A Few Pictures (Roscoe)

: December 30, 1943 envelope

: December 30, 1943, p. 1

: December 30, 1943, p. 2

Letter transcription:

Lieut. R.S. Yegerlehner USNR
USN Base Hosp. #4 Navy 133
F.P.O. San Francisco Calif.
Dec. 30, 1943

Dear Mother,

I’m writing this letter in between the usual times but since there is no show tonight I’ll write during that time. To begin with there was no mail today so there isn’t much to serve as a basis for writing. Secondly nothing has happened since yesterday so I guess I could stop here and now but with so little written that wouldn’t be proper so I’ll just keep writing something until something else comes into mind.

After the trip I sent you a few pictures and promised to send others. I thought I had gotten all of them sent but found two three in the drawer. I guess you have no difficulty picking me out of the group. The one is taken at the entrance of the small hotel with Mrs. McCormick the manager. In the other is Mrs. Mac. again with her two sisters and one of the sister’s boys. The mother of the boys is between Bob & I. The boys were thrilled at being able to talk personally with Americans.

You will note the teal tea table between Mrs. Mac. & I. That seems to be a very

[page 2] necessary article with them. It “sorta” reminded me of being out in the yard on Sun. PM and at home and having a round of cokes, but this is an every day affair, however, this happened to be Sun.

The one where I had my hat off I wasn’t going to send because it looks like the devil but it’s good of the others. Everything is the same only the father of the boys is taking the place of the sister who I taking the picture. Mr. Mac. Hadn’t gotten there as yet but his picture is in one of the pictures I sent before. That was the one with the frayed edges. Mrs. Mac opened the camera before turning it up the film.

I’ve certainly filled up space and hope I haven’t been too tiring. I probably could tell you more in the way of names and places but perhaps I’d better not or it might get the censors ax. Maybe some of this won’t pass.

Well, maybe the old year going out tomorrow will bring mail with it. I hope
Love Daddy

[Editor’s note: The photographs mentioned in this letter are not in my collection so they may no longer exist.]