TRANSCRIBED FROM THE ROGERS DEMOCRAT APRIL 3, 1919 P. 1
France
Feb. 9, 1919:
Dear Brother and all:
I received your letter which was written a long time ago, and was glad to hear from you and all the other folks. There is nothing for me to write, without I tell my experience, and am not allowed to tell everything. I have seen quite a few things that I never saw in the states and have had lots of experience in several ways.
The way the French people live is so different from the American way. All of their houses are made of stone and we never see a wooden building. And everything is all old style. And the French and their stock all live in the same house and no people live in the country. They all live in villages. When you leave one town you won't see another house until you come to the next town. The French people are a busy race, but the English I have no use for whatever, and they sure don't want any Yankees around them.
You ought to see the French trains. They have little old cars that run on wheels, and I had rather walk than ride in one of them. Their engines look just like a toy. Everything over here is just like it was run by a bunch of kids. Among the things that seem so far behind the times is their wearing wooden shoes.
Hoping this will find you all well, I must quit. Write when you can.
Your brother, Clarence.
NOTES: Clarence C. Brown was writing to his brother Earl of Lowell, Arkansas. He was born on March 20, 1896 in Lowell and died in 1971. He is buried in the Rogers, Cemetery in Rogers, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD
France
Feb. 9, 1919:
Dear Brother and all:
I received your letter which was written a long time ago, and was glad to hear from you and all the other folks. There is nothing for me to write, without I tell my experience, and am not allowed to tell everything. I have seen quite a few things that I never saw in the states and have had lots of experience in several ways.
The way the French people live is so different from the American way. All of their houses are made of stone and we never see a wooden building. And everything is all old style. And the French and their stock all live in the same house and no people live in the country. They all live in villages. When you leave one town you won't see another house until you come to the next town. The French people are a busy race, but the English I have no use for whatever, and they sure don't want any Yankees around them.
You ought to see the French trains. They have little old cars that run on wheels, and I had rather walk than ride in one of them. Their engines look just like a toy. Everything over here is just like it was run by a bunch of kids. Among the things that seem so far behind the times is their wearing wooden shoes.
Hoping this will find you all well, I must quit. Write when you can.
Your brother, Clarence.
NOTES: Clarence C. Brown was writing to his brother Earl of Lowell, Arkansas. He was born on March 20, 1896 in Lowell and died in 1971. He is buried in the Rogers, Cemetery in Rogers, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY LAEL HARROD