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way he started it off. He said after you left Sunday, Volney who was only seventeen left Tuesday and when I went out in the field this morning there was his big old barefoot tracks and it liked to have killed me, he said on top of that you were gone and the baby was sick and me here with five other kids and I'm just about crazy. I felt for him but I couldn't reach him. Volney had gone to the C.C. camps. Then when he finished his training there, he was sent right on into service. Second world war and he was right in the worst part. But every letter he wrote home he'd say mamma don't worry about me as I'm having the time of my life. I go to parities they have for us, go fishing quite often and we boys get together and sing, play music and have a big time. So that kind of kept me consoled. Didn't have sense enough to know he was only putting the bright side out. So then when he came home from the war he told his daddy if mamma only knew how terrible it was and how many times he had come near to getting killed she would have worried. So that's why I wrote all of those lies. He said many times he was down in a fox hole holding his lighter to see by to write those letters and was expecting a bomb to fall on him any minute. But I believe to this day my prayers brought him home without a blemish. Then next was Willard's turn, but he wasn't in the fighting part of it. He was really having a good time. He was overseer of the food department. He said those Japanese girls treated him like a Queen. The cook had a big party for him on his Birthday and had a great big cake. The only thing he would not write home. We had to get the Red Cross at one time to see about him and he sent a telegram and later wrote one page and had some of his buddies to finish it and when we got the letter and seen some one else had written the other page, it scared us because we knew he must be sick. He was engaged to a beautiful girl (American girl) was almost typical of his wife, Jacqueline. I think I have three of the prettiest and finest daughter-in-laws than any one else has. They've all been good to me. I loved my four son-in-laws as much as I do my daughter-in-laws. Three of them are deceased and two are living.
When I was still in school in Bay St. Louis my father would drive old Dandy to the wagon once and sometimes twice a month to come to see me. We had a real good friend who lived there, Mrs. Emma Summers, and she had five grown sons and two grown daughters. Their names were Maurice, Frank and the girls were Sarah & Becky. So my daddy would come on Saturday and take me to Mrs. Summers to spend the night
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