Hit Parade Archives - Moss Letters

20 March 1943

Dearest Dad:

It’s high time I sat down and once again wrote you a letter. I received yours a couple of days ago and I believe it was the only one during the week.

This is Saturday night. Although it’s been many weekends since I’ve enjoyed a civilian weekend, I was especially reminiscent on the subject tonight. I listened to The Hit Parade and some dance music and that helped recall those lost day of follies. Right now Fred Allen is on and it is always a marvel to me that both of us can listen to the same program. In a loose sort of a way it forms a feeling of nearness.

Next month I hope that I can have a few photographs taken. Good photographers are not in abundance but their work is acceptable. They are all Japanese, who all seem to possess a curious mania for cameras.

The bridge foursome got together again tonight and it was a successful session for me. We just finished a few minutes ago. I believe I am improving regardless of the dubious tutelage.

I hope that you have received the knick-knacks by now and it was too bad they couldn’t be there for Mom’s birthday. I am doing considerable reading and it seems that I can never read enough. There is such an infetertmable number of articles in my brain and the resulting consciousness of my inadequacy is very depressing.

Well I’ve come to the end of another very brief letter. Physically I’m very well and have not been on sick call since being on the islands. For all I think of you I should be able to write more and I do hate to stop. I’ll write tomorrow. A million times I’ve gone over the first day when I get home.

Love,

28 November 1942

Dear Folks:

It hasn’t been twenty hours ago that I laid down my pen on the last letter to you but I can’t sit around tonite without writing you. Received a card from June today with a dollar bill in it—a cute card. Then had a letter from Geraldine who is teaching in Elk Creek. The Davis’ do good by me in writing. A good day for mail. Suppose you are all subsiding after the holiday and can’t hardly imagine Kate as Mrs. Creal. I hope she gets the message I sent her. Today was Saturday, the old Saturdays still reflect on the ones now. Heard part of the Army game and the Hit Parade. Something warming about hearing the same programs. I wish I could tell you a little more in my letters but it only takes a word or two to disclose something that might be damaging. Tonight have been doing the weekend polishing. My laundry is done by a Filipino lady who does a very good job.

Love,

1 November 1942

Dear Nancy:

Guess there’s no better way to start the month than a letter to you—received yours recently and Dick’s too and I like to get your letters so much. Guess (I) was sort of secretive on the mainland but now I write like a Russian revolutionist. Tonite another Saturday and right now the Hit Parade is on—quite a contrast to most I’ve known. Tomorrow is my pass day and I intend to go to church and later to the dance. Of course there are no evening dances here—all in the afternoon. Presently the excitement is payday. Then some shopping for all of you. Suppose you are having as much a thrill about the wedding as Katie and you want to have plenty of hankeys ready for prom. Write often Nancy and you’ll always get a reply. I’m going to listen to you practice a play and (spend the) whole day with you when I get home.

Love,