The weather is as usual, very hot. The evening was cool though.
We had hot cakes with syrup for breakfast, along with bread and coffee and half an orange. For lunch I ate beans, bread with jam, water, and pudding. At supper there was stew, cold tea, cornbread, and peach cobbler.
I was up at 6:15 and had breakfast at the usual time. I finished Mother’s letter and sent it. I think she will be home by this time. She was in Waterloo, but was going to Clayton. They are pretty busy up there at this time of year. The harvest and thrashing are on full blast. I hear harvest “hands” are getting as high as five dollars a day. Men who cultivate the corn are asking as much as three dollars a day. That is a lot of money for such work.
I worked in the corrals this morning as usual and then this evening I worked in the corrals. The “TOP” gave us all a lecture about asking for a transfer from one unit of the remount to another and another. He said is was useless to bother him with requests for transfer. He has tried to get one himself and failed to obtain it. I don’t know why they are so hard on the men that way. We can not ever ask for a transfer from detail to detail here in the camp. We have to be satisfied with our present jobs & be glad we have it. (Or make believe we are glad to have it any how.)
I wrote to Aunt Francis tonight, and Honey Girl, too. Dear Girl. I had a dream last night about her. I thought I had lost her & I went mad. Then I woke up from the anguish of it. Thank God it was just a dream & she is not taken from me yet.
God is very good to me. I am not worthy of the least of His mercies.