Letter transcription:

1/10/43

Dear Mother,

I’ll start this now but I know it will have to be finished later because sick call is at 1300 and that is only a few minutes away. I’ve just written the folk their weekly (weakly) letter.

I didn’t tell you all that happened last night – we were given ½ doz. eggs – fresh- (Our eggs are all powdered and that isn’t good if you know what I mean). So we decided about 2100 to fry those eggs – with a hot plate and an improvised frying pan we set to work after begging butter, bread and onions. Fred’s egg was first. Dr. P next and mine last in that order. The first round was 100% perfect. The second round was 66 2/3 % because when my egg the last was dropped in the frying pan of hot sizzling butter it was bad all black and runny. I grabbed

[page 2] up the frying pan and got it out before the odor was too bad. Somehow I believe the fresh part of the egg deal was misrepresented. Anyway we had lots of fun. Sorta simple fun but something different. Fred had most of his second sandwich down so Dr. P. divided his with me.

The rain has been off and on most of the day very hot at times and cool if the sun isn’t shining.

No mail so far today. Some of the fellows have gotten V-mail letters much later than air and I know you will write those again when you get the word that I passed a few letters ago that they would be more speedy. The above was before 1300 – Now it is 2100 – and the show over and no mail. Dr. P. got a registered letter from his daughter. His father is very ill and he thinks his wife is sick due to the fact his daughter wrote. Those are things we out here fear most of all – sickness in the family, but

[page 3] it’s something we can’t help because there is bound to be more than one heartache from home here and out here back home so we just have to make the best of the whole thing. Keep busy and hope for the best.

Dr. P and I went shelling and swimming again this P.M. I should say shelling and swimming. I’m making you something else out of shells. You said the other thing was a hit so my ego is further again aroused and I’ll try something else. It gives me something to do in my spare time and time passes more rapid so you’ll have to accept them whether you like them or not.

We went to church tonite and to the show afterwards. There was a short Popeye feature and then Blondie & Dagwood. They of course were both good and funny and fun is what is needed here more than anything else.

[page 4] It rained some during the show but we were prepared with rain coats and hat so didn’t mind very much and what if we did get wet it is only a hop skip & jump to dry clothes and bed. And there is something about a show in the rain try it sometime – very romantic or I should say rheumatic.

Wish you could send us a doz. fresh eggs. Maybe I’d better not make that suggestion. It might be like the coke. Along with that same fresh-lettuce, cabbage celery etc. When those things are absent continually one sorta misses them.

Well dear don’t think I’m blue today – really I’m not. Not nearly as much as I have been –

Anyway lots of love
Daddy

Warning: The following Popeye cartoons were made during World War II in the early 1940s. By our modern standards and sensibilities, they are considered offensive. However, as a historian sharing history, I submit that sometimes we need to be reminded of how things really were.

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