TRANSCRIBED FROM THE POINSETT MODERN NEWS MAY 28, 1919 P. 1
Dear Father:
I will drop you a few lines to let you know that I am all o. k., and hope you are the same. I am on guard to night, it is now 2 a. m., and it has been raining all night, but I don’t guess it will hurt me to get a little damp once in a while. I have not seen or heard of any of the boys from home since I came oversea. Say, do you know whether Jack Mahan and Lee Harris are in the A. E. F. or not. If you know their address I wish you would send it to me for I would like to hear from them. Times are not as dull here as in other places I have been in France, as I am in a pretty large camp and there are seveal American shows traveling through France for the benefit of the boys in the A. E. F. and they all visit this place. I have had some pictures taken and and will send you one as soon as I get them I will also send you some pictures of this city soon. Yes, you are right about the wine, but it is not like the wine in the good old U. S. A., one glass at a time is about all I want although it takes quite a bit of it to make a man drunk they have more kinds of drinks over here than I thought could be made and some of them taste pretty nice, but a man can’t drink much and soldier in the A. E. F. Grapes are about all they raise where I have been so far and they sure make lots of wine, you ought to see them make it. They make another drink they call coneact, it is made of grape hulls after the juice is pressed out of them for wine, it is something like alcohol and is distilled like whiskey, but is not quite as stout as alcohol and does not taste just like it. I have seen some pretty nice scenes in France and there are some nicer ones I hope to see. I have not seen Paris, but hope to before I return to the states. Well, I can’t say when I will be home, as I do not have the least idea, I guess all I can do is to play my part until the time comes. I have not heard from Willard Harris since I came over and do not have the least idea where he is. Well, I will close for this time, hoping to hear from you soon; give my love to mother and tell the rest hello.
NOTES: This partial letter was written by John Webster Jones of Bolivar, Arkansas. He was writing from France to his father George W. Jones of Harrisburg, Arkansas. He was born in Birmingham, Alabama on March 27, 1894 and died in 1950. He is buried in the Bethel Cemetery in Harrisburg.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS
Dear Father:
I will drop you a few lines to let you know that I am all o. k., and hope you are the same. I am on guard to night, it is now 2 a. m., and it has been raining all night, but I don’t guess it will hurt me to get a little damp once in a while. I have not seen or heard of any of the boys from home since I came oversea. Say, do you know whether Jack Mahan and Lee Harris are in the A. E. F. or not. If you know their address I wish you would send it to me for I would like to hear from them. Times are not as dull here as in other places I have been in France, as I am in a pretty large camp and there are seveal American shows traveling through France for the benefit of the boys in the A. E. F. and they all visit this place. I have had some pictures taken and and will send you one as soon as I get them I will also send you some pictures of this city soon. Yes, you are right about the wine, but it is not like the wine in the good old U. S. A., one glass at a time is about all I want although it takes quite a bit of it to make a man drunk they have more kinds of drinks over here than I thought could be made and some of them taste pretty nice, but a man can’t drink much and soldier in the A. E. F. Grapes are about all they raise where I have been so far and they sure make lots of wine, you ought to see them make it. They make another drink they call coneact, it is made of grape hulls after the juice is pressed out of them for wine, it is something like alcohol and is distilled like whiskey, but is not quite as stout as alcohol and does not taste just like it. I have seen some pretty nice scenes in France and there are some nicer ones I hope to see. I have not seen Paris, but hope to before I return to the states. Well, I can’t say when I will be home, as I do not have the least idea, I guess all I can do is to play my part until the time comes. I have not heard from Willard Harris since I came over and do not have the least idea where he is. Well, I will close for this time, hoping to hear from you soon; give my love to mother and tell the rest hello.
NOTES: This partial letter was written by John Webster Jones of Bolivar, Arkansas. He was writing from France to his father George W. Jones of Harrisburg, Arkansas. He was born in Birmingham, Alabama on March 27, 1894 and died in 1950. He is buried in the Bethel Cemetery in Harrisburg.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS