Letters from the Past - Dearest Honey Lamb

This letter is from my Grandaddy, Jeffa Porter Hill, Jr., to his wife, Virginia Juanita Buckner Hill. Grandaddy was stationed at Camp Gordon Johnston, Florida, awaiting deployment in World War II, and Gran was living in Gadsden. To see this side of my grandfather is so special! I always knew he loved my grandmother more than life itself, and this letter is just a glimpse of his love and devotion. There are parts that will make you giggle! Also, I am impressed that he was such a great speller!

Postmarked: 02-12-1944

Delivery Address: 

Mrs. Jeffa P. Hill, Jr.

1148 Gardner Street

Gadsden, Alabama
 

Return Address:

Lt. Jeffa P. Hill, Jr. 0-1038675

339th Harbor Craft Co.

Army Trans. Corps.

Camp Gordon Johnston, Fla.

Saturday Evening
4:50 12 Feb 1944

Dearest Honey Lamb:
     Just got back and cleaned up from out trip over the street fighting course, and thought I would start this letter before I went to chow. It wasn't as tough as the infiltration course yesterday, but we had to walk about 15 miles in a cold wind. I believe today has been the coldest day since we've been down here.
     I received three letters from you this morning and sure was glad to hear from you. Just a few minutes ago I got my first chance to read them. They are really working us down here but I don't mind it after doing office work for nine months. I like to feel the wind against my cheek. It whispers to me of your love and devotion.
     We learned today that we go on the alert about next Sunday. With requirements to be ready to move at anytime on three hours notice. Well honey, as much as I hate to say it, this looks like it is "it." Darling, I hope you will understand that I did everything possible to get a leave. My buddy, Henry Wursma, hasn't had a leave since last July and he is married and one child and another arriving in a couple months and he couldn't get one. So you see darling, we aren't the only ones who are suffering. I thank God that we were together as long as we were.
     Maybe now that you are working, time will pass a little faster. Get out once in a while and try to have a good time. I know it's hard to do because I've tried it. But all we can do is try and make the best of things until this war is over and we can be together again.
     From now on honey, I wont be able to tell you much about what we are doing. But I'll try to make my letters as interesting as possible, even if it's making love to you by mail. It's not very many husbands that write their wives love letters. I must be an acception, reckon?
     I sure wish I could have been there for Ed's birthday. Wish him a happy birthday for me, will you?
     Darling, I am enclosing an envelope which I hope you will never have to open. When I get back we can take that envelope, unopened, and tear it to little bits and watch them burn in the fire place. [Note: There was no envelope with this letter. Since I know he made it back from the war, I'm assuming they tore it to little bits and watched it burn in the fire place!]
     Well, sweetheart, its getting cold in here so suppose I better build a fire before it gets too dark. I love you, my very own, and pray for the war to be ended soon. I'm glad you like your job and I know you will make good at it. Be Good Be Careful and God be with you till we meet again.

All my love
Forever and eternity
Jeffa.

Letters from the Past - Don't Forget About Your Mother!

My mother gave Leyden a box that belonged to my grandfather, Jeffa Porter Hill, Jr. There are several letters in the box, and Leyden and I have enjoyed reading them. We have laughed, we have gasped in surprise, we have wondered aloud at the "guilt trips," ha ha! I am working on typing Grandaddy's life story, and I am thinking about incorporating the letters into his life story. Until I decide, I thought I'd share them here for my family to enjoy. (I'm copying these letters verbatim, spelling errors and all.)

Grandaddy was 15 years old when he received this letter from his biological mother, Margaret Jane Armstrong Hill, who died when Grandaddy was a senior in high school. Grandaddy's father, Jeffa Porter Hill, Sr., moved from town to town all over the west looking for mining jobs. His mother was weak and sickly. They could not make ends meet and it was a very hard life. Grandaddy was sent away as a teenager to live on a ranch, apparently with family or close friends, in Pasadena, California, where he became a cowboy. The "dinkey" mentioned at the end of the letter was an early version of a commuter train.

Postmarked: June 29, 1937
Delivery Address: 

Jeffa P. Hill, Jr.

529 Atchinson Street

Pasadena, CA
 

Return Address: 

Mrs. J.P. Hill

Superior, Arizona

June 29, 1937
 

Dear Soney boy -

Well you finely decided to write didint u? I sure was mad at you, and what I didint say and think, wasn't worth much. I was not much worried, for feel your big enough to take care of your self, but felt bad to think you wouldnt take time to write me. Where you know how I worry about everything. I told Dad I wouldnt write you any more, but u know how I love you dear, and know matter if you do forget about having a Mother, I will write anyway. it is so lonesome here. You could write and tell me what you do and how are friends are, and who you go visit with. I would like to know. $1.70 isnt to much to go see Lovie, but call her first and make sure they are at home so you wont make the trip for nothing. it costs 25c to talk to Justin I think. They live on "B" street I guess you could find the house once you got there. Dont get "losted" tho and dont talk to strangers or get in a car with strangers no matter what they "say". Isnt that awful about that man killing those three little girls and a crazy man like that would just as soon kill boys as girls. I hope they get him. When are you coming home dear? I dont want Carlton & Kathleen to go broke trying feed you. I am feeling pretty good. We went to Globe Sun. afternoon (Uncle is feeling fine. he said he saw the girl who writes to you. did you get the 2 letters Dad sent you that she wrote? also one I mailed last Thurs. I have a little Mexican girl who comes in every morning and does dishes and cleans house she is 13 years. lives near us in that house across from Mrs. Mirich with the blue door. she came last Sat. a.m. and asked me if she could work for me. that her Brother sold me a paper every week, and I was such a nice Lady. you see the little Mexican thinks me nice, even if u do forget that you do have a Mamma somewhere. well your old Mom loves you honey, even if you are to busy to write. did Kathleen get the dress I sent Snookie June 21 please let me know. I had it insured in case it is lost. I thought she would write and let me know. Mabie she didint like it. if its to big send it back and I'll try and find another one. sure wish I was there and could go swimming. its pretty warm today tho its been a bit cloudy since last Sat. well its past three so will have to stop and clean up. will slip a bill if pop will let me as I guess your getting low on cash. next time he sends you some Son write and let us know in less than a month.

Oodles of love & kisses Mother

love to all the family (over)

Dear you will have to wait till pay day to go to Lovies for dont guess you have much of the fine left. dont forget to bring your croquet set when you come home. you could get your ticket to Florence and come on in on the "dinkey" fined out at the S.P. what the fare is and if you can go to Florence. they may sell them clear to Superior that way. the Dink runs there every day I guess. anyway you can call & find out. love M.

The Diary of Jeffa Porter Hill, SENIOR - Dec. 1937

Emily came to spend the night tonight, and we went through a few things that I brought home from Gran & Grandaddy's house. We were looking through an old cigar box and found a Memorandum book that belonged to our great-grandfather, Jeffa Porter Hill, Senior. He kept records in it of his business, and I'm not sure what that was. The records show the name and city of someone, what they paid for a deposit (anywhere from $1.00 to $5.00), the amount of the sale (from $200 to $700), and the monthly payment amount (from $5.00 to $10.00). He lived at 322 Lincoln Avenue in Pasadena, California. And it's not lost on Emily and me that Pasadena is also home of the Rose Bowl... WE'LL WIN THEN!

Anyway, there was one page in the Memorandum book that had "Diary" written across the top. This is what was written (typos included):

Dec. 17, 1937 Fri

Movie today for atheletic fund. Weather fine

Dec. 18, 1937 Sat.

Got up at 9:30. Started working. Moped all floors. Mamma followed me around redoing it. Done Xmas shopping. Saw Mrs. Smith. Played with erector set after supper. Went to bed at 9:00. Listened to radio until 10:45. Weather O.K.

Dec. 19, 1937 Sun.

Went to S.S. Sang in choir at C. Went to the valley and got a turkey. Didn't go to C.E.

I really enjoyed going through the little cigar box. We also found a letter that my great-grandaddy's brother wrote to him after their mother died. Or at least that's what I think. From what I can tell, great-grandaddy wasn't able to go to the funeral, and his brother mailed him a letter and included a copy of the obituary and a picture of the grave the day after the funeral. WOW. History is amazing. It is awesome to hold fragile pieces of paper in my hands and read the words written by someone related to me that I never met! Perhaps one day soon I will copy the words of the letters onto this blog, and perhaps scan in the picture of his mother's grave and post it. There is an old car in the picture (this was 1930) and I just think it's cool.

Well, I better go... Leyden and Emily are playing Wii Bowling and I'm missing out on all the fun!