Ironbarr
January 11, 2003, 01:04 PM
In my mail today:
Dear Ma and Pa:
Am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marines beats working for Old Man Minch a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 5
a.m. but am now getting so I like to sleep late.
Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things -- no hogs to slop, hay to pitch, cows to milk, mash to mix, chickens to feed, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave, but it is not bad cause they git warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmin's like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, toast and coffee, but kind of weak on real biscuit, potatoes, ham with red eye gravy, or steak with milk gravy, fried pies and most other regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again.
It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route
marches," which, the Sgt. says, are long walks to harden us up.
If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys all get sore feet and we ride back in trucks. They ain't so smart I guess.
This country is nice, but awful flat and dry. The Sgt. is like a
schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is more like the school
board. Cols. and Gens. just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bull's-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higsett boys back home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable like and hit it. You don't even have to load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellows get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Betty Jean
PS. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is $2000 for barn roof and ma's teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good.
Dear Ma and Pa:
Am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marines beats working for Old Man Minch a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 5
a.m. but am now getting so I like to sleep late.
Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things -- no hogs to slop, hay to pitch, cows to milk, mash to mix, chickens to feed, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave, but it is not bad cause they git warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmin's like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, toast and coffee, but kind of weak on real biscuit, potatoes, ham with red eye gravy, or steak with milk gravy, fried pies and most other regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again.
It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route
marches," which, the Sgt. says, are long walks to harden us up.
If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys all get sore feet and we ride back in trucks. They ain't so smart I guess.
This country is nice, but awful flat and dry. The Sgt. is like a
schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is more like the school
board. Cols. and Gens. just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bull's-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higsett boys back home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable like and hit it. You don't even have to load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellows get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Betty Jean
PS. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is $2000 for barn roof and ma's teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good.