As noted before, Walt included the returned 14 April letter in the envelope with this letter, but I posted it above in the correct order. He notes the mistake in this letter. This letter is written over 21-22 April, but another letter with a date of 22 April appears without an envelope and will be posted next.
Again Walt tries his hand at telling a story, an interesting way to try to entertain his reader, and a nice change from the typical cataloging of events. It would be nice to know what “semi-classical” music inspired him to think about spring. I suppose it could be Vivaldi’s “Spring” section of the Four Seasons, although that doesn’t strike me as inspiring thoughts of the woods. Probably it was something less formal, less baroque.
Apr. 21, 1942
How is my sweetheart today? O.K.?—O.K.!
You know, I wouldn’t blame you if you would skip writing me 14 days in a row. I’ve been having a devil of a time trying to write to you, one day I started half a dozen times and would get interrupted every time. Last night I was on guard from 6 till 8 and 12 till 2:00. The first guard wasn’t so bad but the last one was terrible, it was raining—the mud was ankle deep and very slippery; it was black as coal and there are little raises in the ground that you couldn’t see—so you see I had a sliding, slipping good time.
I got a letter back today that I had mailed to you but (dumb me) I put you house no. and my street. Ha.
It had been to Youngstown, but didn’t reach you. I read it over and tho’t it was kind of silly but will send it with this one.
?—I moved again today. The reason:—I was in Headquarters Platoon but was changed into Maintenance (or sompin) or Mechanics Platoon. I will stand a much better chance now as I am going to Mechanics School everyday, I think it will last for six weeks. I am not sure whether ( it will last) nutts) whether) nuts again)—I will like it or not, if not I am going to try for Transportation Platoon. I don’t know whether I could stand being a Mechanic or not—at any rate a Mechanic stands more chance for ( A) advancement. I know the theory and all I need is some experience but I believe I still like action better then repairing.
They are repairing some) (am I nuts, I’ve two or three things on my mind)
If this music could only come true:—Can you see this?—The picture they are playing. It is semi-classical if there is such a thing.
It’s spring, you can see it, hear it, smell it, feel it. Ahead (
strechs) runs a country road and along this old road a horse and buggy—you can even hear the horse jogging along—Everywhere old Mother Nature is bursting with life and joy. The leaves are turning green and here and there is (above line: are below line: is) some familiar kind of a tree all blossomed out in white, the birds are singing and fluttering from branch to branch and a squirrel chatters from some hidden tree, and now you see him, now you don’t. The horse and buggy rattles over a small wooden bridge ( and) that crosses a small spring run a where if you would look a little closer more closely you would, see a trout darting under that old dead stump that overhangs the water. But,—tho they vaguely notice all these things
But,— tho they vaguely notice all these things they do not pay particular attention, why? They are a part of Spring itself—Did I say they? Oh yes—They are as much a part of spring as a robin or a green leaf, Spring wouldn’t be quite complete with out them,—For all this beauty was made just for them or at least they think, and one would believe it if one could only see them. Her face is flushed with the very glow of spring and the morning sun, her fair hair is untangling a little and is flying in the breeze as they ride along, maybe he has said something she is pleased with, for as she smiles she glances toward him and they both laugh together.—
The horse must catch (
the) the restless urge for he ( picks) breaks into a faster gait and, suddenly, as they pass over the crest of a small rise in the ground a beautiful panorama lays [lies or sompin] before them—flat level green fields spread out toward a tree lined creek that wanders thru the valley, in one, a band of saddle s
horses run at will thru a pasture and a young colt follows near its mother, in another the grain is coming thru to form even rows of green and brown, and then it snowed—ha.—.
Apr. 22, 1942
Nuts to the above—I read it over and I say nuts. It isn’t any good and besides there is a news program on the radio now. I guess that isn’t my line anyway. Ha.
I got two letters from you today—That is very much (illegible cross out) OK. I hope I get about 14 tomorrow.
I went to school all day. Didn’t do anything just stood around. I have some homework to do tonight—funny unh—I don’t know how the devil I can do it when I don’t even have time to write.
It’s been a very nice day, I suppose it will get hot again—Ow-wow.
Well Honey, I think I’d better sign off and make sure I get this
nai mailed—What do you think? I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten you.
I love Walt
but love you more
Ha-Ha—Excuse me,—but I think that’s a slick one I just pulled—I wrote I love and got ahead of myself and sign it. Ha—any way
I do love you
I see you
x Walt x
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