Tuesday, September 18

Letter to Mom - 18 September 1917

Dear Mother:

Am writing this just before Retreat - so am in somewhat of a hurry. I've been wondering every day how your health is and hoping that you don't miss me too much since I've been gone. Of course I've had a touch of homesickness, but there's so much to do that happily it keeps us pretty well occupied and busy. The camp is just wonderful - with huge towering pine trees everywhere, big electrically lighted mess halls, shower baths etc. Each squad has made a rustic wash stand and different kinds of furniture, after the pattern set by Westine (my bunk mate) and me. I am enclosing some pictures herewith that I took with my new camera of our washstand. What do you think of it? The Captain said it was dandy and hinted that he wouldn't mind having one himself. Thus far we haven't complied with his suggestion. Formal drill started yesterday, but Clark and I road around camp on a wagon driven by a pair of army mules, looking for lumber for certain different purposes around camp. We were assigned to this duty by our first Sgt. We rode around the entire camp and believe me, mother, it's really some place. I'm going to take more pictures as soon as I have the time. I will also have a portrait made of myself in a photo shop in Houston. I've written a description of the camp in my letter to Dad, so you can compare notes and articles with him in both letters.

We've been to town (Houston) several times and I sure like the town. Their Main Street reminds me somewhat of our State Street, but of course on a much smaller scale. They even have a Thompson's Restaurant here where we had some wheatcakes Saturday night. We have no Retreat or Taps on Saturday and all the boys agree that this is quite a camp and they all love it. Maj. Gen. Bell left for France yesterday...

I wish you and Dad would take a trip and come down here for a nice visit. I'm sure it would do you both a lot of good - especially Dad with his chronic throat trouble. I'm sure you wouldn't regret the trip, 'cause Houston is really a lovely city with plenty of fine hotels. Please consider it and let me know what you think of the idea.

Tell Bess I received her letter and appreciated it very much. I'll write here and Ed possibly tomorrow. Also, Virg. and Ned. Give my regards to both aunts and uncles and send me their correct addresses.

Went to Galveston with a few of the boys yesterday, but found it nothing like Houston. It's more old fashioned - almost a dead town - but the residential district is dignified and very beautiful in that the streets are lined with palms and giant oleander trees. I'll send you some pictures of the town soon as they are developed - and also of Galvenston Beach on the Gulf of Mexico. Must close now for it's time for mess. Please write me as soon as possible mother, for you haven't written me as of yet. With love to all from your devoted son,

(signed) George

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