130th Infantry WWI Doctor Letter "Somewhere in France" May 29, 1918

This letter was written by a Doctor, who was with the 130th Infantry.  The letter was written from “Somewhere in France”, May 29, 1918. From the letter…..

   Well this is a beautiful day. The air is just right to be comfortable. Last night we went to a little town near here which has an old church which is said to have been established in 1642. The statuary in it was fine especially one of Joan of Arc. The windows  were also beautiful. I don’t know when they were put in but they are very old and quaint. We were taken up to the top of the steeple by a little French boy. They also had several altars which were not so very richly furnished as this is not such a rich district apparently. About the church they have a cemetery which completely surrounds it. The graves we saw were rather recent, 1840 I think was the oldest we saw. They mostly all have a box about three by 5 or 6 feet with a slate slab, with the date and epitaph on them, in French. The buildings are all covered with slate here too. The people here about all have cows and one sees them going about in the evening taking them to pasture. The butter they say is very fine but as they get about $1.00 a pound for it, I haven’t had any yet. Haven’t seen but 2 four wheeled conveyances since here all are two wheeled carts. Saw two big loads of hay the other day. I thought would be on a hay rack because of their size but when they came to an opening in the hedge I saw they too were on a cart. One horse was in the ? And another one ahead, a spike team. They have good horses here as a rule about all have long fretlocks and bobbed tails. They all seem full of life as they go up hill and down on the trot. The women wear little linen caps and the men low crowned broad brimmed hats with steamers on them behind. I don’t know whether the streamers are mourning or not as they are all black, some have crape. One is impressed at the amount of people wearing crape on their hats or veils. There are also quite a good many French uniforms seen where the wearers are home on furlough or because of wounds. Some who have been gassed. The men as a rule are smaller, whom I have seen, than the average man in our army. One doesn’t see many men except in uniform or old people to old to go to war. Well I must close dear suppose we will go to a training camp soon, and I will be glad to get down to work again. Love to you as ever dearest. 


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