Betty Davis Eyes (Roscoe)

Letter transcription:

Jan. 14, 1943

Dear Mother,

I’m writing again just after noon day chow. We are going to have some repair work done and I’ve been appointed to supervise while Fred & Dr. P. work otherwise but so far no one else has appeared so I’ll make use of the time. Our mail this A.M. wasn’t and I’ll say no more along that line, only maybe save some space at the end for late comment.

It’s been some time since I’ve written the boys and I’m gradually working up to that pitch and probably will in a few days but right now there are eight letters to be answered. Those were mostly Christmas greetings and one to Hickey and Barry the drug salesman. There really isn’t much need to hurry about those but with the show every night our writing time is cut short.

We had ice cream today. It seems some ice cream mix showed up and a hand freezer so our mess cooks mixed up a batch

[page 2] and it wasn’t bad either. Very smooth. Tasted like the kind Boonie used to make, so it really had a homey touch. It wasn’t frozen very hard but that is just the way I like it. It really went pretty good on a hot dry summer day.

It really is a shame I can’t be there when all this winter weather is going to waster because you know I always like winter weather best. And you like the good ole summer. You’d enjoy this climate swell but just happened to think I’ve seen several cases of eczema just like yours so it happens in warm climates just the same as cold. One fellow was sensitive to menthiolate and when his feet were painted for athlete’s feet he sure had a pair of hoofs on him. And incidentally he is from Marshall Ill. There is also a boy here from Fort Wayne Ind, but I don’t see any I know from around home only the Lontz boy in the army and I’ve only seen him once.

The working party has been here and

[page 3] gone so now our home is remodeled again. You’d be surprised to see the evolution of the housing situation or I should say tent situation has gone thru.

Up to now this letter has been in three hitches for I stopped to take a shower and then fixed clean clothing and then decided to work on shells. Just trying a new idea. So far it isn’t so hot but I still think the idea good. We always have some little time in the P.M. for nonsense so that is about the only way we have of spending it. Fred & Dr. P. don’t do any work on shells – They gather a few. Dr. P. has sent some home but Fred hasn’t as yet.

It’s almost time for P.M. mail so I’ll see if I can add a line when and if any comes. No mail period. The show was pretty good “The Great Lie” starring Betty Davis and Geo. Brent. There was lots of true to

[page 4] life narrative in the thing, but a little to sad and a little to true to life for out here. The theme song was “Tonight We Love” and I believe I’ve heard John play it or something similar. Dr. P. says his daughter plays it quite often. I can’t say that Betty Davis is the best acress in the world but she was pretty good in this it seemed to fit her moody temperament but I don’t like her popeyes – Looks too much like a hyper thyroid.

Well,
Lots of Love –
Daddy

LT (jg) Yegerlehner MC USNR
Receiving Station
U.S. N.A.B.
Noumea New Caledonia
c/o Fleet P.O.
San Francisco Calif.

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When it rains it pours (Gladys)

Letter transcription:

Kentland Ind
Jan. 14 – 1943

Dear Daddy –

I didn’t get the line added to yesterday’s letter so will just start another and put both in same envelope. I don’t make a habit of this but we were so late getting home from Laf. last night I didn’t get my letter on the night mail as I sometimes do. The old saying about raining and pouring seems true. John had a stiff neck this morning and had quite a time getting up but finally made it. He is much better but his neck still is a little sore and he moves around very carefully. He and Mark have both been home today and are getting pretty noisy. I think they can both go back to school tomorrow, but I thought another

[page 2] day at home would do Mark more good than going back to school. He is feeling about normal now. It is warmer and I think he can be turned out by tomorrow.

Had a letter from Mother today and she said she would come back up. I am going to call her and tell her to come on the bus to Laf. and since I have to go down tomorrow will meet her there. I think since Thelma has gone to Norfolk to live she feels a little left out in T. H. Not that she saw much of Thelma, but she knew as long as T. was in T.H. Jim would come back when possible and now that she is in Norfolk he won’t try to come so often – Mother thought Jim was coming back for Christmas and she stayed in T.H. for that reason but instead of Jim coming back Thelma went there – and stayed.

I had a letter from Jim, he had written on the back of their camp – “Bee Lines” – official publication of the “Seabees.”

[page 3] I talked to Agnes Molter again today about that tax business and when I get straightened out over this sinus infection will go down to the office and she is going to write you a letter about that 1941 tax payment. She still insists that we let that payment go – but I’ll let her do the explaining and also about 1942. She wrote in about that payment we didn’t make and received a reply – but when I talk to her will get it all straight.

My sinus is still draining and the drainage isn’t very good tasting. I am going back tomorrow and get another treatment. Also I am going to take the Baby down to Dr. Cole and let him check him over. He feels pretty good today – hasn’t any temperature but coughs some. It doesn’t bother him while he sleeps, but I will be glad when he gets rid of it. I think he is as good as John or Mark but I am afraid we are more apt to spoil him. However he still lies in his bed or on the bath table and watches his hands for long periods at a time.

[page 4] Dorothy is here and is getting ready to go to town so will let her mail this for me. She is going with me to Laf tomorrow. She was telling me the Johnson baby kept Ed up the first night they were home from the hospital. Ed was in the restaurant for breakfast and a little sleepy.

This is Thurs & she has to take food home to fix for supper – the proverbial Busman’s holiday.

Must close –
Love
Mother

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Was That Mean? (Roscoe)

Letter transcription:

1/13/43

Dear Mother,

About the middle of the P.M. wind blowing moderately and the sun hot. That covers the usual items of the news in short order. This A.M. I got your letter of Dec. 15, one from Ira Dixon written Nov. 28, a Christmas card from the Joe Mullen family and a letter from Hicky Reinhart. That was better than no mail at all but still not good. Your letter was a little short due to the J.A.M.A. add which I did nothing about. Guess they’ll have to get along without my 8⁰⁰. I wish you would however contact Dr. Mathews and pay my Co. Med due. It should be about 11⁰⁰. Maybe I should pay that – but I just asked Fred and Dr. P. what they were doing and they both said to hell with ‘em. So maybe it won’t be necessary. If you see

[page 2] him you might ask him what the other boys are doing. Only I just happened to think I guess I’m the only one – Since Dr. Oppenshaw didn’t belong to the Newton Co. Society. You might ask him what the Jasper Co. or the Iroquois Co. boys are going – that is if it’s handy don’t make a special effort.

In your last letter Mark was better and I presumed D. was also since you didn’t mention his case in that letter. As I told you before that (sickness) in the family is the biggest worry here and of course that is why mail means so much. Well there is no use to worry and as that won’t help. You have no reason to worry about our welfare here because we are all doing extra well in the good ole summer time.

I’m still working on this shell thing of yours and don’t expect it for some time as I just work in my spare time and when I’m in the mood and since I’ll be here for some time – (as far as I know-) there

[page 3] isn’t any real hurry.

Our show tonite is The Navy Blues. It sounds as if it could be bad or good but I’d hate to bet in either direction. Maybe I can add a line afterwards.

These necklaces that I’m making – you don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to. They are a curiosity but not a thing of beauty. So just because I made it is no reason that you have to wear it. Hope that is clear. In fact they probably won’t stand too much wear.

It is now after the show and it was a good navy show if true but the things they do just aren’t according to the way I heard it.

Fred got some pictures today of his boy and he was remarking how much he had grown. I couldn’t let him get ahead of me so I said that my boy had grown also. So I got your picture we had taken when we I was home and had them look at

[page 4] you and then at D. pictures. Was that mean? Anyway it was true.

The mail this P.M. was better. Your letters of Dec. 16 and 17 came today – along with a greeting card and letter from the folks and one letter from Floyd. I can’t kick about as to the amount but would like some a little later. I am just wondering if you went home Christmas.

I know you have lots to do because even with one child lots of my Mothers used to have trouble keeping up and you have everything so I know you have a job. I really feel guilty having what you might call bankers hours, and you with all the responsibility of the home and D. but under the circumstances I can’t do anything about it – This is not of my choosing as you know but we hope

[page 5] and pray thing will turn out for the best. And what a home coming when it does come. So much for that.

I’m all out of shells and the thing I’ve made won’t go over my head so I’ll have to make another trip to the sea – and maybe I can find some more coral. The kind I sent before is hard to find for it is just freshly broken loose, but I’ll keep trying when I do have a chance to go out again.

I can think of nothing I’d like that you might send so don’t worry. I think all the Christmas packages came. I wrote Funks and thanked them and wrote the Sisters so that answers again your questions.

So Solong good night and lot of love,
Daddy

Lt (jg) Yegerlehner MC USNR
Receiving Station
U.S. N.A.B.
C/0 F. P. O.
San Fran. Calif.

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Sunday’s Obituary – Elizabeth (Krieble) Schiele

Schiele, Elizabeth (Krieble) - Obituary, 1922

Terre Haute Tribune, 14 February 1922, p. 2

MRS. ELIZABETH SCHIELE

By Special Correspondent
CLAY CITY, Ind., Feb. 14 – Mrs. Elizabeth Schiele, aged 78 years, died very suddenly of heart disease, at the home of her daughter, Mrs. John Yeagerlehner, near Clay City. The deceased was a widow of the late Michael Schiele, a prominent farmer of Harrison township for many years. She is survived by two sons and three daughters, Sylvester of Chicago; Reuben of Clay City; Mrs. John Schwartz of Barrington, Ill.; Mrs. Dina McQuery and Mrs. Lavina Yeagerlehner of Clay City. There also survives two brothers and a sister, Rev. Wm. Kriedler of Coal City; Joseph Kriedler of Illinois, and Mrs. Sarah Comstock of Ohio. The funeral will be held Wednesday afternoon. Interment in Greenwell Cemetery.

Schiele, Elizabeth with Nancy, Mae & baby Jack - c1910

Elizabeth with her daughter Nancy, Mae & Jack Fouts (Image courtesy of Jane Riley)

Elizabeth was the daughter of Isaac and Anna (Haldeman) Krieble. She was born on 3 April 1844 in Pennsylvania, possibly in Worcester Township, Montgomery County. She was the tenth of thirteen children. Within the next few years, the family moved to Montville in Medina County, Ohio. By 1860, the family moved again, this time settling in Owen County, Indiana. Elizabeth had a relationship with a man named James McCoy, whether as a married couple or not is unknown. Elizabeth gave birth to her daughter Nancy on 16 April 1866. Ten months later, Elizabeth became the second wife of Michael Schiele. Michael and Elizabeth were the parents of eight children: William, Sylvester, Doretta, Susan, Lovina, Nathan, Andrew and Charles. Michael died in 1897, leaving Elizabeth a widow for almost 25 years. They are buried together at Greenwell Cemetery, Harrison Township, Clay County, Indiana.

Schiele, Michael & Elizabeth (Krieble) - gravestone

Photograph courtesy of John C. Monk

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Book of Me – Prompt 9: Halloween

book of meThe Book of Me – Written by You is a weekly blog prompt created by Julie Goucher of the blog Angler’s Rest. This is a fifteen month writing project to highlight my life so that I will have something to leave behind for my descendants. The Book of Me prompt for week 9 is Halloween.

Have you ever participated in a Halloween event?
When was it?
Where was it?
What did you dress as?
Trick or Treat?

Yegerlehner, Deborah - Halloween, 1990s (U. of M)

A Dancer of the Ballet Russe, c1990s, University of Michigan in Ann Arbor

Halloween is on my top ten list of  favorite times of the year. Heck, who am I kidding?  It’s in the top five and often ties for the top spot. I can’t ever remember not celebrating Halloween. As someone who grew up to become a college theatre major and costume designer, this one is a no brainer. We got to dress up and get free candy?!? Sign me up, please!

When I was kid, we did all the traditional stuff. Of course, we dressed up. Some costumes were store bought, but mostly we were very creative and made our own. One year, my brother and I made a robot costume out of a giant cardboard box. We were both in the box and it was complicated. This is also back in the days when you could still wear a costume to school for Halloween, even in high school.

We went “trick or treating”. I don’t really remember my mom going around with us like I’ve always gone with my kids. We were on our own. When we were younger, our route was the three streets that made up our neighborhood. Some years my church tried to con us into taking the small UNICEF boxes around to collect donations instead of candy. That didn’t take too well. There was a dentist who lived on our street. He usually handed out toothbrushes instead of candy. An elderly woman around the corner passed out change from her coin jar. Our well earned loot would be parceled out and gobbled up over the next few weeks.

Yegerlehner, Deborah - Halloween, 1984 or 1985

Last time trick or treating, mid1980s

As we got older, we wandered through all the neighborhoods off our section of Chandler Street, basically from our neighborhood all the way down to Worcester State. We made it pretty far and were gone for hours. Growing up in New England, it also tended to be fairly cold some years. Heavy clothing was often incorporated into the costume. I also remember a couple years in which we crossed our fingers that it wouldn’t snow. When I got older, I went out with my high school friends. I think the last time I went was probably my junior year in high school.

I recall Halloween parties which included bobbing for apples and eating donuts off strings. My brother and I built haunted houses in our basement. We would hang sheets and blankets from the metal supports of the drop ceiling. Another year we rigged up stuff in the front yard to scare the “trick or treaters.” This involved fishing wire and the big tree in front of the house.

Yegerlehner, Deborah - Halloween, 1985In Worcester, there was always a haunted house put on by the Worcester Science museum. Or it was by the Museum. It was a tradition for many years. I think they closed it down when I got older. The haunted house was a two story building that they decked out every year.  It was pretty scary, at least for an elementary school aged kid.

We always carved a pumpkin. This required a trip to a local pumpkin patch. Back then, the pumpkin patch was just a farmer’s stand, not the big extravaganzas we see today. I don’t remember the name of the one we usually went to but it was over the city line in the small town of Paxton on route 9.

Sweeney - Pumkpin Carving, 2010Nowadays, I get to watch my kids follow the same traditions. We always carve a pumpkin. Everyone is old enough that each gets his own (including the adults). Tomorrow will be our annual jaunt to the pumpkin patch. Besides the pumpkin purchase, there will be animals to pet and games to play. One of the local teachers opened up their land a few years ago and created Fog Willow Pumpkin Patch. Lots of kindergarten students in the district have their annual fall field trip there. Pumpkin carving will be executed in the afternoon. Last night, my Girl Scout troop hosted a “Monster Mash” Halloween party for the younger girls in the service unit. We had almost 200 girls in attendance. And on Thursday night I will accompany my children around the neighborhood while my husband mans the door with the bowl of candy.

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In case you missed some of my previous letters (Gladys)

Letter transcription:

Kentland Ind
Jan 13 – 1943

Dear Daddy –

No letters today but probably some tomorrow. There wasn’t much mail except some adv. & my O.E. S. dues notice. In case you have missed some of my previous letters I will relate briefly about things. I had a strep throat – and the little bug wasn’t satisfied to stay in my throat. I suppose it was one of the same family, but traveled up to my sinus. I went to Dr. Ade and had treatments, thought I was about out of the “woods,” then Sun. the left side of my face began to ache and also drain – the drainage kept up and I thought would be cleared after so much discharge but that didn’t end it. It just kept draining and I called Dr. Ade today. He said I should come down and have it washed out. I went down and he punched a hole and washed the left side and what stuff came out. No wonder my face hurt. He said it would need another treatment, and I am to go back Fri. Also I am going to have Dr. Linp x-ray those teeth in the morning to double check on any possible tooth infection. Also if I can’t get this thing

[page 2] cleared up pretty soon I am going down to the hospital and stay a day or two but hope that won’t be necessary. I am not running any temperature and feel well enough to be up but can’t seem to shake this thing. Then too the baby has a little cold but no temperature. I talked to Dr. Cole while in Dr. Ade’s and he said if the baby should start running a temp. to bring him to the hospital, so don’t worry about us as I have written before will go to St. E. if necessary – but I don’t want to go unless it is necessary. Mark went with me today. He didn’t have any temp. today but I thought I would keep him home this week since it is so cold and he was pretty sick, Sat., Sun. & Mon. He still had a little temp. yesterday but very slight. As I told you before about him, he got his from wearing wet clothes all evening. When he came in wet I told him to go change & he changed his pants and left on his wet underwear. John has kept well thru all this and has been my right hand-man. He deserves a medal for distinguished service. He is very patient about what he does but he was not very tolerant with Mark over his illness. Said if Mark

[page 3] would have changed his clothes as he should have done he wouldn’t have been sick. However I told him not to scold. Now enough about our aches and pains. It is still cold but the highway is cleared off so driving isn’t dangerous. I’ll just about use up my ration tickets if I keep making these trips – which I hope to soon be thru with, for this purpose, I still have 16 gal to buy before Jan 21 and this is the 13th.

Clarice kept the baby for me today. She was home doing ironing & mending and has said so many times she would like to keep him, and he is so good I don’t mind leaving him there when necessary. I wouldn’t make a habit, or leave him to go to parties, etc.

Last night we were listening to Fibber McGee program and they were visiting a hospital. They went up an elevator that sounded about like the automatic at St. E. – then Bill Mills the orchestra leader, was the patient they were visiting, pressed the button for the nurse. They asked him why and he said he rung for a nurse so they wouldn’t be disturbed for an hour. At the end of the program a nurse came in and Billy said, “You didn’t need to drop everything you were doing and rush in here.” I really got a laugh when I heard that elevator.

[page 4] John & Mark have gone to bed and David isn’t awake yet for his 10 P.M. bottle. I am now putting raw egg yolk in the formula & he also takes pablum, Vit C tablets & Oleum percomorph. He is too big now for the basket. I have the baby bed Mary Parttens sent me in the den but am going to move it upstairs for him to sleep in at night and fold the studio couch out and use that for him during the day.

Bart put your address in the paper. He didn’t put New Caledonia and Bob H. wrote you a letter just c/o Fleet P.O. San F. He thought you might not get it so wrote another after he got your last.

Haven’t had any recent word from Floyd & Ruth so don’t know what the situation is. It is hard to keep track of them they are traveling so much. I would like to see the movies he took of us – wish you could see them too – Well, I’ll get some good pictures taken and sent to you.

It is time for me to go to bed so I’ll add a line in the A.M.

Love Mother

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I am by myself this P.M. (Roscoe)

Letter transcription:

Jan 12, 1943

Dear Mother,

I’m by myself this P.M. as Fred & Dr. P. are out for the an airing as well as some business. So I might have to work right in the middle of this in case something popps up.

This A.M. I got a call to go to the Commanding Officer’s office for a telephone call, and that was a thrill because that hasn’t happened in about 7 mo. (We don’t have telephones here like in the states). Well when I got there they said the number was the Red Cross so I immediately thought something was amiss. But what they wanted to tell me was – that my answer back to you had been delivered. That was the answer I sent after I got the telegram

[page 2] about the arrival of D. So you see things don’t travel very fast. Then I got a V-mail letter form you dated 9-21-42. In it you told me you had received 5 letters and that you had sent 12 stamps. Those have never arrived. The only stamps I ever received from you were in the Christmas box and those were stamped envelopes. That mail was a little old but appreciated just the same, better than any we are getting now.

I went over to the seashore this A.M. to pick up a few more shells – didn’t have enough – but I know where to go so didn’t spend much time – Just ran over and picked them up.

Dr. Loop was in again today – just for a short time. He wanted to get some things we have in our store.

[page 3] One In one letter I believe it was Sun. I gave you the income since I joined the Navy. I don’t remember what it was I gave you before – but this amount is the official amount. This will be sent in as taxable. I’ll repeat it again. $1317.79 The other amount that I gave you – I figured myself so it may not have been correct.

What is Indiana like now with all the rationing? I can’t imagine how things would be with only 4 gal. of gas per week. Coffee cut down. Meat cut down. What are people doing? Or can you tell any difference? Possible people have written me of those things but I just haven’t heard about them yet. Meaning no mail. I wasn’t going to say anything about that but I just couldn’t seem to write without bringing it in some way. I’m just wondering

[page 4] if our mail is getting that way. Sure hope it is because I know what it is not to have letters now and then.

I’ll finish this after the show – That is I we have one – Later-

The show was “I can’t give you anything but Love Baby,” but the title was misleading. It was a mixture between gangs and lovers – funny but very light in the plot. There was also a Donald Duck feature and of course those are always funny.

Well, I’ve got to get the address below so solong love Daddy

Lt  (jg) Yegerlehner MC USNR
Receiving Station
U.S. Naval Advanced Base
Noumea, New Caledonia
c/o Fleet P.O.
San Francisco Calif.

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Will try this again (Gladys)

1943-01-12Letter transcription:

MRS R S YEGERLEHNER
KENTLAND
INDIANA
1-12-43

Dear Daddy –

Will try this again. The boys have been using V-mail and I used just air mail but since you asked for this, here ‘tis. We are all better today. Mark has to stay in bed but he has only a slight temperature 4 points in the red. I told him if he kept quiet this afternoon he could get up in the morning. John will be glad of that because he has been waiting on him and doing his work and Mark’s too. David is on his bath table but isn’t liking it too well. He usually likes to lie and kick, but I just put him back in his bed and now he is ‘singing.’ The way he moves when he is awake makes me think of perpetual motion. I don’t know how cold it is today but the storm windows on the south upstairs were frosted over. I noticed Zell’s south windows were frosted too. The J.A.M.A. came today. Do you want that renewed? I asked you once or twice before but no answer. Got a letter from Uncle Wes this A.M. He said he sent you some maps and was sending an atlas. Lucile Johnson came home from the hospital today – Jimmy Ed is a week old but they are so crowded over there (Watseka). I stayed just a week longer than she did. I sent Jimmy Ed a gift and wrote her a letter and she answered. Said she thought she had better write letters before she comes home. Catty Wilson is going to stay with them for a while. At one week J.E. has gained 5 oz. and at that rate he will soon be a heavy weight. My right sinus is OK but there is some infection in the left but it keeps draining all the time, so maybe it will soon get cleared up.

Love Mother

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Blue Monday (Roscoe)

Letter transcription:

Jan 11, 1943

Dear Mother,

Just another blue Monday – in fact a little more so because I’m stiff and sore from too much exercise at the beach. It’s like this a fellow goes out there and squats and bends picking up shells then walks a little ways further and the same thing over again and in the course of an hour it’s a pretty good class exercises. Then a swim afterwards and that’s just too much but the whole thing will wear off by tomorrow. Then in a few days will do the same thing again.

Dr. Loop of Lafayette is spending part of the day. He ate chow with us and is now out with someone else he became acquainted with. I think you probably have heard me talk of him.

So far today I’ve gotten a letter Christmas greeting combination from

[page 2] Uncle Wess written Dec. 10. Our other mail must be stacking up someplace around. I’ve said that so many times that I’m not going to mention mail anymore until it comes thru (Promise).

I’m still working on that shell thing for you. It’s another necklace [necklace]. I forgot to tell you those things may be rather fragile and won’t stand much wear and tear and in case the string breaks they have to be strung only from one end. You’ll understand if you ever try to string them. These I’m making now are the same way. As I told you before, it’s a harmless past time which I starta sorta get a kick out of s bear with me.

Fred is puttering around trying to fix the corners of our tent, so that it won’t leak. I guess that is the first you knew I lived in a tent again. We had complications in the hut so Dr. P., Fred and I moved into a modernized tent.  Everything modern but running water and toilet. Even the water runs for we have a big china

[page 3] picker [pitcher] the mess boy fills each morning. And it has a gauze cover to keep out the dust & flies. And we also have two stainless steel wash basins – nothing slow about that. And two steel lockers to keep our clothes in. My Blues are still in that pulman bag I bought in Norfolk. I put plenty of moth balls in with them and haven’t seen them for weeks. Hope they are still ok. Why we needed blues and whites is more than I can say but we have them just the same.

So far today it has been pleasant very little rain and considerable wind, but by evening it could be raining cat and dogs. It sometimes turns out like that. – – – Evening and not much rain – Just didn’t have one. The Chaplin was here for a short time and shot the bull but he didn’t stay long. He is a pretty good

[page 4] egg but not much on the sermons. I think he was used to preaching longer sermons than he is supposed to and to condense into 10 min or less is hard for him to do. We do sing lots and of course that adds to the service. The whole thing lasts about 45 min.

Dr. Loop gave me a pretty good idea where all the Drs. around Lafayette are located. He didn’t join the Navy until late in Oct. I believe he said. He knew about you being in the hospital. Well, I’ll have to stop writing so I’ll have room to put the address at the bottom – since I forgot to put it on the top.
So Solong
Love Daddy

Lt (jg) Yegerlehner MC USNR
Receiving Station
U.S. N.A.B.
Noumea New Caledonia
c/o Fleet P.O.
San Francisco Calif

P.S. The amount of money taxable after I got in the Navy was $1317.79. Dr. P. was writing his home and I thought I’d send this again. This is the correct amount.

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Wordless Wednesday – Elizabeth (Schwartz) Yegerlehner

Grace Wolf & Elizabeth (Schwartz) Yegerlehner

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Elizabeth (Schwartz) Yegerlehner with her granddaughter Grace Wolfe, c.1910

Original image from the private collection of the author, Deborah Sweeney.
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