March 12, 1919
Dear Home Folks:
This is
your anniversary, all of you. Susan and Herman have never celebrated before
their own selves unless the cause of today’s celebration which took place last
year can be called the first one. And
Daddy and Mother have celebrated many happy anniversaries yet I fancy this will
be just a wee bit happier than most of the later ones have been because of the
new celebration that makes the day mean more to them, as well as Sister and
Brother.
Oh, well,
Echternach is celebrating the great day too, for today is the greatest Market
Day of the whole year. The square is rapidly filling up with wagons and funny
little carts filled with produce, calves, pigs, chickens, etc., etc. They even have calves tied around to some of
the store steps, door casings, etc., and their melodious? clamor at time is
something immense. Wish I had a film so
I could get some pictures of it, but the scene is much the same as those
pictures you have all seen of Europe ’s inland
Markets, so you can easily imagine it with the aid of the pictures of the Market Square
The ankle
is getting along fine today. I got a
shoe on for the first time since the accident, so I feel quite cocky. It bears my weight quite well if there is no
side pressure or twist, but it is as sore as a boil to any pressure against the
point of the bone on the outside and on up the ankle. In fact, is hurting very much the same way as
the other one was three years ago tho not quite as seriously. But I’d give a lot to be back where Sister
could massage it once in awhile. She
brot the other one out so well, the examination board at Jefferson Barracks
refused to believe it had ever been cracked or strained at first. But I haven’t the ability or patience to get
much good out of what I am able to rub it.
However, guess it will come out all O.K. in the end.
This is a
beautiful sunny spring day. How I wish for a car and my loved ones to enjoy a
long trip thru this beautiful Luxembourg
The cigar
coupons enclosed are really money the kind we use over here. And the stamps are French, taken from some
old receipts, etc. in a French Chateau.
Well, I’ll
ring off and send this along now.
Love again
and again, and the very best returns of the day.
Your
loving Son & Brother
George
Sherwood
108th
US Engineers
Amer.
Exp Forces
PS. Cinquanti
Centines is ½ Franc or nearly 10 cents.
Censored
1919-0313 L.C.
Mohr To George S. Sherwood
Kalamazoo, Mich. March 13 1919
Dear George, - Hello old man, and how are you by this time. Suppose you are all ready to start for home, as I saw by the paper that the 33rd would follow the 32nd. I left Angus, with 116th Engrs, Jan 30th and landed Hoboken Fe. 23rd. Was discharged Feb. 27th and was a free man for a few days. But to-day I signed a contract for the rest of the year, beginning Monday to teach a South Haven, where I taught when I entered the army. I am getting very nearly twice as much as I received when I was there before and I also like the kids. You perhaps remember the boxes they sent me when I was in Houston. They had a big crowd down at the station to see me when I came in and escort me to the high school. Then I had to make a speech and then we had a regular good time. I visited classes with the fellows and raised the devil. Now Monday, I have to start teaching and assume the dignity of the profession.
Well
George, how is old Co. C.? Is Giulfoil still with them? I loaned Sgt Wm B. Moen of Co. B. 100 Francs when he passed
thru Angus. Do you know if he is still
with the outfit? I still have that
blanket George, & would like to pay you for it. It has been with me all of the time and I
sure have appreciated your generosity in loaning it to me. If you do not care to sell it, I’ll send it
where ever you say.
Well
George, be sure to let me hear from you.
I wrote Miss Karn of Houston the other day. Sincerely,
Mohr
South
Haven, Mich
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