Salt Lake City
Following in My Footsteps
April 27, 1943. Stanley catches up on his writing to Dad. “So far I have received five letters from you, three from Illinois and the other two today both at the same time from Salt Lake City.” As to Salt Lake City, he comments, “Anything can happen when you are there. Have you had that … Continue reading
A Little Brighter Than Yesterday
April 23 & 24, 1943. Dad writes another letter home from Salt Lake City. He says, “I still feel fine but disgusted with my predicament.” He is “now in the same boat as Stanley, in the same service command and under the same regulations. That brings us that 7 day furlough business and staying on … Continue reading
Touring Salt Lake City
It’s been a few weeks since the last post. Nothing to worry about as I have been away on vacation; hiking on the Appalachian Trail and visiting family. I am just getting back into the swing of things. Let’s pick up where we left off, shall we? In the previous post Dad had just arrived … Continue reading
Writing From the Mormon City
April 19, 1943. Dad has finished his training at the Savanna Section Ordnance School in Illinios and has shipped out. He says “I am now writing from the Mormon City, Salt Lake City.” It was only about a month ago that his brother, Stanley we stationed at the same base for five days. It looks like … Continue reading
Going to the Mormon City
April 7, 1943. Dad writes to the family back home with news that he received word on his next assignment. “I am going to the same Mormon city that Stanley was sent to before he was assigned to Washington, and that I certain. I wonder how Salt Lake City will treat me.” He muses, “When … Continue reading
I Will Not Be Long in This Place
March 15, 1943. Stanley writes to Dad. He is starting to get used to being at Salt Lake City, although he won’t be there long. “This is only a reception center. Friday when we came in we slept in small barracks only about 25 to 30 guys. Then on Saturday we slept in regular wooden … Continue reading
It Looks Like I Won’t Get Near Home Anymore
Friday March 12, 1943. Stanley writes a quick note to Dad to let him know where he ended up. “Well here I am at an Army Air Base here at Salt Lake City. This is only a reception center. We may stay here from 2 to 10 days before we are shipped out of here. … Continue reading