I visited the National Personnel Records Center in St. Louis on Friday. There wasn’t much to see. The file mostly contained my correspondence from 20 years ago. But there was some new information about Babe’s war injury.
Another letter from my grandmother to my Uncle Babe, returned to her as undeliverable after he was killed.
This excerpt from Evelyn Kaiser’s letter to me — about Babe “bribing” an army censor — sounds completely in character. We’ve seen flashes of his sense of humor and mischief in other letters.
Yesterday and last week, I posted two letters a young lady named Carol Tavares wrote to Babe. I know nothing about Carol, other than her address at the time: 146-53 Shore Ave., Jamaica, New York (I think the picture, courtesy of Google Streetview, is the block where Carol lived). With the first letter, I mused about […]
The young lady from Jamaica, Long Island, writes again to Babe. With an earlier letter from her, I wondered whether she was Babe’s sweetheart; this one persuades me otherwise.
One of the few letters I have from Babe’s father. He references my mother doing the sort of charming antics you’d expect from a nearly 5-year-old girl. It seems they tried to keep her aware of her brother, who enlisted when she was three months shy of her third birthday.
“You know how it is, when you something is wrong with your car and you take it to the garage to have it fixed, it runs perfectly.”