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Nile Kinnick correspondence, March-October 1943
1945-03-01: Front
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Monday March 1,1943 Dear Uncle Chas, Enclosed is an article from the March Readers Digest which I believe will hold considerable appeal for you and which quite likely will arouse memories of days now long gone. At any rate I recall hearing you tell of lying in bed and listening to the midnight freight roll in by the tile factory, hesitate at the yards, and then labor its way across the river bridge and up the grade past Grahams nursery. For myself I must confess that a train whistle holds no great enchantment; although I do recall a certain longing late spring nights around a picnic fire in Wilbur's back hollow listening to the Rocket roar through De Soto, and then silently waiting for the sound of its fog horn as it passed through Dexter, echoing and re-echoing down the valley of the Coon. Sometimes, on a perfectly still night we thought we could hear its signal at Stuart too. I have also enclosed a cartoon which prompts me to observe with sly humor that Theodora has shown an uncanny foresight!! Understand that "Red" comes from a long line of butchers. If Aunty Kate sees this, make my peace with her. Doubt if she will appreciate my wit. Glad to hear about Sumner. The boys back from the combat area are in an enviable position and usually have great experiences to tell about. Wish I could have been on hand to talk with him.
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Monday March 1,1943 Dear Uncle Chas, Enclosed is an article from the March Readers Digest which I believe will hold considerable appeal for you and which quite likely will arouse memories of days now long gone. At any rate I recall hearing you tell of lying in bed and listening to the midnight freight roll in by the tile factory, hesitate at the yards, and then labor its way across the river bridge and up the grade past Grahams nursery. For myself I must confess that a train whistle holds no great enchantment; although I do recall a certain longing late spring nights around a picnic fire in Wilbur's back hollow listening to the Rocket roar through De Soto, and then silently waiting for the sound of its fog horn as it passed through Dexter, echoing and re-echoing down the valley of the Coon. Sometimes, on a perfectly still night we thought we could hear its signal at Stuart too. I have also enclosed a cartoon which prompts me to observe with sly humor that Theodora has shown an uncanny foresight!! Understand that "Red" comes from a long line of butchers. If Aunty Kate sees this, make my peace with her. Doubt if she will appreciate my wit. Glad to hear about Sumner. The boys back from the combat area are in an enviable position and usually have great experiences to tell about. Wish I could have been on hand to talk with him.
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