My eyes hurt, my teeth and back hurt. I won’t go to these medics

Dec 4, 1950
Dear Mom, Dad, and Grandpa;

Howdy!  Well its 9:30 and I just got back from work and shaved.  I got your letter, Margrets; Opal’s and Beam’s today.  Letters sure boost my morale.

This doggone weather has me down.  My eyes hurt. My teeth and back hurt.  I won’t go to these medics tho.  Every time one of the fellows goes on sick call, he comes back worse.  Sometimes they even have to take them to the hospital after their treatments.  Instead of filling your teeth, they pull them.  They will have the duece trying to work on me.

I had a pretty hard day.  The grocery store was a snap compared to this.  Both in hours, and in work,  I can push 2400 pounds around on a little 4 wheeled truck.  Most of the fellows can’t budge it.  Oh,  I guess I can’t help it if I’m just strong.  Yak Yak.

The guys that went on the range had to quit this afternoon,  The fog rolled in and they couldn’t see the 100 yard target.

Well watch out for a 47 and 48 Fords.  We are going to start after work on the 22nd and try to be in San Antonio Sat nite or Sun morning.  It will be cheaper than Plane and faster than train and bus.

Well people, I’m pretty tired, so I’m going to sign off for the evening.

Love Karl

P.S. The watch works swell.


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