Jan. 14 – '44

 

Dear Mom:

                        I don’t know what excuse I can give for not writing sooner. I guess I’m just a lazy boy. I know I have should have written sooner than this but really, Mom, there isn’t very much to say. However, I might say, that on New Year’s Day I went up in the mountains to “Lookout Mountains.” That is where “Buffalo Bill” is buried. This mountain is about 10, 000 feet above sea level and the view was beautiful. They sure gave them the right name, when they named them, “Rocky Mountains.” As that is just what they are. I didn’t know that Colorado was so rich in Gold, Silver, Lead, Coal and etc. I thought the Rockies where practically waste, other than timber.

                        I am still working at the Identification Bureau running (3) three laminating machines and doing alright. I’m feeling fine and everything is O.K. Sorry to hear you all had an attack of “Flu.” But equally as glad that you are all feeling OK again.

                        I received the money you enclosed but I thought we had that part settled.

                        You know after working all day, Mom, a fellow kind of looks forward in hitting the Hey! So, please forgive me for not writing sooner. One gets so tired and fed up with this life, that you just about give up.

                        I see you bad a 23 lb. Bird. I bet he sure looked pretty. I wish I could have been there, to work out on it a little. Believe me.

                        I haven’t heard from Normie or Charles either in a long while.

                        Tell, Pop, Marg, Marie and Girlei I said hello and hope they are feeling O.K. and I’ll write again a little later. So until then, Mom, I’ll say so long and also that I miss you terribly. One other thing, Mom, don’t think for a minute your letters are boring. You could write a million pages and I would love reading them all. So there. Now until a little later, Sweetheart, I’ll close and may God Bless you all.

 

                                                                                                Your little PFC

                                                                                                Norman Lee

 

 

P.S.

            Thank you for the congradulations of my 35th. Birthday. Getting old aren’t I?

                                                                                                Norm