An exceptional relationship between mother and son, and the words between the lines that told how love and lives were shaped by the war. A great manuscript for the devoted reader. A true reflection, best I can type it into words for viewing.  -Deb Barker

 

Ottumwa Sep 17 1943

Ottumwa Sep 19 1943

Agency Oct 8 1943

Kentwood Jan 12 1944

 

 

LORING LETTERS
 

   3c stamp

  Henrietta E Loring, Box 119, Kentwood, La

   M. LeGrand Loring, S. 1/C, 330 Magnolia St.,, Pascaquola, Mississippi   %V F Lewis

 

    Dearest Little Boy :-                                           4:20 PM Wed 12th

It has been raining all day and is still at it.  I sent your coat about noon today and will go out to you this evening.  I sent it ensured to Magnolia and so you should have it by tomorrow, Thursday.  I have written to Welshon and sent $10.00 tithe that makes is right up to date, I also sent a dollar to county auditor for Bobby ‘s tag and  wrote to the assessor  to send me the homestead exemption papers.  I got the certificate’s back from Baton Rouge for the car and equity in your license holder.  I also added a little and a freeze to the car but could not look very much in as a radiator was full I got about as much as a number two team can withhold.  I will cover this evening for the night.  I had it covered last night to, but it was very mild getting ready for this rain of course.

I have a written to Vernon this afternoon.  I wanted to wash and had the white thing soaking and the sheets by just let them stay in the soak.  Maybe it will be better tomorrow.  I want to get more Muslin at Magnolia so that you can have your own sheets.  I’m going over to the old ladies to hem the others tomorrow, or rather stitch those new ones I made.  I have been so lonesome shut up here in the house all day and it dark and gloomy and raining that I could just screem.  Bobby has slept this live long day, he was just worn out from Sunday and Monday and Tuesday.  When he isn’t looking for you to come in he is asleep.

Have you heard anything about apartments yet? Watch the paper tomorrow and you may find something.  Tomorrow is Dad’s Birthday, he would have been 85 years old.  I have not heard a thing from Aunt Lilly since before Christmas and I’m beginning to worry about her.  I think us shall write to her and the kids to see what is wrong.  I got the films today from Alton Cutrer, I suppose he will be leaving tomorrow.  Watch for your check, I suppose it will come down there to Carols office and send to me what you will not be needing.  I can keep it more safely than you can down there.  How much are they charging you for your room ? and are you going to send me your laundry or have it done there? are you eating all that you want or skipping until you’re hungry?

Well I want you to eat enough now.  I put in a box of chocolates for you and some coat hangers.  You have a nice wardrobe in your room to hang your things.  Let me hear from you.  You can write at night and mail it on your way to work the next morning and so far I haven’t got anything from you, be sure to give me all the details of your work and how you like your boss and also just as soon forget a place like me know so I can start packing.  Well old sugar, and must close now and take this uptown as it is getting darker every minute and still raining.  I suppose it will be in this lousy country, and I do want to get back in with the car before it is dark.  I love you and miss you so much, my little boy.  I know you have a nice clean comfortable room and I’m so glad for you.  Mrs. Lewis seems like a very nice little lady too.  Give her my regards and bye bye.  Love and lots of it from mother and Bobby.