TRANSCRIBED FROM THE JONESBORO DAILY TRIBUNE OCTOBER 17, 1918 P. 3
Sept. 6, 1918.
Hello Dear Ones:
How are you all by this time? I am well and feeling fine so far. I have been several places in this country. Some are pretty and some don’t look so well. They raise lots of small grains here. Wheat and oats and some places lots of grapes. Oh! My they sure are bad for their drink. I have tasted some wine one time with one of the Arkansas boys. Sister I go to Sunday services ever opportunity. I think of how nice it is going to be where you can go to church—go and stay and come just as you wish. Here we boys go to church but it don’t seem right. There are no girls or women, so we pass off the time and don’t say much about the women not being there. Sister they are calling for cooks and most every boy says “I am a cook.” I wish I could get in as a cook for I sure do like to cook. How I wish I could hear from you all. Write and tell me all about the crops and how everybody is getting along. How is Aunt Mary, also brother’s folks? I think I shall have a nice little story to tell you about this country when I get back across the pond. Sister there is a boy in this battalion from Arkansas. He and I used to be in the same company back in camp. I guess everybody gets letters back there stating about the country over here.
Well I will close, hoping to hear from you soon, I am,
Your loving son and brother,
CORPORAL P. J. POLLOCK,
Co. F. 39 Inf. American E. F.,
France.
NOTES: Corporal Price Jefferson Pollock of Lake City, Craighead County, Arkansas writes to his family. He was short and stout with dark hair and brown eyes. He was born December 26, 1895. He died June 9, 1955.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT
Sept. 6, 1918.
Hello Dear Ones:
How are you all by this time? I am well and feeling fine so far. I have been several places in this country. Some are pretty and some don’t look so well. They raise lots of small grains here. Wheat and oats and some places lots of grapes. Oh! My they sure are bad for their drink. I have tasted some wine one time with one of the Arkansas boys. Sister I go to Sunday services ever opportunity. I think of how nice it is going to be where you can go to church—go and stay and come just as you wish. Here we boys go to church but it don’t seem right. There are no girls or women, so we pass off the time and don’t say much about the women not being there. Sister they are calling for cooks and most every boy says “I am a cook.” I wish I could get in as a cook for I sure do like to cook. How I wish I could hear from you all. Write and tell me all about the crops and how everybody is getting along. How is Aunt Mary, also brother’s folks? I think I shall have a nice little story to tell you about this country when I get back across the pond. Sister there is a boy in this battalion from Arkansas. He and I used to be in the same company back in camp. I guess everybody gets letters back there stating about the country over here.
Well I will close, hoping to hear from you soon, I am,
Your loving son and brother,
CORPORAL P. J. POLLOCK,
Co. F. 39 Inf. American E. F.,
France.
NOTES: Corporal Price Jefferson Pollock of Lake City, Craighead County, Arkansas writes to his family. He was short and stout with dark hair and brown eyes. He was born December 26, 1895. He died June 9, 1955.
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT