For Great Grandpa Johnson

This is the letter I wanted to post on Veteran's Day, but I couldn't figure it out...

I hate technology sometimes....

I remember when I use to be somewhat technologically knowledgeable. Not anymore. I wanted to post a picture of a letter my Grandpa Johnson received from the White House thanking him for his service during the war...but I can't. I'm a dork. And Branch isn't around to help me. I would do it from our house but I can't figure out why our scanner isn't working...yikes. Anyway. I will post it soon, I guess just not on Veterans Day.

Sorry for that little rant...

Grandma's Letters continued.

Oct. 17, 1945

Darling Henderson.

The town is full of hunters you can hardly move downtown. I'll be aso glad when its all over. It makes me so lonesome for you and miss you so darn much more, some times I feel like I couldn't take it, but I will have to won't I. Do you think you'll be back by next hunt?_Oh! honey you just got to be, a year is so long surely they won't keep you away from Bobby and I that long.

Afton is going on the hunt with the Crowd she feels like she can't stand it home and feels like she will be near to Champ if she is with the crowd. They wanted me to go to sleep with her bu I just couldn't (Page 1)

bear it. Its bad enough just staying home but its even worse being around the Gals that have men with them.

Roy and Ethel are here she was pretty nice to Roy the first 3 days but know she's just the same old Ethel. God darning and black b------- Roy all the time". I went down after my milk tonight and Moms so mad at her she didn't know whether she can stand her two weeks or not.

Howard says he'll get me a dear if he does I'll bottle it and have it when you come home. Ever thing I do or plan is for when "My darling comes home". I'm making us a new treasure and have quite a lot of nice things in it already.

Honey every night this time I get the (grandes) song pro- (page 2)

grahm and every night I hear tunes that remind me of you. Tonight they sang-

"I'll walk alone,
and I'll be lonely;
But I won't mind,
being lonely-
I know that you;
are lonely too.

Mrs. Whittiker died last night. Im surely going to miss her she has been up her to Allens since two weeks after we moved up here. She's never been out of bed for 27 months maybe its best she should go rather than suffer.

Good Night Sweetheart, God Bless you always and send you home soon.

Yours forever

Metta & Bobby