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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.

My Grandfather’s Words: Tuesday August 6, 1918

Weather: HOT

We had hotcakes and syrup, coffee, and white grapes for breakfast. For lunch there was roast beef, spuds, gravy, and water. For supper we had lima beans, lemonade, and bread.

Up at the usual time and am on sick report. I stand retreat and reveille just the same. I haven’t been down to the doctor’s yet. Don’t know what he will mark me this morning.

Went down to the doctor’s. He marked me light duty. I helped out in the canteen most of the time today. It is not hard, but one must hustle part of the time. They rush you for a few minutes just after eleven o’clock & then again at five in the evening. I rather like it in there tho. However, the hours in the evening are bad – 4:30 until 9. So one could not go to town very well.

I had a letter from Mary Girl again today. Dearest is well, but says Aunt Frances is not so well. She hasn’t been able to get out for the church meetings for a week or two. Mary says that it may be that she must take care of Aunt Frances yet. That may be what the Lord would have her do. I don’t know. The Lord knows best. We have been praying that He may show us the way so clearly that we can not be mistaken.

I wish I could make an allotment to Aunt Frances, too. If she gets worse I am going to see what I can do. I am responsible to take care of her, or at least I feel that I am. So God willing I will try and fulfill my obligation.

My Grandfather’s Words: Monday August 5, 1918

The weather was cooler this morning, but hot and windy by mid-day.

Breakfast was an orange, two eggs, coffee, & fried spuds. For lunch we had spuds, pork & beans, and water. Supper was beef stew with rice, bread, and lemonade.

Up at usual time. Slept pretty good last night. I dreamed of Mary Girl. I had such a dear letter from her yesterday. Answered it & it will be posted this A.M. She wrote me of G. Wetzlichs sister and sweetheart coming down here to see him. I wish I had known they were here. I would have tried to see them. Honey Girl may come down here yet. She is not clear just what is best & I am not either. We are asking the Lord to make it plain to us.

I was to have seen a certain doctor yesterday regarding work for her in the nursing line. I have written today to Mother, Ben, Mr. Dean, and to Honey Girl.

I had another dear letter from her this afternoon. She is still at Dunkerton and is enjoying the quiet out there. In the letter she had included a flower, and best of all, a photo of her that is so real. Apparently, James snapped her when she was reading a letter from me. She seems rather absorbed in it, so she was not aware when the Kodak was snapped. It caught her so naturally reading as if so interested. Of course the letter is from me & I know it is interesting to her, my dear wife.

The Germans are still retreating, according to the Waco paper. I am glad. I pray it is His will that the war ends very soon.

I had a cake & a jar of jelly from Aunt Frances today, too. It is very good. Ralph received a cake from his girl today, too. He gave me a slice. I am still on sick report, though my ribs are not quite so sore.

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.

My Grandfather’s Words: 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, 1918

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.