Camp Kearny, CA, October 22, 1918

Camp Kearny, California
October 22, 1918

Dear Maude,

Well, my dear, I will not tarry so long this time, because you say if I do I’ll get mine. Whatever you meant to give me I’ll take no chances. I rec’d your letter yesterday and enjoyed its contents immensely.

You will have to pardon this ink it’s the best I could get in a hurry.  I have some blue ink over in my barracks, but I’m not there now and really am too lazy to go over and get it, or rather I’m too busy. Ha. Ha.

Gee, somehow as other my thinking cap is not on the dimmers. This quarantine is getting on my nerves.

Well, how’s the weather out your way pretty cool in the morning now, isn’t it?
Rather chilly out here some these mornings. You’ll have to excuse scribbling as I can not write at all today.

Have a letter lying in front of one, addressed by a student of the Tamblyn School of penmanship, and when I look at it and then at mine I feel like tearing mine up.
Gee can’t some people write swell, tho, wish I could. I just love a swell handwriting, don’t you?

You seem to be having some time with your rain out there again.We sure had a good shower here, too, the other night, just poured down.

Well, Maude, as yet I have not heard from Marion H but had a letter from EJ and enjoyed it fine. [E.J. Would be Maude’s friend Ellen.] You ask me if I’ve met Marvel’s wife yet. Well, I haven’t but am not surprised to that she loves Calif.

Well, here I am again about 3 hours later and I’ve been quite busy, too. The Sgt. Sent me to have some papers signed by the Mayor, and when I got there he wanted to see the patient so of course I had to go back and bring him. And as he got his furlough alright, I had to get his clothes and then it was time for my laundry, so you see I’ve been on the go all the time and goodness only knows if they’ll let me finish this now without interrupting me again.

When I sit down to write a letter I do like to finish it, but then I’m writing while on duty, so I have no reason kicking.

Well you ask me if I am as wild and wooly as I look on that picture, well I’m not quite so woolly. Ha. By the way, dear, are you going to send me another picture? I’ll send you one when I have some more taken, where I don’t look quite so woolly but in the meantime you might send one of those dolled up in your best suit.

This is a punk letter and I know it. I had really ought to tear it up. But you wanted one to ans immediately so here I am. It’s the best I can do today.

Gee can you beat it really, I got out of going for chow tonight. Well I’m tickled to death, and now I see where I finish my letter tonight or today rather. Mistakes is all I can make today.

The bugle blowed so I must go eat.

Well I’m here at the desk once more just got back from supper.

You ask me if I’m any kin to Albert Larson, and in reply will say I have no kin by the name Larson that I know of. And right here I might tell you my right name is not Larson altho I’ve used it so long that it’d be hard for me to change it now. You see, I have a stepfather and Larson is his name so that where I got it. My real honest-to-God name is Odegard, very odd isn’t it?

Yes, dear I’d like to see Germany get what’s coming to her and she’ll get it. Really I think if you had your say you’d tell me to ring off and I’m now going to do so, and make it snappy. Hoping to hear from you real soon.

I am ever yours,

I don’t know what it is about Theodore. Maybe it’s that at the bottom of every page it says “Help your Country by Saving. Write on BOTH Sides of this paper” and he almost never does. Or maybe it’s because he’s a tool. Anyway, this was the first letter where I almost liked him, possibly because the name reveal is the one time he used the back of the paper.

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