June 9, 1942
12:30 A.M.
Dearest Fiance,
You know tonight I think was probably one of the rudest awakenings I have had for some time. I sat there with a room full of girls that I have known for several years, and as I looked them over, I couldn't quite like what I found. Filthy, dirty jokes that I don't think men could surpass and every innocent statement was twisted into a dirty smutty meaning. I just didn't fit in for my mind just doesn't work that way. I'm afraid I seem dull and lifeless, but I don't ever want to be that way. Now, I have that off my mind.
Otherwise, it was a lovely party, and Martha received many lovely gifts. I believe I told you before, but in case I didn't, I gave her cocktail napkins which had embroidered on them, Drink To and the sign of victory.
Drink
To
V
They were very clever and caused a great deal of comment. There's an old superstition at a shower, that the seventh package opened (owner) will be the next one married. Tonight mine was the seventh.
Heavens, I've been sitting here almost half an hour just thinking....a sign of old age creeping up on me.
Four of us there with men in the air corps and quite a good representation.
And now darling, it's one o'clock. I will scramble into bed and say goodnight sweet, until tomorrow.
All my love forever,
Becky
Good morning dear,
You are I imagine, just finishing up your flight line...is that what you call it? I am sitting out front on the steps, waiting for the bus. I am going to lunch with the gals and then all afternoon I work at the office. More fun. Here comes the bus.
Have lettered specifications all afternoon.
Your Sunday letter was so full of interesting news and thoughts. Enjoyed every page of it. Will read it again this evening.
Family sends its regards. Will write again this evening.
Did you know I love you with all my heart. Bushels and bushels. A great big X for the sweetest fiance I've ever known.
Always your,
"Becky".
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June 5, 1942
11:00 p.m.
Dearest,
Boo! (That pest is back again!)
Just came in from the terrace. Daddy is putting the bee hive together. Oh didn't I tell you? Well mother is going to have a hive of bees. They are to be sent in 10 days. Yep, just come in a package, through the mail! Imagine! Now why couldn't they make up packages of bees and send them to the Germans! When they opened them the bees would swarm and sting the dickens out of them.
Oh yes, another of my ideas of annoying them is to raise a very streamlined mosquito which I will starve for weeks, then we will drop thousands of them in Germany and let the feast on the Germans! Then for the Japs, I think I will send them a lovely gift, in fact two gifts - itch - I know they would become attached to them. Going to have our air corps drop bombs which contain lice and fleas, millions of them. I just know they would be effective. Well - enough of my soliloquies.
Would you believe me when I told you the breeze is so cool coming through my window that I had to cover up with a blanket. Brr---but it certainly was hot today!
Ho hum, I'm getting so sleepy right now. Guess it's because there's such a nice breeze coming through the window.
You know my sweet, I found some of the first letters you wrote me last year and I had to laugh, for you certainly are a persistent young man. Now wonder I fell in love with you. Who could resist such a campaign. (here come some memories.) But didn't we have fun that winter dashing home, and going dancing every evening and then when spring came. The drives and walks and those evenings when my conscious simply made me study and then at 10,I would have to meet you at the drugstore. Usually I didn't get much done for I would have to keep looking at the clock to make sure I wouldn't miss the bus.
Hmm, we always have fun don't we. I know we always will, for we are in love - definitely and completely so.
Good night my fiance. We can't be beat.
Keep em flying.
Our special kiss
X
Your Becky loves you.
11:00 p.m.
Dearest,
Boo! (That pest is back again!)
Just came in from the terrace. Daddy is putting the bee hive together. Oh didn't I tell you? Well mother is going to have a hive of bees. They are to be sent in 10 days. Yep, just come in a package, through the mail! Imagine! Now why couldn't they make up packages of bees and send them to the Germans! When they opened them the bees would swarm and sting the dickens out of them.
Oh yes, another of my ideas of annoying them is to raise a very streamlined mosquito which I will starve for weeks, then we will drop thousands of them in Germany and let the feast on the Germans! Then for the Japs, I think I will send them a lovely gift, in fact two gifts - itch - I know they would become attached to them. Going to have our air corps drop bombs which contain lice and fleas, millions of them. I just know they would be effective. Well - enough of my soliloquies.
Would you believe me when I told you the breeze is so cool coming through my window that I had to cover up with a blanket. Brr---but it certainly was hot today!
Ho hum, I'm getting so sleepy right now. Guess it's because there's such a nice breeze coming through the window.
You know my sweet, I found some of the first letters you wrote me last year and I had to laugh, for you certainly are a persistent young man. Now wonder I fell in love with you. Who could resist such a campaign. (here come some memories.) But didn't we have fun that winter dashing home, and going dancing every evening and then when spring came. The drives and walks and those evenings when my conscious simply made me study and then at 10,I would have to meet you at the drugstore. Usually I didn't get much done for I would have to keep looking at the clock to make sure I wouldn't miss the bus.
Hmm, we always have fun don't we. I know we always will, for we are in love - definitely and completely so.
Good night my fiance. We can't be beat.
Keep em flying.
Our special kiss
X
Your Becky loves you.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Aircraft Accident Report
On July 1, 1942 at Bateman Field, Camden, S. C. Aviation Cadet E.E. Narick, at the controls of a PT-17, Serial No. 41-25629, while landing his plane was struck by a gust of wind at an altitude of approximately six (6) feet,. The ship went over on the left wing and struck the ground, breaking a spar, then rolled over on the right wing in a ground loop to the left. After the impact the throttle was closed to prevent further damage.
The aircraft accident classification committee meet on July 7, 1942 and concluded that the student (Emil Narick) landed with his left wing low. The wing striking the ground and causing the airplane to ground loop to the left. Had the student been more alert and corrected the attitude of the airplane before striking the ground, the accident could have been avoided. Recommending continued stress be placed on proper landing technique.
A Little Fact About Emil:
An article published in February, 1961, gave the public some insight in to a normal morning for Emil as he began his work day.
Emil would walk the mile from his home to the Drake trolley. The 47 Drake was a PCC trolley line that was part of the Pittsburgh Light Rail system. It was the last line in the city of Pittsburgh, PA to be used solely for PCC streetcars. It originally was part of an interurban trolley line that ran from Pittsburgh to Washington, PA until 1953, when the service was cut back to the Allegheny County border at Drake and all trolleys turned using the newly constructed loop, situated below the trestle. The line closed on September 4, 1999.
During Emil's walk in the subzero mornings, many motorist would stop and over him a ride. Emil began carrying a personal billboard gratefully declining: NO THANK YOU I PREFER TO WALK. He preferred to walk because walking is good exercise and as a college football official, the walking kept him trim.
An article published in February, 1961, gave the public some insight in to a normal morning for Emil as he began his work day.
Emil would walk the mile from his home to the Drake trolley. The 47 Drake was a PCC trolley line that was part of the Pittsburgh Light Rail system. It was the last line in the city of Pittsburgh, PA to be used solely for PCC streetcars. It originally was part of an interurban trolley line that ran from Pittsburgh to Washington, PA until 1953, when the service was cut back to the Allegheny County border at Drake and all trolleys turned using the newly constructed loop, situated below the trestle. The line closed on September 4, 1999.
During Emil's walk in the subzero mornings, many motorist would stop and over him a ride. Emil began carrying a personal billboard gratefully declining: NO THANK YOU I PREFER TO WALK. He preferred to walk because walking is good exercise and as a college football official, the walking kept him trim.
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