My Grandfather’s Words: Sunday August 4, 1918


The weather is fair and HOT!

Available at breakfast: hotcakes & syrup, half a musk melon, grapenuts, and milk. At lunch we had chicken stew, noodles, fried green tomatoes, cake and ice-cream, spuds, and lemonade. At supper we had chicken stew, potato salad, bread, and sweet corn.

Usual routine. Up at 6:20 had a bath & felt pretty good. Went down on sick report, was marked for quarters again, was sorry too, as I had planned to go to town to see that doctor regarding nursing work for Honey Girl. I am suffering considerably from prickly-heat, which has broken out on various parts of my body. It is very unpleasant, causing one to itch fearfully.

I did not do anything worthwhile today. I just lay around and read, and sweat.

The water was turned off sometime in the evening so we had no water for supper or for drinking. It was turned back on around 7 P.M. We were without for about five hours. It made it very unpleasant for a time. One would not last long here without water. I was fortunate enough to have access to some, which the civilian laborers had drawn into the water cart. As to ice, they had a little left when the water was turned off & I drank some of it.

Ralph and I talked awhile in the evening. Then I took a bath, got into clean underwear. I went to the reading room & read until nearly midnight. I know I had not aught to have done that.

This reading mania, for it is nothing else, is with me like drinking is with some others. It seems I go on a reading spree every once in a while, just as they go on a drinking spree. May God help me to overcome it.

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