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My Grandfather’s Words: Sunday August 18, 1918

The weather seemed extra hot today with not much of a breeze.

For breakfast we had cornflakes, spuds, bread, and coffee. At lunch we had chicken and dressing, baked sweet potatoes, water, and cake. Supper was cocoa, cake, salad, and bread.

Usual time for reveille, on Sunday we are usually up at 7:00, but on account of the inspections that we are to have today, we had to be up at the weekday hour. Ziegler and I were on the riding barn detail. We cleaned that barn about as quickly as it was ever cleaned before. We had to be in uniform by 9:30 as we were to be called out for inspection.

We were called out and held in line for about half an hour. We were then permitted to fall out and get in the shade. Ziegler and I slipped out to get a drink of water. We just got back in time for the assembling and line-up again. Then we stood for some time before the officers who were doing the receiving were ready to start their stunt. It was 10:45 before we were dismissed and then we had to remain in barracks until they had inspected them.

They soon came through. Ralph, Ziegler, Boki, and I went down under the trees and had a Bible class. I enjoyed it. I think the boys did, too.

I looked for a letter from Mary today, but none came. Am worried a bit for fear she is not well or something. It is three days now since I heard from her. The last time I heard she was not very well for she had a bit of blood poisoning on her hand. God grant that she is all right. I expect to go to town tonight. I have a pass. I want to go to some church meeting maybe.

My Grandfather’s Words: Saturday August 17, 1918

The weather is hot and windy again. Very dusty in the corrals.

For breakfast there were eggs, spuds, oatmeal, two plums, and coffee. At lunch we ate oxtail stew, spuds, gravy, bread, and water. At supper there was macaroni, bread, peach sauce, and cocoa.

Usual rising hour, 6:15. It was still quite dark. The nights are growing longer & I notice it very much. It wasn’t so long ago that I could sit out on the warehouse platform and write until 9 o’clock, but now it is too dark at 8:30.

I moved over to #6 barrack. I’m rather glad as it is so much cleaner. Ralph has his bunk right next to mine there, too. It is nice to be in the same barrack with a friend.

I have not heard from Mary since Wednesday. I had two letters then. One mailed the 10th, and one mailed the 12th. I am worried about her as she was not well at all. Some kind of a poisoning on her face. I am hoping to hear tomorrow. If I don’t I will be on needles and pins. God is able to keep her, too — I know.

My how nice it would be if He called us up to be with Him soon. He shall come & will not tarry. Either He will surely come quickly or create an end to our terrible separation. Please God may it be over soon.

The evening is quiet for once. The mosquitoes are so bad I have had to come inside to finish writing.

My Grandfather’s Words: Friday August 16, 1918

The weather is hot.

I don’t remember what I ate on this day. I did not write this on Friday but on Saturday evening. So I’m writing what I remember. Usual routine. Some inspector is to be coming tomorrow. There is a lot of extra work cleaning up around and getting ready for him. boat

I had a long talk with a young fellow here yesterday (Friday) evening. His name is Buchman. He is a corporal. He works in the office as a stenographer. Our talk finally turned to things of God. I shared my testimony. He doesn’t believe the Word of God is infallible & of course many things that I said were not accepted by him.

One sometimes wonders at the many ideas of God, and all the things people think a Christian is. Some professing to know Christ are here smoking their cigarettes and joining in with the raucous laughter as filthy stories are told, just as those who make no profession whatsoever. There are some who say they are Christians and they act no differently than the non-believer. One wonders just how real it all is sometimes. I feel certain many are just hiding behind their church creed and are using their profession of Christ for whatever reason, though it isn’t real.

This young man is one of the most sincere boys in the barracks. I’ve noticed he is very much troubled lately from the things he has let drop. I think he is in soul trouble. I can pray that he gets saved.

My Grandfather’s Words: Thursday August 10, 1918

The weather was hot and windy again.

At breakfast we had hot cakes & syrup, coffee, and prunes. For lunch we had corned beef & cabbage, spuds, and bread. At supper there was liver & onions, peas, bread, peach cobbler, and cocoa.

The usual routine, up at 6:15 etc. Ralph and I walked to town this evening. I questioned a couple of places about rooms to let for light housekeeping. I also saw Dr. Rowe who was going to look around and see what the outlook for nurses was here. He could give me very little information however. There is a scarcity of nurses here, it is true. I do think that Mary would have very little trouble finding work.

This one thing in our lives before God bothers me. It seems wrong to do what we think we would have to do now. So I am unsettled yet. I can only look to Him and ask Him to make things clear to Mary Dear and me. What should we do? In the meantime we will have to be content to see and talk with each other through the medium of letters. It may be this separation is for us to learn a lesson from. We are sure that God has a reason for taking us apart like this. We are trying to learn the lesson. Pray God though that our lesson is soon learned & that we may be together again. It is hard to be away from each other as we are, but He knows too.

Soon God will bring us together again.

My Grandfather’s Words: Wednesday August 14, 1918

It’s hot and windy today.

For breakfast we had hot cakes and syrup, coffee, and an apple. For lunch we had roast beef, spuds, water, and pudding. For supper we had beef stew, rice, tea, and bread.

Up at usual time, regular routine. Was a pretty windy day in the corrals. Zeigler and I were assigned to help clean the riding barn this morning. We were told that that would be all we would have to do till noon. Then we were told about ten o’clock to come to the corrals when we were done. We finished about ten thirty. We went out about ten forty. I wish the sergeants would keep their word when they tell us something. I guess they have to do it tho. The higher officers are riding them all the time. It is getting harder right along. They made us take our clothes down from the walls of the barracks & make shelves to lay our clothes on.

The top said tonight that we had to soldier as much as we could even if we were a battalion.

I had a dear letter from Honey Girl today again. She is well & was at home. The letter was written Sunday night. She had been to the church meeting in the morning. She said they had had a good meeting. I sure wish I could have been with her. She wore her wedding gown. I can see her in it when I close my eyes. I answered her letter tonight & must now go to bed. It is about 10:30. I will take a bath and then go to bed.

My Grandfather’s Words: Tuesday August 13, 1918

The weather is very windy and dusty.

Breakfast was spuds, scrambled eggs, half a grapefruit, and coffee. At lunch we had wieners, spuds, peas, bread, water, and pudding. For supper we had mutton stew, tomatoes, water, and peach pie.

Up at the usual time, usual routine. Worked distributing hay this morning, and was on the cleaning force this evening. It has been an awfully dusty day with a strong south wind. The clouds rolled in this afternoon and a few drops of rain fell.

G. Demara told me this morning his sergeant had seen an order in the office to the effect that all the civilians would be fired by the first of September. They will be bringing in a bunch of negras to do what we do now, shovel manure. We will have to drill. It seems to be pretty well understood that there is to be some changes here soon.

Daniels was made a sergeant & so was Maritog and Long. They aren’t bad fellows. I’m glad they got their promotions. It may be they will make some more later on. One never knows just what is going to happen here. Am so tired that I will have to go to bed, I guess.

My Grandfather’s Words: Sunday August 11, 1918

The weather was cool in the early morning, but hot in the evening.

I had cornflakes, spuds, an egg, and coffee for breakfast. For lunch we had chicken, spuds, bread, and ice cream & cake. I had supper in town. It was bread, butter, tea, and a bag of peanuts.

Up at the usual Sunday hour. I did not have to police up this morning, but got a calling down because of the condition of the barracks. It seems instead of oiling the floors as they have been doing, they are going to scrub them now. The captain came through the barracks Saturday and was very much displeased with the condition of them. He gave the room orderlies a bawling out about it. Then “The Top” gave us all a bawling out about it. It seems to be a regular occurrence here. Each man is bawling out the man under him and then that man passes it on to the next man, & so it goes.

Ralph, Bryant, and I had a Bible class this morning. I think we all enjoyed it. I also wrote a long letter to Mary Dear.

I wandered around town all P.M. looking at rooms to let. Then, went to a little church hall in South Waco. There, I had an opportunity to speak a word for the Lord. It was a Pentecostal meeting. I was certainly out of place. But I am glad that I was permitted to speak a word of testimony.

I came in ten minutes late this evening. Oliver asked when I got in.  I told him. I don’t know what we could have done to avoid it. Our car was delayed at the rail switches as we came out of town. Instead of a twenty-five minute trip, ours was a forty-five minute trip.

It was the first time I have ever been late.

 

My Grandfather’s Words: Friday August 9, 1918

The weather is windy and dusty, though not as hot as it has been.World War I memorial in Kansas City

Breakfast was spuds, a banana, and coffee. For lunch we had fish, dressing, bread, and water. At supper we had spuds with gravy, liver and onions, watermelon, and tea.

Usual time up today. I was on full duty today. I helped load horses this morning. I worked in the corrals this afternoon.

I did a washing tonight, and wrote a letter to Mary Dear. Edward enlisted in the Navy. Mary was at Will’s house canning corn.

I have nothing much to write tonight. I may write more in the morning.

My Grandfather’s Words: Thursday August 8, 1918

Weather: There is a terrible wind blasting sand onto everything.

Breakfast is hotcakes and syrup, coffee, and an orange. For lunch we had corned beef & cabbage, spuds, bread and water. For supper I had a tomato, spuds, bread and water.

Regular routine getting up and ready. I was marked light duty again & I worked in the canteen. We were pretty busy all day. The canteen was open all afternoon until eight this evening, so I was tired tonight.

I had a dear long letter from Mary today, too. She is well. She had been to Waterloo with James and his family for Sunday church meeting. They were expecting Ed back from Mason City where he had been on vacation. He was expecting to join the Navy.

I am too tired to write any more of this day.

My Grandfather’s Words: Wednesday August 7, 1918

The weather in the morning was cloudy and cool, but by mid-afternoon it was hot. Wind picked up and brought dust with it.

Breakfast was one half a cantaloup, eggs, spuds, and coffee. For lunch we had spareribs and sauerkraut, spuds, and water. Supper was hash, bread, water, and peaches.

Up at the usual time with the usual routine. I was given light duty again today. Cleaned up around the canteen and then helped sell stuff. (The camp store would have sold toiletries, and other necessities, but also ice and extra treats to eat such as ice cream, or candy.) We were open all afternoon, but closed at eight tonight. Business was pretty good.

I had a good letter from Mary dear this morning.  She is still at Jim’s and will stay yet a while. She mailed the letter Sunday. It reached me yesterday after three days on the road. One wonders sometimes, why it takes so long for a letter to get here. There is not much to write today. I was too busy in the canteen to think very much.