At Sea

Dear Mother

            The status of the place is just about the same. My main hope is to get to our new home Room so that I may be able to catch up with my mail. I am still able to put out a fair amount but the intake is way poor. One thing that I am looking forward to is personal issues of the Alumni News. I have not heard any new gossip because in the early stages I exhausted all the local boys.

            During these periods of maturity my mind runs back over many of the local scenery, which on weekends we used to enjoy. Perhaps the fall of the year stands out foremost in my mind. From a psychological point I figure that warm weather has set me to wishing for the coolness of the fall. I don’t want to go the whole hug and take an Omaha western of snow and below zero weather but I miss the crisp frosty mornings of October such as those days when we need to go to visit the Bottom at Charlestown, New Hampshire. Incidentally do you know if they are still alive? For some reason the other day I happened to recall the trip to Montreal. That heat up in that area was a little too much in hot climate before. In spite of the fact that I now have become used to heat in large lots. I don’t believe that I will settle in the south come what may.

            I figure today to try to try to write to Mrs. O. I have been meaning to do this ever since I came off the furlough last December. Only the other day did I get around to writing to the priest in Lenox. I have been owing him a letter for many months. I also owe one to the woman in Omaha who was so nice to during my stay. She has been in the hospital for quite a while but is now out. It is a big program but I’ll get after it with time. I will always write the reply letters home with all the promptness.

            Incidentally give old Ed R. my love should you see him.

Love

John