June 1, 1943
Mr. Max Blazzard
Duncan, Arizona
Dear Max,
I received your High School graduating announcement, and
it made me feel very happy, and please except my most sincere congratulations.
It hardly seems possible that you are now a handsome
young man, through high school and ready for Military service for our
Government. Only yesterday you were a small barefoot lad playing with Norman,
out with your flippers.
I wanted to attend your graduating exercises very bad,
and had hopes of going to Duncan, for that very purpose, but was disappointed
and could not make the trip.
The war has almost doubled our work, we have long hours,
and many extra details, Rail Road transportation is almost impossible, rubber
and gasoline is out of the question.
I am sending a letter I just received from Hazel,
Norman’s Wife, also a snap shot or Norman and I that was taken in March of 42.
Hazel thinks Norman has chance of coming back to the states as an instructor.
When I see so many thousand young men in uniform, it
makes me feel like a heal for not being in one myself, but the Government
decided I was a bit too old, and the City Fathers refused to grant me a leave
of absence.
Please write me once in a while, and when you go into the
Army, don’t forget my address, and remember Dad loves you, and has spent many
lonesome years away from both you and Norman, please try to understand and try
to like me just a little.
I must come to a close, give my respects to your Mother
and Mr. Morris. Please write.
Love from your father.
E.J.
Blazzard
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