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My Grandfather’s Diaries: Saturday August 3, 1918

The weather promises to be hot again today.

Breakfast was corn flakes, milk, coffee, and spuds. At lunch we had roast pork, spuds, water, bread, and prunes. For supper we had lima beans, spuds, spaghetti with sauce, and bread.

Usual time of arising, am going on sick report this A.M. My side is sore. Went to the doctor and he marked me barracks for the day.

I had a fine dear letter from Honey Girl today. She is yet undecided what to do & the way is not clear to me yet either. She has not started to work up there yet, so she is just uncertain what the Lord’s will is for us. Sometimes it looks as if it would be better to wait awhile. If the war gives any indication of being over this fall & it does, something will be more certain. I think though, that I might be released before long to go back home. But one doesn’t know. I will just keep on asking God to guide us. He will I am sure of that.

I just lay around today – did not do a useful thing. Have not even read a portion of the Word yet. I just feel mean. There seems to be nothing here to do except stagnate. I read a book of Kipling’s called Plain Tales From the Hills. It isn’t very good, not good enough to waste a second reading on. For the most part it is just a series of tales about foolishness & folly in India.

My Grandfather’s Words: Friday August 2, 1918

The weather was nice and cool this morning.

Breakfast was hotcakes & syrup, corn flakes, milk, and coffee. For lunch we had spuds, wieners, bread, water, and prunes. For supper we had watermelon, spuds, tea, and bread.

Up at 6:15 the usual routine. My side is so sore that I did not feel like going and getting a bath. The paper states this morning that the Huns are fleeing again. God grant that it is true, that they may soon give up, that this terrible war may cease and families be reunited.

There were some new men came in this morning. They were shouting as they came past in cars.

I worked today, but my side hurt so very much it was like torture almost. I shall go on sick report tomorrow again to have it examined again. I hate to go down there because they get the idea that a man is gold bricking as they call it, playing off. But I don’t seem to get any better.

I had a wonderful letter from Mary Dear today and I answered it. She is still out to Dunkerton resting up. She enjoys it very much out there.

I went to town last evening to get a hair cut. I found a place where they cut it for a quarter. The camp barber is on furlough & I was getting rather woolly that I had to do something.

It has been a pretty hard day and I am tired.

My Grandfather’s Words: Thursday August 1, 1918

Weather was hot all day, but got a bit cooler in the evening.

At breakfast there was spuds, coffee, and bread. At lunch we had boiled ham, cabbage, water, spuds, and pudding. For supper we had liver & onions, lima beans, cake, and water.

Up at the usual time, passed up my bath. Went on sick report. I had had to cut the bandage. It was too tight & I cut it across. The doctor called me for that & put more adhesive on me & marked me for duty. I inquired about my new glasses. Sargent Daily said something to effect that they were ready and had come into the office. He would look it up. He couldn’t find them & so wrote some kind of excuse about them being mislaid. I took that and went over to the hospital with it. I got the specs. They are larger than the old ones and have white metal frames with clear glass. They hurt my eyes a little. I will have to get accustomed to them, I guess.

I had no letter from Mary today & none yesterday either. It may be the letter is delayed in the mail. I pray that she is all right & has not become ill. My Sweetheart. I wonder.

I went up to the Y tonight and the Y secretary asked me if I could go out to a camp meeting next Tuesday evening. They want to get about sixty or seventy men to go. Then the people at the camp can send in cars after them and bring them back again. I agreed to go if I could get a pass. It will be a rather nice trip, I think. I will try to get Ralph to go, too.

My Grandfather’s Words: Wednesday July 31, 2018

Up at first call this morning. The weather is hot again, but there is a nice north breeze this evening.

Breakfast was hotcakes and syrup, and coffee. For lunch there was roast beef and turnips, break, water, and pudding. For supper I had cold tea, bread and tomatoes.

Usual morning routine. I went out to work. My ribs hurt quite a bit. At about 8:30 I asked Sargent Hetyler for permission to visit the doctor & have him look at my ribs. He put a civilian on the water cart & let me go. The doctor looked me over, examined my ribs & then strapped me up again. He gave me a certificate to stay on my bunk today.

I have had a lazy day, not doing anything but being lazy. The ribs are sore yet tonight and the tape is so tight that I can hardly breathe. I guess that is what I need thought, to have my chest strapped in so I could not expand it so.

I did not have a letter from Mary Dear today, but had two yesterday. I shall write her tonight & try to write Dan in Dallas, too. He sent me a bundle of Faithful Words & I must write and thank him.

I ate the last of the stuffed dates that Mary sent me. They have lasted pretty good. I only ate two or three at a time.

The evening’s paper says the Huns are reforming their lines & trying to hold the allies in check. I pray God that they fail & that they not only fail there , but everywhere else, too. I fear that peace will only come with the Huns giving up entirely & almost unconditionally.

My Grandfather’s Words: Tuesday July 30, 1918

Weather is hot. A fast wind blew a few clouds racing across the sky.

At breakfast there were spuds, coffee, and fresh peaches. For lunch roast pork, spuds and gravy, and pudding, bread and water were on offer. At supper there was stew, peas, pumpkin pie, bread, and lemonade.

Up at 6:05. Hurried and bathed and dressed by 6:20. I took the adhesive tape off my body last evening and my ribs are a little sore. They bothered me quite a bit today. Same old job, same old heat. Took up an ice fund last P.M. and bought 30 cents worth today. I have 16 cents for tomorrow. Most of the fellows are glad to give a nickel or so for ice.

I found a bug of some kind in my food this A.M. The find nearly sickened me right there at the mess table. I got out as quick as I could and spit and spit and washed my mouth out & washed my teeth. I had spat the bug out on my handkerchief. After I got outside I felt better. It sure put a curb on my eating for the rest of the day. I can even feel the nausea yet this evening.

I had two letters from Dearest today. She is feeling good and is out at Aunt Francis’s today. It seems their home has a kind of restful effect on one & I am glad she is there. It surely seems hard to be so far apart, but God knows best. I am praying that He will soon bring us together again.

The paper stated this A. M. that Turkey had broken with Germany. I think if she has, it will be the beginning of the end. Please God it may be.

My Grandfather’s Words: Monday July 29, 1918

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.

My Grandfather’s Words: Sunday July 28, 1918

Weather: hot

At breakfast I had scrambled eggs, bread, and coffee. For lunch I ate chicken stew, spuds, bread, and water. I also had a coke. Supper was good, chicken and cabbage slaw, and cocoa cookies.

I was up rather late, but in time for reveille. Last evening I went to town (Waco) and spend $5.50, too much to spend. And this evening I spend $2.05. I bought a service flag for Honey Girl & a book on non-commissioned officers’ duties for myself. I don’t know if I will get a warrant or not, but if I do have the chance for an examination I want to be ready for it. Continue reading My Grandfather’s Words: Sunday July 28, 1918

My Grandfather’s Words: Saturday July 27, 1918

Weather is hot and clear. For breakfast I ate 2 little peaches, fried spuds, coffee, bread, and grape-nuts. For lunch we had beans, meat, bread, spuds, and water. At supper we had apples, sliced boiled beef, bread, water, and peas.

Up at 6:15. Skipped my bath. Had to report to the doctor. I told him I thought I was fine for work. He grinned and said, “Alright. Try it anyhow.” I went out and told Sergeant Hitgler to give me a light job as I had a cracked rib. So he set me to watching the horses. I was to keep them from running from one side of the corral to the other while they were cleaning the corral. They would push the stock from one side to the other. They set several men to watch them.

This evening I helped push the water cart around. Then I went into Waco. I met with George –. I got to talking to him and I told him about the Lord Jesus. He professed to be saved. He is a member of a church they call “Of the Apostolic Faith.” I can hardly make him out as he seems to believe in faith healing and many other things that I interpret differently. He is married and his wife is with him here in Waco.

I went to the soldier’s club and to the canteen. There I got into a conversation with one of the ladies who is in charge. I inquired about work for nurses there & also about rooms to let. In her opinion there was plenty of work for nurses here. I then went up to the Amicable Bldg to interview some of the doctors there regarding the same thing. Only saw one doctor, but he spoke very favorably regarding the need for nurses there.

My Grandfather’s Words: Friday July 26, 1918

The weather today was hot though I felt a breeze when I was in the shade.

For breakfast we had cakes & syrup, and coffee. At lunch we had spuds, onions, and pudding. At supper we had tomatoes, water, and pie.

I was up at 6:15 and on time for reveille. I reported sick again today, the ribs being pretty sore. The doctor marked me “quarters” again. I have a letter from Mary Girl. She is well, but doesn’t know what to do about coming down here. I wrote back and asked her to talk to God about it. I am, too. If He opens a way down, a job, and a home, then I believe He would have us together down here in Texas. Continue reading My Grandfather’s Words: Friday July 26, 1918

My Grandfather’s Words: Thursday July 25, 1918

The weather today was hot and windy. The thermometer reads 102 degree F. at 7:00 PM, but the breeze makes it seem cool.

For breakfast this morning we had hot spuds, coffee, cornflakes, & milk. Oh! and one peach. For dinner we had cabbage, sugared spuds, bread, boiled ham, & water. For supper we had mince pie, bread & water, carrots, and spuds.

Up again at 6:15 and passed up my bath, breakfast was at 6:30. I went on sick report & was marked “quarters” for today. My ribs are pretty sore from the horse’s kick yesterday. They will likely be sore for a few days. I read and tried to think and read some more until the A.M mail came. A dear letter from Sweetheart Wife. She is well, but is lonely, too. I seems strange sometimes that we are separated this way. She, way up there in Waterloo & I down here. Yet God knows best and we try to be patient under His hand. She sent me two snapshots of herself, too. My heart longs for her. For a moment these pictures bring her nearer. Maybe she will come down here. Yet, I don’t know whether it is best she come or not. I can only pray that God will open the way soon for us to be together again.

We signed the pay roll. I expect we will get our pay about the second of August.

I wrote up some of my journal’s back pages this evening. I started this the second of July & was drafted the 9th of May. I have quite a bit of back history to write up. Of course I won’t be able to remember all occurrences but will do the best I can.

At this time, the horses that are going overseas are all sorted. They finished this A.M. It seems there are but twelve hundred to go, instead of the twenty-seven hundred I had heard were going. There is always  talk flying around here.