Momma,
He came strollin' on in today, still dressed in his banker suit, and told me he enlisted. He said to me over dinner, "Pearl Harbor's got me feeling patriotic, Katie Mae. Uncle Sam was whispering in my ear for a bit, but after that bombing, he started screaming. So at lunch today, I went down to Johnny's place near Third Street and he showed me them recruitment papers, had me signing them within ten minutes of me walking in and dropping my coat on that peg board." He said he doesn't regret any part of it, except that if he's deployed that he'll be missing me and my pies.
My Noah, he's going to just look grand in those pretty dress blues. When the dances start at The Commons again, he's gonna stand out from the boring teller tweed, lawyer black, and ghastly grays that nearly every other man around here seems to have in surplus. That rich blue will really compliment so many of my dresses and especially those white gloves that Grammy gave me a few years back.
Sue Ella will be really jealous. She always talks of how Harold could serve, and get those nice clothes, and bring home a bit of glory. But we all know his bum arm will never let him be much of a soldier. You just wait until she sees Noah and I, him all spiffed up and me looking like... well a little like a Southern Belle. It'll be grand and will certainly hamper her sense of arrogance. She might cause a scene, but that'll just make for more fun.
Are you still reading those folk tales and fables to the young ones at the church? I saw a book of them the other day and nearly bought it. I was going to send it to you but wanted to make sure you were still a part of that program 'fore I did.
~Katherine
December 9th, 1941
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Historical FictionAs these letters go to show you, no one could escape the chaos of the 1940s. With newlywed couples being torn apart by the war, the stress of day to day life takes an even greater toll on everyone. Katie Mae turns to her aging mother Momma Helen aft...
