Harlem Springs

Aug. 19, 1945

 

Dear Ralph,

            I will try and write you a line or two and let you know we are still here and able to go.  Mom went to Preaching today and it lasted from 10 A.M. till 1 P.M. so I had a good sleep.  It is awful dry here now everything seems to be drying up there has been good rains all around I thought sure we would get one last-evening but it all cleared away and the stars was out in a short time.  A person will pretty near have to wait till it rains before you can do any kind of a job of plowing.  We threshed last Monday afternoon had 146# wheat-and 271# oats.  Those new kind of oats that I told you I had got and sowed up on the Hill along the lane is the kind of oats to sow.  I did not get mine thick enough but I had over 50# per acre and Jim had 61 on his.  I helped Bud McIntire Friday and he had over 900# bu.  And Otto McIntire will do his Tues. Morning then that will leave me 3 more jobs to do.  I suppose it is nothing new in the Army to work on Sunday but Howard Noble was combining his oats today and it seemed to make a louder racket than ever.  Denzel Carpenter who has been home on a furlough has to go back in the morning.  He asks about you about every time I talk to him. He has to go back to a Hospital in one of the southern states.  He was wounded in the leg last time and they are trying to fix him up.  Barney went to camp Friday.  He had 30 days at home.  There was lots of bell ringing and whistle blowing when the word came that the Japs had give up and I expect you would hear it as soon as we would but today’s paper says they are still fighting in some places yet – If it had not been for killing American prisoners they ought to have let them had a few more of them new kind of Bombs.  Then maybe they would of quit quicker.  Start till Sunday Evening she took us down to Del Roy Sunday afternoon Dad is about as Krankey as ever did not have much to say.  He had a Big time fun finding out who Marjorie was - said he did not know Ralph was Married.  I called her up Thursday evening to see if she had any late word from you and she had just got yours of 7.  This Friday Mom got one dated 5 and Ila got hers that you wrote the 8 the same day. 

            I did not get this finished last night - so I will try it over again tonight.  I went to Carrollton this afternoon to get Mom’s glasses fixed and then went out to the Community sale and bought 5 white Pigs so if we do not butcher till next year maybe we can have a ham or two.  Frank Goswell brought them home for me he brought 2 calves home once before and said any time I had any thing to bring down he would bring it for me.  When Marjorie was down we gave her a slab of Bacon.  She wrapped it up and put in her suitcase like it was a sack of gold.  I see by tonight’s paper that Floyd Sharp who went where you did is due to arrive in N.Y. City Wednesday of this week on the Queen Mary.  We are going to have to renew our subscription to the Carrollton Repository so maybe we can see in advance when the 893rd is due to arrive.  Mom says she wants some room on this so I had better quit pretty soon.

                                    Write whenever you can

                                                       As ever  Pop

 

 

Dear Ralph,

            I guess Pop has told you all the news.  He has gone to bed and I am trying to write.  I washed today and Ila and I are going to can beans tomorrow.

            We sold 60 roosters and 11 hens Friday. I am keeping a rooster or two for you or maybe a hen.

            It is hot tonight. I wish it would rain.

            Three years ago tomorrow afternoon I was ironing shorts and shirts.  Remember?   It doesn’t seem that long but time goes so fast.  It is too late to send you a card so I guess I will send one to Marjorie.  Otto Wilson and Florence are working in Madison’s bakery in Carrollton.

            Well I will go to bed now as it is getting late, and I will write more soon.  Write whenever you can.

                                    Love,

                                         Mom.