Kentland Locker Co. (Gladys)

Letter transcription:


Dear Daddy – Yours of Feb. 2 came today. I sent you two pictures of the snow that is beginning to leave us. It is getting dirty and has lost most of its beauty. Main street is so slushy overshoes are necessary in crossing the streets. I went to town this afternoon and selected our locker. It is a drawer on the second level and should be easily accessible. The Ford Garage is the room they are using and it should be ready for use in 60 days if materials can be secured that are necessary. It will be called the Kentland Locker Co. I went to Sheldon too, and got some necessary meats – a chicken, pork roast, sirloin steaks & sausage – also a box of strawberries (not trying to make you hungry). John is listening to Kay K. and Mark & David are in bed. Mark has to go to bed earlier because he can’t get along unless he has a lot of sleep. David has learned to climb up on the hamper by the lavatory and turn the water on – also puts the soap, tray, glass, etc., down into the bowl. He fell off the hamper once today but got up and climbed right back up. Also throws various things into the toilet bowl. The curfew just sounded – the siren – they used to ring a bell but changed to the siren. Our boys are all safely home – the curfew doesn’t bother them.

Love – Mother

YEG1944-02 - Mark in snow

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1 thought on “Kentland Locker Co. (Gladys)

  1. davidmadison1942

    Sad to say I really don’t know where the Ford garage and the locker were. Maybe by the time I was old enough to remember the locker wasn’t used that much any more.

    “John is listening to Kay K.” I wonder what that was….a radio show perhaps?

    I guess I was a terror in the bathroom as well!

    “The curfew just sounded – the siren – they used to ring a bell but changed to the siren.” Seems so strange to have had a curfew in the middle of Indiana. “Curfew” is a clever word, comes from two French words: couvre (to cover) and feu (fire). Literally, to cover the fire for the night.


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