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The Betty H. Carter Women Veterans Historical Project

Letter from Jean Holdridge Reeves to Parents, 1945

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Object ID: WV0383.4.015

Description: Reeves has been reading "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" and preparing the club for a health inspection. She also mentions swimming pool games, rearranging her room, and the MPs enforcing a 5 mile/hour speed limit.

Creator: Jean Holdridge Reeves

Biographical Info: Jean Holdridge Reeves (b. 1920) of Marion, Ohio, served in the Pacific as a member of the Red Cross from 1944 to 1946.

Collection: Jean Holdridge Reeves Papers

Rights: It is responsibility of the user to follow the copyright law of the United States (Title 17, U.S. Code). Materials are not to be reproduced in published works without written consent, and any use should credit Jackson Library, The University of North Carolina at Greensboro.

Full Text: Dearest Folks,

Have been trying to read “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” but it goes so slowly and contains so much description that I think we’ll give up. Did you read “Crazy Weather”? I believe that was one of the books you had at hand when I was there in Oct.

Tom has a new addiction to his house— a nice table at the end of his bed— believe I wrote about the new natural finish bed with drawers. The table has a bookshelf in it, the radio on top and a new lamp made out of three reflectors and part of a shell for a stand.

The medical inspector is coming again tomorrow so I spent the afternoon doing a lot of scrubbing. We have no steel wool, lye, scouring powder so it takes much elbow grease. The aluminum gets so coffee stained because our cups are small compared to the usual GI ones. Spoons are all the dessert size and just try those in a small cup.

Yesterday afternoon the radio station boys took us swimming over at [illegible] where they have a pool. It’s about over your head in the deepest part. They had a good water ball with which we had lots of fun and I got a new nickname—Target—because I kept diving under, sticking up a foot and calling out “Target.” Then the fellows dedicated “To Target” “Can’t you hear me calling, Caroline?” Guess he knows that Tom is from North Carolina.

One day we played volley ball with an engineer unit. Had so much fun because they were such good sports about our blunders. We’re going to play with them Sunday again and make sandwiches and coffee for refreshments. They’ll furnish the ice cream.

Betty and I are now making plans to change our room into a more comfy area. By removing a partition we could have double the size. Build in some dressing tables over which we will put our big mirrors (of the metal variety, however) and have lamps at each side so there will be no shadows. Must keep the hair and face in best of condition. Betty has an air mattress so we’d [unreadable] to get us a chaise lounge like Tom's. Can use our linen for fixing up.

Yesterday just as we rounded the bend at the top of the hill there stood an MP to slow us down to 5 mi/hour. All around the administration buildings this is enforced. We got out and run with the vehicles, push them, etc. One of the detail boys came down with the story that he’d gotten a ticket from the MP. We all laughed because he doesn’t even drive. Asking him why he replied that he’d been caught walking 7 mi/hour past the M.P. Better walk off that fast to bed too.

Lovingly, Jean