June 11, 1944

Dear Folks:                                                June 11
            Surely is cold to-day. We just finished cutting some more wood. I had to fall back on winter underwear since I lost my leather jacket and sweater in that B-4 bag. We have a piano in the club. A red-haired Irishman named Carson is pretty handy at playing it. We also have a fire-place and radio. Over in the theater they have wooden benches with narrow legs. The guys in the back stack these up one on another in order to see the show. If someone is clumsy in climbing on top and starts the rows of seats and men to “dominoing” everybody yells “Timber!”
            I hear our letters are being held up. Imagine you will be about ready to harvest when you get this. Be sure and get a picture of Wright’s new combine as well as yours and the new cultivator. Got a letter from Aunt Jessie. Too bad you can’t powder some strawberries instead of so many eggs. Yes we have lots of birds singing here, including skylarks. I have plenty of time to write but little to write.
                                    Yours truly,
                                                John