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Here's a letter my dad wrote to his mom during WW2:
January 24, 1943

Dear Mom,

Really enjoyed the week end in Phoenix this time. I stayed out at Carl’s house and ate and slept. Cotton blankets on the bed. At breakfast – hot biscuits, white gravy, honey, bacon (fresh made), coffee. For Dinner – brown beans, real light bread (store bought), canned corn, mac or sphet, and coffee. Supper – hot biscuits, and left overs. That is what I call good eating.

Just before we left Sunday night they broke out with a fiddle, banjo, guitar, mandolin, and singing. The place was just a camp of okies working for the same man. Hope to go back again next weekend. Didn’t spend but three dollars and that was for a new cap and one meal. Not bad, eh?

I got a letter from Boots too and he said that Jesse Ralston had been killed in action. Got a letter from you and the box of stationery, a letter from Vic so I’ve been feeling pretty good up till now. Got set down and writing and feel tired. Didn’t get much sleep either and have been on KP all day. I was planning on writing to June, Boots and Vic but I think I shall go to bed instead.

Yours,

Lyle

(June is his sister)

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