"And we should have a real [Thanksgiving] feast, if The Capala Arrow, college newspaper, has the right dope on our menu for Thursday noon. Roast turkey with gravey and dressing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, butter peas, corn, tomato and lettuce, crisp celery, assorted pickles, hot rolls, butter, pumpkin pie, apples, grapes, candies and nuts are listed by that paper. All of which probably means various combinations of hash and soup until Sunday, but I'm looking forward to it. I suppose that you folks had one of the usual family dinners with a variety of food that would put the just mentioned menu to shame with a Turkey furnished by Uncle Frank. No doubt the annual visit of the Shepherds - (if that's proper spelling) and the quail and rabbit hunt had to be called off for lack of ammunition and fuel."
-- Letter from my father, Navy V-12 program, Cape Girardeau, Mo., to his family, Bloomington, Kans., Wednesday, November 24, 1943. This was my father's first Thanksgiving away from home, as an 18-year-old apprentice seaman.
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