On September 8, 1942, my father, C. Arthur Sprague, was drafted into the Army during World War II. He then tested into the Army Air Corps. At that time, of course, there were no cell phones or computers to stay in contact while being hundreds of miles away. Phones were connected through switchboard operators, station to station (which was expensive), and you had a party line. What's a party line, you ask? You and your neighbors shared a line, and you each could listen in on one another's calls. The main connection between family, friends, and acquaintances was through the mail-letters. My father kept his letters from home while he was stateside.
I find it interesting what went on back home, what the prices were like, and the goods that people went without or were limited. I hope you find these letters as interesting and enlightening as I did.
