Prum Germany, 12/26/1918


December 26, 1918

Dear Mother and Father:

Our Christmas excitement and celebrations are now over so I can settle down and write a letter. We had a very nice Christmas and there was enough going on all day to keep everybody from getting too homesick. At midnight Christmas Eve there was a church service. We didn’t have the choir out but I played the organ. Christmas morning we got up at six and went through the halls of the hospital singing Christmas carols. It was raining on the 24th but during the night it turned cold and when we got up there was an inch or so of snow on the ground, the first of the winter.

We had two morning services at the church, at 8 and 10. The church was decorated with greens and a large tree with the usual ornaments and candles. There were large congregations and the choir did very well for its first appearance.

We got back to the hospital just in time for dinner and we had a very fine one. We got some live pigs and killed them so we had roast fresh pork in addition to stewed chicken, potatoes, peas, bread and butter, mince pie and pudding. The Y.M.C.A. gave us cigarettes again, cookies and chocolate. In the afternoon we had the party which the nurses had prepared for us. They had a tree and had made fudge, cookies and chocolate. The Red Cross had donated stockings filled with nuts, candy, cigarettes, oranges and a handkerchief. The girls bought up a lot of little toys and odds and ends in the stores here and had a fish pond. Sgt. Hill and I played most of the afternoon and later we danced. It was a very fine party and we are deeply indebted to the nurses for all the pleasure we had. It was a busy day and when night came we were tired enough to go to bed early. We thought of home a good deal during the day and knew just about what would be going on at certain times.

Sunday evening after writing to you I went with Mr. Huber, our Y.M.C.A. man and visited at his house. He stays with people named Schwartz and they have a beautiful big home and an American Steinway grand piano. Their daughter has just come back from school in Munich and plays piano. We spent the evening playing and they were very nice to me indeed. I am invited out there this evening again. It is so long since I have been in a real home that I hardly know how to behave anymore. The daughter, Conny, studied English in school so we can understand each other pretty well. I had her write a letter to my Uncle August for me, telling him that I was here and anxious to hear how things were with them. She told him that for the present it would be impossible for me to go to Dusseldorf but I would like to have him visit me here if he could manage to come. He will answer through Miss Schwartz and we will probably hear from him in a few days.

We got some mail the night before Christmas but there was none for me. Only five or six of the men have received their packages. They will be coming along pretty soon I suppose. I am still looking for the package of strings. Our moving around has delayed our mail I suppose.

There can be no doubt but what this was the happiest Christmas the world has spent for some time. The German soldiers are nearly all at home and a good part of the French and English are too. Those of us that are here wish we were home again but on the whole we are pretty well satisfied that we are through with the fighting.

So far there is no indication of our going home very soon. It looks as though we are going to stay here awhile. My regards to everybody as usual.

Love from


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