“Daddy
probably told you about hiring some German prisoners to help with the hay. Just to see them without P.W. all over their
clothing they would easily pass for American boys. They were very mannerly and polite around the
house (probably had a lot of instruction along that line). One carried his German-English dictionary
with him and if he couldn't think of the word out came his dictionary. They really worked fine. One was thirty-four one was twenty-four and
one twenty-one. The youngest was the
best looking with brown eyes and wavy hair.
He couldn't speak English and was rather sad and dejected acting. All of them said they would be glad to go
home.”
--
Letter from my grandmother, Bloomington, Kans., to my father, Notre Dame, Ind.,
Friday, August 11, 1944.
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