"My
Thanksgiving dinner was at 5 P.M. in Denver.
(It probably would have been called a supper back home.) John Howes invited me to accompany him to
Carlton's, former neighbors in Hinsdale, Illinois. The meal was a dandy - like something out of
a story book. The well-browned turkey
was brought in steaming from the kitchen; after that Mr. Colton, a jolly chap
who would have fitted perfectly into an English Christmas dinner, had the maid
bring forth the carving set and proceeded to slice off individual
servings. Cranberry sauce, potatoes,
pumpkin pie, and home-made ice cream made it seem like a Thanksgiving like the
ones we used to celebrate in Kansas....
"We
got a glimpse of one of our school's recent graduates in last week's Navy
movie. In a newsreel shot of Gen.
Yamashita's war crimes trial in Manila we caught sight of Major Harry Pratt, a
marine who graduated with the July 28th class.
He's acting as official translator."
--
Letter from my father, Boulder, Colo.,
to his family, Bloomington, Kans., Saturday, November 24, 1945.
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