During this time he sent his sister “Oh” (pictured with him here) three postcards. The first is postmarked Gulliver, Michigan, 21 November 1942. Over the “PLACE STAMP HERE” box in the upper right corner the word “FREE” is written.
From: Wm. Valencheck A.S.
c/o Steamer Ball Bros.
Marine Post Office
Detroit, Mich.
Hi Oh
We are now in Port Island and from here we go to Buffalo. I’ll drop you a card at each port so until then, Adios.
Bill
The second postcard addressed much the same way is post stamped Sault Sainte Marie, Michigan, 2 December 1942.
Hi Sis,
Another card for you. The next one you get from me will be big enough to write a short story on it.
I haven’t gotten any letters for two weeks since we haven’t been down to Detroit for that period of time. We should be there Thur.
Bill
The last post card in this set was indeed a long one. In fact it was three feet long. It was postmarked in Buffalo, New York in December of 1942 and addressed to Miss Olga Valencheck.
December 4th, 1942
Hi Sis,
I got your letters today and nine others. The others were mailed last week some time and I couldn’t get them until today.
Here is that card I was telling you about and I think you will need a bigger scrapbook to put this one in.
The last trip we made was the roughest trip I ever went on. When we got to Duluth our boat was covered with ice and you would think it was a floating iceberg. Every wave that came along would cover our deck and almost the pilothouse. When I get home I’ll tell you more about it and about going through Sault Sainte Marie. I think I did mail you a card from there.
We are going to hit Lake Erie now and they say that it is stormy and that a boat and its crew went down.
This is the only letter I got from you so if you mailed one Monday, I didn’t get it.
We had a swell Thanksgiving dinner with turkey, ice cream and pie, and a bottle of beer and cigars and cider too to top it. It was plenty good. (hic burp)
I got a letter from Stan and he gave me all kinds of hell for not writing to him. I guess he forgot that he sent me a card and telling me not to write until he finds out where they send him.
I’ve got a lot to say but I (will) wait until I get home and tell you all about it so until again,
Adios
Bill
2 comments:
This blog is an extraordinarily sweet surprise. Unique.
We're all praying for your dad.
(Carol)
Oh, and..
one can see where Fr. V got his good looks. :-)
(Carol)
Post a Comment