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Letter from Jean Holdridge Reeves to Parents, 1945

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Object ID: WV0383.4.033

Description: Jean Holdridge (Reeves) is in the process of closing and tearing down her club. She mentions that Tom Reeves is moving to a new base and that she had trouble with a missing jeep.

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

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Full Text: Dearest Folks,

Thought you might be wondering where and how I am. Still plugging away but busy as the devil. We are packing furiously now. Closing my club tonight and then will tear the place down. What a job. Close two clubs in 7 weeks. That’s pretty good.

Tom leaves very soon now and that will be sad. In fact I’ve probably said my last goodbye. Hope we night see him before he gets to final destination. If we happen to stop at the same place and if we leave before too long.

This is a changed place which I will have to write you about later.

The rain has ceased today. The first time in a couple weeks now. It has been such a mudhole but just put the rubber boots on and plow through.

We had an interesting jeep episode. Had it pulled into the motor pool the other night and when we went to get it day before yesterday— no jeep. And they didn’t know where it was. Had to get the Provost Marshal out to no avail. I just happened to see it yesterday, stopped the driver and got everything squared away. What excitement.

Will close now and write more when I can get my wits together.

Continue mail to this address just the same. Will notify you of any change later.

Love, Jean