Glad to hear Carly is better.. I hate fevers in kids. It's a little lazy here too, although I don't know why I say that. Al's been cementing the cobble-stone wall he built around the big garden, and I've been cooking a pot roast dinner, and making a Washington Cream Pie. I guess I think it's lazy because I'm watching movies while I work and it's cold and cloudy. Makes it feel like there's nothing else to do.
I think it's really special to have those letters and being able to keep them on disk. I wish we had had the opportunity to do that with the letters Al's mother had from her great grandfather, I believe, during the Civil War. Unfortunately his sister's daughter took them without our knowledge and put them into a Museum in VA. They helped her with her taxes or some such silly thing.. Unless we go there, we will never see them again or the old leather pouch they were in. Some things can make you so damned mad. They are preserved but untouchable now, and out of the family for good.
The letters told how much he loved his wife and the kids, and then he was put in prison for quite awhile. The day they let him out and he could go home, he died on the streets of Richmond I think from starvation. Every time I read them it made me cry. He lived thru the war but never got home to his (precious) wife and children.
Don't let anything happen to yours.. You are so lucky to have the chance to record them.
You can't get them back at all??
That stinks.
Yea, it was pretty neat reading these letters .. he must have really liked being at Ester Field because he mentioned how much he could see himself staying in Louisiana instead of back in Philly and how nice the people were down there.
He was stationed in one area (not sure where) but he didn't like the camp at all .. talked about the bugs and how one day he was woken up by a cow licking his feet .. The kids got a kick out of that when I read it to them.
Oh and I also found out that at one point he was an MP
Andersonville?