TRANSCRIBED FROM THE STAR OF HOPE DECEMBER 1, 1917 P. 1
Dear Home People:
Has been so long since I wrote that I don’t know how to start.
Ellis and I are both feeling fine. Haven’t been sick at all, only sea-sick, but that was certainly enough. We got here this morning. I was pretty glad to get to stop for a little rest. We had two pretty bad storms at sea—one was real bad, but here I am safe and well. I suppose you got our cablegram, didn’t you? The weather is nice here now but it gets as cold as _____ ice sometimes. You can’t imagine how funny everything seems here. You know, so different from the grand old U. S. A. The train we came on last night was so funny. It had no aisle in the coaches, just seats the whole width of the coach, and a door on each side of each seat.
Say, by the way, I think Irl Herring came to this same place when he came over. One of the Y. M. C. A. men told me his company was here. I am going to write him and try to get in touch with him. I am just learning the value of this money. Had some of it changed so I could buy some things.
Say, Dad, what did you do about the mail route? What did Calvin do with his Ford? You know I have seen more Ford cars over here than any other kind. It looks like home to see one of them, too. I would like to see all of you, but am not home-sick. I am in the game ’till its over.
Ellis is writing the rest. Don’t wait to get letters from us, but write often. With love to all, I am
Your good-est son,
ELMER.
P. S.—Give my address to everybody who will write. E. W.
Address: 93rd Aero Squadron, S. G. American Expeditionary Force.
NOTES: Elmer Woodson entered the service on August 6, 1917 and was discharged on April 3, 1919. He was born on October 15, 1898 in Prescott, Arkansas and died on November 11, 1983 in North Little Rock, Arkansas. He was described as being of medium height and build with brown eyes and hair. He is buried in the Bellwood Cemetery in Pine Bluff, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS
Dear Home People:
Has been so long since I wrote that I don’t know how to start.
Ellis and I are both feeling fine. Haven’t been sick at all, only sea-sick, but that was certainly enough. We got here this morning. I was pretty glad to get to stop for a little rest. We had two pretty bad storms at sea—one was real bad, but here I am safe and well. I suppose you got our cablegram, didn’t you? The weather is nice here now but it gets as cold as _____ ice sometimes. You can’t imagine how funny everything seems here. You know, so different from the grand old U. S. A. The train we came on last night was so funny. It had no aisle in the coaches, just seats the whole width of the coach, and a door on each side of each seat.
Say, by the way, I think Irl Herring came to this same place when he came over. One of the Y. M. C. A. men told me his company was here. I am going to write him and try to get in touch with him. I am just learning the value of this money. Had some of it changed so I could buy some things.
Say, Dad, what did you do about the mail route? What did Calvin do with his Ford? You know I have seen more Ford cars over here than any other kind. It looks like home to see one of them, too. I would like to see all of you, but am not home-sick. I am in the game ’till its over.
Ellis is writing the rest. Don’t wait to get letters from us, but write often. With love to all, I am
Your good-est son,
ELMER.
P. S.—Give my address to everybody who will write. E. W.
Address: 93rd Aero Squadron, S. G. American Expeditionary Force.
NOTES: Elmer Woodson entered the service on August 6, 1917 and was discharged on April 3, 1919. He was born on October 15, 1898 in Prescott, Arkansas and died on November 11, 1983 in North Little Rock, Arkansas. He was described as being of medium height and build with brown eyes and hair. He is buried in the Bellwood Cemetery in Pine Bluff, Arkansas.
TRANSCRIBED BY LINDA MATTHEWS