TRANSCRIBED FROM THE NEVADA COUNTY PICAYUNE SEPTEMBER 12, 1918 P. 2
Lough Foyle, July 13, 1918.
My dearest mother:
Although this evening, Saturday, is about the liveliest day of the week in our little city (about twelve miles from camp). I’m staying in tonight to write you, and read afterwards.
I suppose by this time you are receiving letters I wrote you from Lough Foyle, as I have been up here almost a month. It is just a few days over two months that I have been away from America, and have not had a letter from you in almost three months. Watching every mail now, in hopes of getting mail. When it does not come, I can only hope that next mail will bring me a letter from you and you are all right. But three months does seem like a long period of time to go without hearing from home.
I am becoming settled here now and it doesn’t seem so peculiar to me to observe the peculiar manners of the people. The thing for which I pity them most is the absence of their teeth. It seems to be a breach of good manners for a girl to have more than three teeth two is the “regulation number.” Some of the girls look fairly decent, but when I see one I think is good looking she spoils it all as soon as she opens her mouth. I think that after the war I shall establish a Dental Company to supply the natives with “grinders.”
I walked down a country road today, seeing the farmers work, and better still, inspecting their old homes. The farm houses are made of stone white washed, and low thatched roof. The first floor is occupied by dogs, chickens, pigs, horses and sidecarts. The upper floor by the family. I am sure the people are mild tempered or the stubborn donkeys would never consent to live in the same house with them. Oh, of course all the people are not so ignorant, some are almost like Americans, but few. No place like America!
I must close since there’s nothing else to write. I think I’ve almost described the people. As for myself I am simply fine.
Always eager to hear from you.
Your loving son.
Robert J. Lambert
U. S. Naval Air Stations, Lough Foyle
care Postmaster New York City.
NOTES: Robert Johnson Lambert was born on August 14, 1898 in Nevada County, Arkansas and died on December 29, 1946 in Arlington, Virginia. The Washington Star newspaper reported his death as December 30, 1946. He had been working at Washington D. C. for two years as spokesman for the REA. He is buried in the Harmony Cemetery, Sutton, Nevada County, Arkansas. His military headstone lists his death date as January 1, 1947 and identifies him as an Elec. 3rd Class U. S. Navy, World War I.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT.
Lough Foyle, July 13, 1918.
My dearest mother:
Although this evening, Saturday, is about the liveliest day of the week in our little city (about twelve miles from camp). I’m staying in tonight to write you, and read afterwards.
I suppose by this time you are receiving letters I wrote you from Lough Foyle, as I have been up here almost a month. It is just a few days over two months that I have been away from America, and have not had a letter from you in almost three months. Watching every mail now, in hopes of getting mail. When it does not come, I can only hope that next mail will bring me a letter from you and you are all right. But three months does seem like a long period of time to go without hearing from home.
I am becoming settled here now and it doesn’t seem so peculiar to me to observe the peculiar manners of the people. The thing for which I pity them most is the absence of their teeth. It seems to be a breach of good manners for a girl to have more than three teeth two is the “regulation number.” Some of the girls look fairly decent, but when I see one I think is good looking she spoils it all as soon as she opens her mouth. I think that after the war I shall establish a Dental Company to supply the natives with “grinders.”
I walked down a country road today, seeing the farmers work, and better still, inspecting their old homes. The farm houses are made of stone white washed, and low thatched roof. The first floor is occupied by dogs, chickens, pigs, horses and sidecarts. The upper floor by the family. I am sure the people are mild tempered or the stubborn donkeys would never consent to live in the same house with them. Oh, of course all the people are not so ignorant, some are almost like Americans, but few. No place like America!
I must close since there’s nothing else to write. I think I’ve almost described the people. As for myself I am simply fine.
Always eager to hear from you.
Your loving son.
Robert J. Lambert
U. S. Naval Air Stations, Lough Foyle
care Postmaster New York City.
NOTES: Robert Johnson Lambert was born on August 14, 1898 in Nevada County, Arkansas and died on December 29, 1946 in Arlington, Virginia. The Washington Star newspaper reported his death as December 30, 1946. He had been working at Washington D. C. for two years as spokesman for the REA. He is buried in the Harmony Cemetery, Sutton, Nevada County, Arkansas. His military headstone lists his death date as January 1, 1947 and identifies him as an Elec. 3rd Class U. S. Navy, World War I.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT.