© September 2005
This is an actual letter written by a very small boy, with more than a little
help from his Momma, during wartime. It was written in 1944,
during WWII, but I am sure it could have been written today with
very little change. I would like to dedicate this letter to my brother, Jerry,
aka Jerry Boy, who has a birthday this month. I would also like to
dedicate it to all the men and women in our military who serve
our country and to their families who wait and pray for their
safe return home. Thank you for giving up so much to help
protect us and keep us all free.
This is my new rocky horse. It is a red, green, and white horse.
I think it is fine. I like to make him go. I can sing “bye-bye” and
just go a flying. Momma sits me on him and I ride. He is not a
brand new horse… it is an old toy that Barton gave me and I
like it. Momma’s going to paint him up and he will be like new!
Wouldn’t you like to see me ride? I’d like to ride out to see you
sometime Daddy but Momma says you are
far away across the big waters.
You know, Daddy, I can walk. I can’t wait to show you! I go fine
until I discover Momma has let loose then I get scared, so I sit
down or grab something. It’s a funny feeling to go alone so I just can’t
myself yet. If I’ve just
got Momma’s finger, I’ll go any place.
Momma took me out to see the black birds fly. They flew and I
never did see them come to the end. The big trees were black with them.
can say, “bird” too.
Yes, and I fixed things today! I jerked the middle dresser drawer out
and spilled all of Momma’s stuff. It scared Momma so bad that she
let out a yell and scared the wits out of me. I thought it was fun.
I got red stuff all over me…something called rouge. It wouldn’t
off and I sure hated for Momma to wash me.
It’s pretty lonesome around here; just me and
you could come home.
Oh yes, Grandma has gotten me a nice big wheel barrow
for Christmas. I’m not supposed to know it but I heard her tell Momma.
wish you could be here for Christmas.
Momma about looks her eyes out for a letter from you
I think she misses you too.
I was real sick for a while and it scared Momma. She holds me
real tight sometimes cause she’s afraid something will happen to me.
I’m feeling lots better now and Momma says I got my color back.
felt pretty tough for a while and lost all the color in my cheeks.
Oh Daddy, I saw the most big bombers today! There was a loud noise
and Momma put a blanket over me and we ran on the front porch.
I looked and they were everywhere. They said “Woooooooo”.
Momma counted 50 of them. That’s a big lot isn’t it Daddy? When
hear airplanes, I tell Momma they say, “Woooooooo”.
I like to see them.
Tonight I was riding my horse. Lone Ranger was riding too.
I went as fast as he did and said, “Clop Clop” like his horse’s feet
on the radio. We sure did go
We sure miss you and I’d have lots of fun if you were home.
Momma gets tired and I think you are big and we could romp and
wouldn’t get tired. She
can’t play your guitar either.
Sometimes I have a hard time thinking up something to do when
Momma is busy and she usually makes me stop when I do find
good fun. I like to pull those wire things but she gets all over me
and says I can’t touch them. I like the telephone but she won’t
let me talk. I like the radio and good fast music. I can dance too.
like for Momma to dance with me. If
she stops, I jump for more!
Did you like my pictures Momma sent you? I’m bigger now too.
I wore my snowsuit I got last year. It fits nice now. Momma is making me a
one to wear in the buggy. I’ll
get to ride again if it doesn’t rain all the time.
I guess I don’t know anymore to write for now.
I know where you are, Daddy. I try to kiss you and pat you but Momma
won’t let me take you down off the wall. I ask her to hold me up so
can see you good. We
both pat you and kiss you lots of times.
Daddy, write to us and come home soon. I’m getting tired of
care of Momma; you can take over any time now.
I’ll be seeing you, Daddy, Momma says you will come when the war is over.
and I say our prayers every night that God will bring you home safe.
of love and all my hugs and kisses except for what Momma gets,
© September 2005