would either write before he left or call on the way home. By Saturday, it was three days later. Did he arrive later that day? Why didn’t he send word? Or did he? Since these events fall into one of those voids where letters were not necessary, I will probably never know the answer to these questions.
I continue to sort through the documents in my grandfather’s Navy file this week. I do know that he left Norfolk before the 20th and he was definitely home in Kentland on the 22nd. I am currently working on reconstructing a timeline for the next two weeks of my grandfather’s life in 1942. I’ll keep you posted!
Notes:
- Ruth (Salter) Yegerlehner was Floyd’s wife
- Floyd Yegerlehner was my grandfather’s youngest brother.





Actually I spilled it INTO the piano…..permanently damaged the sounding board. 😦
That definitely does not sound good…
I find it interesting that my dad would take the train home. I wonder just how close to Kentland he could get by train. Would that have been Indianapolis or Lafayette? There was no train station in Kentland. When I was growing up I don’t remember train stations anywhere. Also of interest, my mom’s offhand comment that John was composing. He was a musical prodigy, of course. As far back as I can remember he was an accomplished pianist. That’s the reason we had a grand piano at the old house in Kentland…and one of the traumatic moments in my childhood was spilling a glass of ginger-ale into the piano. I never lived that one down. Also, it’s hard for us to imagine what life was like when home air conditioning hadn’t been invented yet–or certainly wasn’t common. So my mother was pregnant with me…and the temperature was 101!
In Roscoe’s first letter, he talked about the long ride down and his lack of sleep. Later when they were planning Gladys’s trip to Norfolk, he gave instructions for transferring trains at Cinncinati, but then she decided to drive down with Dorothy Krull. If he took the train home, hopefully he got to Lafayette and then someone went to pick him up.
Many of Gladys’s letters talk about John practicing or concerts that he is playing in. And oh my! You spilled soda on the piano!