(Postmarked Nov. 25, 1917)
Hasn’t this been a beautiful day and it’s just as nice tonight – only it’s cold – but if “I was as young as I used to be” I wouldn’t mind that. I just looked out and the sky and the stars look like a winter’s night.
Well, it’s almost Thanksgiving and I don’t suppose you will be home or we would have heard so before this. Unless we hear from you – that you are coming – tomorrow, we girls are going to send you a substitute for a Thanksgiving dinner and you boys that are left in camp can eat your dinner together and remember that we at home are giving thanks that you are all well and over here instead of “over there.”
I am watching the papers every day and am glad to see the Italians are holding their own and what splendid work the British are doing. What are those “tanks” they tell about the British using ahead of the army?
Mrs. Dean called me the other day to tell me about the letter Fayette got. Do you really mean to say that your guns will kill at a distance of three miles? If that is so I wouldn’t want to be within three miles of you in ANY direction.
I went to the dentist’s – Dr. Maloney – yesterday morning and while I was there a soldier came in. Dr. Maloney introduced him to me and asked him if he knew my brother. It was Gus Poole and he said he had met you and knew Ed well but wasn’t in your company. I asked him everything I could think of in such a short time. He said the boys were going to have a 36 hour furlough for Thanksgiving but they would be most of the time on the road if they tried to come home. He was there to have some dentist work done. I looked his overcoat over as much as I could without touching it (while he was having his teeth attended to) and you certainly have fine coats don’t you. They look warm.
On the top of Sand Hill as we were going out yesterday our car stopped – DEAD. Ransom tried to crank it but couldn’t turn the crank over at all so Florence and I got out and started to walk in as I didn’t want to be late. We got nearly to the canal bridge at Griffin’s before Ransom overtook us. A piece of the brake band had caught in the gear. It was my first experience of anything of the sort but probably won’t be the last.
Well the children want some lunch so I must stop and get it for them. Think of us at Thanksgiving and be sure we will think of you. I hope John can go this week.