Mom and Dad and Too Much Information!

I've mentioned, I think, that I am transcribing my father's World War II letters to my mother, with a plan in the works to write a book.  I know at least one of you has mentioned to me she thinks I'm obsessed with my father.  I have never thought that was true. He seemed to disapprove of me somewhat and I have been in a sort of quest to find out why. But obsessed?  I hope not.

But if it were true; the enormous job of transcribing these letters has been a very good cure.  I am getting really sick of this love-lorn, baby-talkin', spelling-challenged engineer.

I hope this doesn't last forever. Then I'll never get this book done.

How They Lived And What They Lived On

Fresh water had to be rationed on Ascension Island, until the engineers got their sea water distillation plant up and running. There was virtually no fresh water on the island.  US Air Force photo.

Researching the letters my father wrote home during World War II, I've stumbled across a report in the Air Force files about living conditions on Ascension Island, where he was stationed for the first two years of the war. It begins in an ordinary military-like way: