Here is the second letter out of eleven total that I have from Edmund. I will continue to post them chronologically. We can get to know him through his letters home, and also find out tidbits about other family members in the process! Please find the transcription below. Click on "comments" above to add your thoughts and/or memories! AUGUST 1943
Hello Mom, How is everyone and everything at the old homestead? I sure wish I could be there right now. It’s six o’clock, and I can see that big beautiful bowl of spaghetti, sitting up there on the table. What I couldn’t do to (gain) a couple pounds, even Uncle “dutch” would have to take a back seat. Speaking of the old coot, I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there on his visit. I always got a kick out of his crazy antics. If any of the family write to him anytime, relay my regards. Rose, your last letter to Yellow Water caught up with me, and I enjoyed it, very much. I thought I had thanked you for that delicioso candy, but evidently I didn’t. Thanks very much, and please excuse me for forgetting to do it sooner. I wrote to Mindo and Hugo right before leaving gunnery school. I hope my letter to Min didn’t get lost in that tie-up you mentioned. I’ll write to him again, just in case it did. I don’t think I told you that I received a nice long letter from brother H. He certainly picks up things fast, judging from the typing he does. My goodness, people go to school for a coupe yrs before they type like that, and he picked it up in a few weeks. I guess there isn’t anything he can’t make good at. He told me that he was going to transfer, as the office job was just temporary. What’s he doing now, Rose? Ma-maaa!!! I have another one of them sad stories to tell. With my transfer, as usual, there came no pay: and the next pay day is Sept 5th. Right now I’m flat as the stove lid, and I’m forced once again to send out an S.O.S. If you can find in your heart, (and pocketbook) to advance this leech $25, I would appreciate it very much. I hate like hell to keep asking for money. As I know it doesn’t grow on trees, and anyone gets tired after so many times of lending it out. I’m sorry to be such a pest, Mom. Well, I guess that’s all I have to say for now; except everything with me is all right. We’re not doing much as our pilots haven’t come in yet. I’ll have a lot to tell you when I start flying next week. Keep the old spirit up at the home front, Mom. I’ll be seeing you soon. Give my regards to Ida, Olga, Theresa, and all the boys. So long for now, and love, Ed
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