“Camp Crowder Blues”

I’m sure my dad got this from one of his buddies, but there are no credits for it. Enclosed in a letter sent to mom just after Christmas, 1942.

CAMP CROWDER BLUES

I am sitting here and thinking of the things I left behind
and would hate to put on paper what is running through my mind.

I have washed a million dishes and have peeled as many spuds.
I have paid as many dollars for the washing of my duds.

The many parades I have stood for is very hard to tell.
I hope it’s nice in heaven, for I know what it is in hell.

I have walked a thousand miles or more and never left the post.
I have studied till the dawning hours for the course I wanted most.

When my final days are over and my life cares laid away
I will do my final dress parade on the golden judgement day.

St. Peter then will grab me, and suddenly he will yell,
“Come in if you are from Crowder, you have served your time in hell.”

Miami Beach in ’42: “This is the life for a soldier.”

In the fall of 1942, our dad, Thorgel Klessen, quit his job driving a beer delivery van in SIoux Falls, SD, and enlisted in the Army. Not sure yet what year it was when he was naturalized as a US citizen, but likely in the late ’30s. (His family had been emigrés from Denmark.)

I have a bundle of letters he wrote to mom over the next two years. This is the first one.

42-11-09


Miami Beach Fla.
Nov. 8, 1942

Dear Ruth:

I am now stationed at the Normandie Hotel living like a king. I have a private room and bath. This is the life for a soldier. I am sending a card with a picture of the hotel and a circle around the window of my room.

42-normadie-s1

40 of us came here from Leavenworth, we rode in a Pullman all the way. It took from Tuesday 7 p.m. until Saturday 10 a.m. to get here, had several stops along the way. One night we stopped at Atlanta, Ga. for 4 hours. 5 of us went to watch them bowl. That’s the largest bowling alley I have ever seen, 52 alleys and they were all going. I got a picture of it and sent to Freddie at the Recreation.

It’s beautiful around here. There are 306 hotels along the beach and they are all filled with service men. They say there are 40,000 men here. From my room I can see ships of all kinds going all the time.

9:00 p.m. — all the shades are drawn and blue bulbs all around. No street lights or cars out after dark. It makes one feel lonesome with all this darkness.

We get up at 6:45 a.m. and eat at 7, 12, and 5. From then until 11 we can do what we please. Tomorrow I start with Examination for 4 days, 6 hours daily. I hope I come out as good as at Leavenworth. After that there will be 20 days of training, and then we move again, where to I don’t know.

Well, so much for the Army life. I would rather haul beer anytime, and that goes for all the rest I talk to here. There is another fellow coming in now just as wet as a duck. It rains all night and daytime is so hot, it’s just like it was at home in July.

Well, I think this will be all for tonight. Don’t raise too much hell, course I am saving mine for later. I am going to try to get back to Soo Falls when I leave here. There are only 4 schools like that in the U.S.

Good night and lots of love,
T.K.

Mom describes the 1953 atomic blast

Looking through another box of letters in the #thingsmomsaved stash. Have to credit her sisters for saving letters as well — otherwise we wouldn’t have the ones _from_ mom sent back to Sioux Falls.

“…it was about the most awe-inspiring thing
I shall ever see, I think.”

Mushroom Cloud From Nuclear Test

This image is in the public domain, at wikipedia, under Upshot Knothole Encore.

I found the letter mom sent to her sister Dorothy describing watching an #atomicbomb go off in Nevada, at the Army’s proving grounds. Our dad witnessed more than one blast, but mom might have seen only this one. Not sure.
From her letter of May 10, 1953…

On Friday, both Kathy and I got up at 4:30, when Thorgel’s alarm went off, and we both stayed up. On the way up the mountain, we could feel it getting chillier, and when we finally got way up on the top, we found about a dozen cars parked, and we got Kathy into her snowsuit, and we donned headscarves, and walked on the footpath to the clearing on top from where we could see the blast. We were up there about 8:00, and all we knew was that it was scheduled any time between 8:00 and 8:30.

< They were on Mt. Charleston. Mom and Kat’n were with mom’s friend Joan, who had a car. Ours was at the Army base. >

We could see a few planes circling around, and the atmosphere was quite tense. We had on dark glasses, and just at 8:30 there was a terrific flash of light, and we could see a big red ball to the west, over Frenchmen’s Flats, and along beside it what looked to me like a dozen rocket flashes (I found out later they were a sort of rocket sent up at the same time to measure the height of the bomb), and then the immense white cloud rose up and mushroomed out, and it was slowly turned into rose and peach and pink, and it was about the most awe-inspiring thing I shall ever see, I think.

There was a tremendous column of dust and smoke that rose up, after it, the stem of the mushroom, and it looked as if the whole area around the flats was covered with dust. Thorgel was viewing it from the viewpoint near the area, and he said it was as if the floor of the flats had been churned into a boiling mass. They saw a big Butler building way up, tossed up into the cloud, and other things flying about. From where they were, it felt as if a hot oven suddenly opened, and they could hardly get their breath for a minute or two.

It was about four or five minutes later when we heard the sound of the blast, sort of echoing around the mountain. Then, the top of the cloud separated from the stem, and started moving along in the wind, and even though it was nearly all white, we could see where it was red with fire inside.

There wasn’t much of an ice cap on this one, probably, Thorgel said, because it was such an enormous force to this one that it was too hot for the ice to form. According to the paper, this was about 1½ to 2 times larger than any blast set off in the continental US. I guess we picked the best one to watch.

< My older sister, Kathleen, was not quite three years old when this event took place. >

Today Kathy got a piece of paper, and an envelope, and told me, “I believe I’ll write a letter to Marion and Art, and tell them that I saw the blast.” Then she marked on the paper, crumpled it up, thrust it in the envelope, licked it, and stuck on some of those gold bond stamps, fore and aft of the envelope, and Thorgel had her take it out and lay it on top of the picket fence, near the mail box. So Marion must write that she got the letter, as Kathy is sure the mailman will pick it up.

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This is the link to a government film made on that day, now archived at the Library of Congress:
http://stream.media.loc.gov/blogs/navcc/HouseMiddle_v1_768x432_800.mp4

I am trying a rice pudding

Addressed to…
Mrs. Mary L. Buswell, R.F.D. #1, Sioux Falls, SD

Toppenish, Wash. • Oct. 16 – 08
Dear Mother,

I received your letter of the 11th this evening. I have been working all the week except Monday a.m. but will finish the job tomorrow.

We are getting along very well at housekeeping. I get breakfast and warm something up for dinner [lunch time] and Mr. L. gets supper, as he gets home before I do. This noon I began to pick up my tools and put them away at 12 o’clock. By 12:15 I had walked home, built a fire, warmed some stew, and sat down to a hot dinner.

This evening I am trying a rice pudding. I put rice and some raisins in a pail and poured a little sugar and some milk over it and put it in the oven. Was that right? I am going to try some baked beans soon.

I got my films back from the photographer. Most of them are good. One or two did not have good light. I got two on one film and the running horses look like a time exposure. I got a very good one of the interior of the Nursery Co.’s stock house where I told you I worked. When I get the things from Montgomery, I will print some off and send them to you.

The house where I live is not plastered. It was just intended for a barn and the man was using it for a house until he could afford to build. The windows are just one sash. There is one on each side except where the door is, and that has a large glass, so we have light enough. I expect to build one for myself as soon as I decide whether I will build a house for rent.

I received the papers you sent. I have been trying the breathing exercises for several years and like them first rate. It rained all night Tuesday and some Wed. night so the dust is all gone now. It has been quite cold at night since. We can see the snow on the mountains now as it snowed there when it rained here.

It’s Sunday now. I found that my rice pudding did not get cooked enough with the quantity of milk I used. So I put in some water and stirred it up and put it in the oven until morning, and then stirred it up again and put in more water and put it back until noon, when it was fairly good.

I forgot to tell you that I saw some apples at the Fair at N.Y. which had been kept by the Cold Storage Co. since 1906 and 1907. The y looked good, but the people who have eaten them tell me that they get dry and mealy, but I suppose that is only intended to show that they can be kept the year around.

I am sending you a couple of papers. I received those ad’s of the magazine and am glad you sent them, as I can save 2 or 3 dollars on it.  I am sending for the Review, McClure’s & American, all for $3.00, regular price $5.50.

Your loving son,
W.J. Buswell

Did I answer Eva’s last letter? [his sister]

The town has a new gasoline fire engine

Addressed to…
Mrs. Mary L. Buswell, R.F.D. #1, Sioux Falls, SD

Toppenish, Wash. • Oct. 4 – 08
Dear Mother,

I received your letter of the 27th relt [?]. I did not send that magazine I spoke of as I had not read it all and I mislaid it and forgot it. But will send it before long. Please send the C&B and Review, for which I will send you stamps. I am sending you that special edition of the Review that I spoke of. They only got it out yesterday.

I boarded several weeks at Mrs. Rowland’s house (shown in the picture) while working on the canal last winter. Mrs. R. is a very nice lady. I worked for the Cascade Lumber Co. this week building a fence around their new yard.

I went to the fair at N. Yakima one day this week. It was a good exhibit but not as large as the fair used to be in Sioux Falls. The exhibits were of course, principally fruit and poultry second. Hogs showed that they did not live in corn country.

Do you remember the acc’ts in the paper about the old man Ezra Meeker who went from Tacoma to Wash. D.C. & N.Y. with an ox team last year? He was interested in having the gov’t erect monuments to mark the places where the early settlers lived and the principal points of the road where they traveled west. He came west in 1852.

He was at the fair at N.Y. selling some books giving acc’ts of the trip. Had the oxen and wagon there too. The wagon box was made to be used as a boat and he says that he crossed the rivers when coming west in a worse one. He also wrote a book about the early settlers on Puget Sound. I got one of the books about the trip made last year.

The Indians are going to hold a fair in Toppenish this week & next. The expect Indians from 10 tribes in the N.W. The features will be principally horse racing & war dancing.

I do not expect to build a house unless I can rent it, until they begin to build the R.R. Mr. Miller told me that two school teachers wanted to rent his 3-room house at $10 per mo. and let it stand empty thru vacation so they would have it when school began, but he had already rented it. I suppose they are paying 5 or 6 dollars each per week for board & room at a private house, so it would be a big saving.

Mr. Fitts the butcher — (Fitts & Thomas, see special edition, they both boarded where I did last month) told me that they knew of 2 or 3 parties who would rent a house if they could. So I think there will be no difficulty about that.

I have been thinking that it would be a good scheme to buy a lot in this town to save paying rent. The money that I would pay for rent would make the first payment, and in 2 years after the reservation opened I could sell for several times what it cost, 2 or 3 at  least.

I can get lots for $125 to $250 each, pay 1/3 down, 8% int. on balance for as long a time as I want. I can build a house big enough for myself and warmer than this for $20, and when I am ready will make it part of a larger one for rent or sale.

The papers are at the bank ready for delivery and when Mr. Miller comes I will get my deed & abstract. I will send them in a large envelope and you may put them in my box without opening it, unless you want to read them. Will also enclose the paid up policy for 8.80 cents which I received for my dividend.

Do you know that next Feb. is the 100th anniversary of Lincoln’s birth! You may have this Canada 5¢ stamp. The town has a new gasoline fire engine with 2000 feet of hose.

Your loving son,
W.J. Buswell

I do not think that General Kuropatkin will tell anything…

Addressed to…
Mrs. Mary L. Buswell, R.F.D. #1, Sioux Falls, SD

Toppenish, Wash. • Aug. 9 – 08
Dear Mother,

I received your letter of the 2nd inst. on Sat. instead of Friday this time. I was working yesterday and 1/2 the day before on a grand stand for a ball park and will probably work there tomorrow. I have a chance to work at two different places. Both are waiting for material which will probably be here in a day or two.

There is another business block to be built in Zillah [Washington]. They say there will be a bank there. The Odd Fellows in Zillah have finished the foundation to their building and have begun on the walls which are concrete blocks.

They have already rented one of the store rooms down stairs — (there is one small one on the side street left) — and two of the four office rooms upstairs. There are two large school houses to be built in Toppenish as soon as the bids are made and the contracts are awarded. Also several residences.

A number of the people say that there will be considerable building as soon as the weather is cooler. From what I have seen of the summer here, I think it is very pleasant. There are only a few days so far when we don’t have a breeze and it is always cool when there is a breeze.

The mountains do not show up very well in the hot weather. There is a sort of haze something like we have at home in the indian summer. We cannot see much but a dim outline of the mts. and sometimes only of those near by.

Mr. R. is a good cook. He used to work in hotels and restaurants. I wash the dishes and clean up.

I heard that Jonas C. was going to marry Miss C. before I came away, but I did not place much confidence in the report. Probably it is the same old story revived.

I rather expected Buchanans to come back to the farm soon. Does Fred expect to have his oats threshed or will he feed them in the bundle? How many acres did he have?

I received the Building Estimator all right, also the C&B and the bundle of the Press. [Probably he means a S.D. local newspaper — maybe Yankton Press & Dakotan, if it was in regular publication at the time, another thing #needsresearch.]

Did you send the Review of Reviews? I did not get the McClures this month as I did not go after it until they were all gone. [This must have been a periodical publication. Just coincidence that we have distant relatives last name of McClure?]

I do not think that General Kuropatkin will tell anything that the Russian Govt does not want told unless he has left Russia.

Your loving son,
W.J. Buswell

I found another nickel last night. Did you have the last film developed that I sent home? Please put this paper away for me.

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Will seems to have been an avid news reader and followed the political issues of his day. fyi: Alexei N. Kuropatkin was the Russian Imperial Minister of War from 1898 to 1904. He was also involved in a Russian conflict with Japan, and a commander during WWI — which hasn’t started yet, as of 1908.

The recipient wrote “Shurtlef Shurtleff concert” on the back of the envelope. Random trivia: letter postage in the USA at the time was 2 cents for first class. That included the envelope, as the envelope was purchased from the Toppenish P.O. with postal imprint printed in red ink and embossed.

 

We made an ice box

Toppenish, Wash • Jul 26 – 08
Dear Mother,

I received your letter of the 19th inst. I have started to keep bachelors hall with two others this week. Mr. Reindollar and Mr. Walter Myers from Huron, SD, and another man will probably join us in a week or two.

We rented a house for $5.00 per mo. and 3 of us were paying a total of $22.00 per mo. for a room each week. Mr. R. and I are boarding ourselves. We do not know just how much it will cost us, but we expect to save more than half. The man who owns the house left us a good stove.

We made a table for 69¢ and a bunk each. Mine cost 25¢ for the lumber and I wove some string and rope across for a bed spring, the same as you fix the chair seats. Then I lay my quilt across double and put a sack filled with underwear, etc. for my pillow. When it gets colder I am going to get a woolen blanket from Montgomery and perhaps another quilt.

We made an ice box out of a large box and a small one inside of it, and the space between packed with sawdust, and a cover over each. We bought a few dishes and cooking utensils. I bought about a half cord of wood — blocks and pieces left over from building a house — for 50¢ and it cost 50¢ more to have it hauled.

I did not have any work for a week or 10 days — except a promise of some — but am working now and the prospects are very good for the future. I have not heard whether I will get that contract or not but probably will in a day or two.

The town in getting very busy now a days. They are shipping considerable fruit and hay tho not near as much as they will in about a month.

They are going to build two new school houses here besides the one that I am figuring on, and have just started a 2-story hospital and 2 more brick blocks.

When the reservation is opened there will be plenty of work I think. We do not know just when it will open but it will probably be within 8 mo.

Please send the August C&B when it comes. Hope you have sent the Building Estimator book I sent for.

Your loving son,
W.J. Buswell

I will enclose 55¢ to pay for the photos and for postage on the papers you send out.

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Note: I wonder what the “C&B” periodical publication is that Will mentioned. Doesn’t seem likely it would be “Crosse & Blackwell” outside of the UK, does it? Or “Callard & Bowser’s” — all I can think of at the moment. Put it on the list: #needsresearch.

Also curious: where’s Kate during this time? I had thought they went to Toppenish together, but clearly, she’s not there with him in 1908.

Toppenish, Washington

FYI: There will be occasional abbreviations and references that don’t mean anything to me, either. If I can, I will clarify in brackets.

Will Buswell is about 38 years old when he writes this letter. Not sure what Will was doing as a younger adult, but I assume working as a farmer on family-owned land? His father was 66 and neither very strong or healthy, it would seem. (I don’t know that James Murdock Buswell had been injured in the Civil War, but something like PTSD must have been an issue.)

Addressed to: Mrs. Mary L. Buswell, R.F.D. #1, Sioux Falls, SD

Toppenish, Washington • July 12 – 08
Dear Mother,

I received your welcome letter of the 5th inst. Am glad to hear that you have the old S.S. started again. Perhaps you will be more successful this time as it has been so long since there has been any that people will be more interested. There are surely enough people if they will come.

We have had quite warm weather this week, several days over 100 in the shade. But it is quite pleasant if one is working in the shade.

Work is getting pretty scarce here now tho there are a few new buildings starting. A good many people are going away. I want to work here as long as I can as it is too expensive to move about. From all I hear, it is about the same everywhere, so there is not much use to run about anyway.

It can not be that Fred [his brother] is taking very good care of his bees to let them swarm so much. But I suppose that he is too busy as usual.

Is there no water running through the tile or is it all filled up?

I got the July C&B tho it took nearly 2 weeks to get here. Do not send the Aug. number until I tell you because I may move before then.

The church at NY is made of stone. Did I send home a postal card picture of it?

Well, I have been here over a year now and I think that the climate here can not be excelled tho some who come from Cal. claim that is much better. Besides the climate I do not think it is any better here than in S.D. or at least in Sioux Falls.

I think I would like Seattle if it were not so wet and rainy in the winter. There seems to be much difficulty in raising tomatoes here. They most all die as soon as they begin to blossom but yield immensely if they live thru. I think they put too much water on them in the hot weather and scald them.

Why does not Fred write?

I cannot decide what I will do until I find whether we are going to have hard times. It looks very much to me as tho we would. I want to stay here as long as I can get work then I suppose I must go home. — In any event I will be coming home but the time is rather uncertain.

I have not received The Review but probably will in a day or two.

Your loving son,
W.J. Buswell

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Aside: My mom was a voracious reader who came from a long line of readers, par excellence. On the back of the envelope, I see where the recipient had written the title of two publications she didn’t want to forget: Adventures in Contentment; The Open Road. I’m still finding random notes about books in papers my mom left behind. Now I realize her grandma did the same thing.

“The Methodist preacher _reads_ his sermons.”

Will-armourToday’s offering is Will Buswell’s earliest letter that I have, written to his mother from Brookings, SD, in 1903 (March 5). [That’s where one of the South Dakota’s universities is located.] I’m not sure what kind of a training course he enrolled in, but he did eventually become an architect and skilled builder, so I know he paid attention.

[In case you haven’t been following yet, Will Buswell’s mother was Mary Louisa Davies Buswell, the mother of my mom’s mother.]

Envelope addressed to Mrs. J.M. Buswell, Shindler, SD

Brookings, SD • Mar 5 – 03
Dear Mother,

I received your letter last week. The snow has all gone here and the mud is drying up fast with a heavy south wind. I went to the Methodist Church twice today. I have gone mostly to the Presbyterian as they have a better preacher. The Methodist preacher reads his sermons. The Methodists are going to have a new $20,000 church next year. The Presbyterian church cost as much and the Baptist is a very pricey one.

A good many of the boys are going home now to begin spring work and some of the classes look slim. Tell Fred [his brother] to get some barley ground and feed the mules and lady all they will eat, but not enough so they will leave any. Give them some whole until he can get it ground. He had better get it ground at Park Hobsons.

I have not got along very well with my music as my voice has been more or less hoarse all winter. I have not had much cold but my voice has not been clear. Still I have got some good out of it.

I was in hopes that Mr. Whipple would stay until I came home. I would like to see him and hear him talk of Cuba.

I have finished a pair of tongs and just began to work in steel.

Tell Eva [his sister] that I get plenty to eat here and it is always ready on time. It does not take near as much as it used to for me or any of the boys here. I don’t believe any of us eat half as much as we did the first two weeks.

Tell Fred to hurry up and send me the money if he has not as I want to be sure and have it in plenty of time to go home. If my mules were sold, I would like to stay here a while longer.

Your loving son,
W.J. Buswell

My music teacher is a great one, but not as good as Mr. Indreth.