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What do you think of Aunt Luna anyway. She certainly has neglected you well. I humbly beg your pardon | What do you think of Aunt Luna anyway. She certainly has neglected you well. I humbly beg your pardon and if you will only come in for supper we can patch it up I know. I made a jar of doughnuts this afternoon and you may have a bakers doz. and then some and if there are not enough I'll make more. I don't know whether you are still at Camp Funston, but will take a chance on it. Your family are alike when it comes to writing. I never hear from Ruth or Leone or J.H. or Don. What shall we do with them? | ||
Don you should see Leonard I think he reaches the measure at 5 ft 9 in now isn't that fierce for a 15 yr old kid. I think by the time he is of age he can put his father in his pocket if he keeps on. I wonder how you celebrated our Victory? Did you here [sic] us? Well I am not surprised for we certainly made a noise, and there never was such a parade here. It was some celebration, and some kept it up until four the next morning but I've come home early right after they finished with the Kaiser. They had him in a box like a rough box. (That is the box was filled | Don, you should see Leonard I think he reaches the measure at 5 ft 9 in now isn't that fierce for a 15 yr old kid. I think by the time he is of age he can put his father in his pocket if he keeps on. I wonder how you celebrated our Victory? Did you here [sic] us? Well I am not surprised for we certainly made a noise, and there never was such a parade here. It was some celebration, and some kept it up until four the next morning but I've come home early right after they finished with the Kaiser. They had him in a box like a rough box. (That is the box was filled with rags soaked with Gasoline) on the box it said (To Hell with the Kaiser) the box was fastened behind and auto, and dragged thro' the streets burning boys running after & yelling & shooting (it was bedlam let loose.) I suppose it is Honorable James H. McGhee now I believe I better write & congratulate him, I suppose he has been so big now, he won't ever want to come & eat any of my left over dishes well such is life. When you think you know your friends pretty well, they proceed to do some stunt you are not looking for. Just the same I am glad he landed that office he is the right man in the right place. By the way Don, do you know you have a pretty fine Dad and I bet he is proud of his soldier boy. He sure has a right to be. | ||
I wonder if you have had a tussle with the flu. Our town is in the clutches of it over 100 cases and some quite sick with double pneumonia, but no deaths so far. I think we have been | I wonder if you have had a tussle with the flu. Our town is in the clutches of it over 100 cases and some quite sick with double pneumonia, but no deaths so far. I think we have been especially favored. There have been so many deaths in our neighboring towns. I suppose if this was your best writing and you found a blot like this you would think it was intentional and meant a smacker as Robert says. but it was only my kicking pens fault not intentional I would rather have the real article than a make believe like that. Now the war is over, when you are mustered out are you coming back home? Are you ever going to visit us again. Some way I kind of feared when Aunt Maggie left us, you folks would soon forget us and that is certainly not our wish for we all think too much of you for that. I believe I am nearly run down, and you are probably tired so. Will continue in my next. | ||
Write when you can and want to. | Write when you can and want to. | ||
Love from Aunt Luna | Love from Aunt Luna | ||
Latest revision as of 15:15, 14 March 2020
Waukon, Iowa
Nov. 21/1918
My Dear Don,
What do you think of Aunt Luna anyway. She certainly has neglected you well. I humbly beg your pardon and if you will only come in for supper we can patch it up I know. I made a jar of doughnuts this afternoon and you may have a bakers doz. and then some and if there are not enough I'll make more. I don't know whether you are still at Camp Funston, but will take a chance on it. Your family are alike when it comes to writing. I never hear from Ruth or Leone or J.H. or Don. What shall we do with them?
Don, you should see Leonard I think he reaches the measure at 5 ft 9 in now isn't that fierce for a 15 yr old kid. I think by the time he is of age he can put his father in his pocket if he keeps on. I wonder how you celebrated our Victory? Did you here [sic] us? Well I am not surprised for we certainly made a noise, and there never was such a parade here. It was some celebration, and some kept it up until four the next morning but I've come home early right after they finished with the Kaiser. They had him in a box like a rough box. (That is the box was filled with rags soaked with Gasoline) on the box it said (To Hell with the Kaiser) the box was fastened behind and auto, and dragged thro' the streets burning boys running after & yelling & shooting (it was bedlam let loose.) I suppose it is Honorable James H. McGhee now I believe I better write & congratulate him, I suppose he has been so big now, he won't ever want to come & eat any of my left over dishes well such is life. When you think you know your friends pretty well, they proceed to do some stunt you are not looking for. Just the same I am glad he landed that office he is the right man in the right place. By the way Don, do you know you have a pretty fine Dad and I bet he is proud of his soldier boy. He sure has a right to be.
I wonder if you have had a tussle with the flu. Our town is in the clutches of it over 100 cases and some quite sick with double pneumonia, but no deaths so far. I think we have been especially favored. There have been so many deaths in our neighboring towns. I suppose if this was your best writing and you found a blot like this you would think it was intentional and meant a smacker as Robert says. but it was only my kicking pens fault not intentional I would rather have the real article than a make believe like that. Now the war is over, when you are mustered out are you coming back home? Are you ever going to visit us again. Some way I kind of feared when Aunt Maggie left us, you folks would soon forget us and that is certainly not our wish for we all think too much of you for that. I believe I am nearly run down, and you are probably tired so. Will continue in my next.
Write when you can and want to.
Love from Aunt Luna