Sorry for my tardiness, family. It is time for a letter from home post, but since he didn’t write about anything “Google-able” there isn’t anything for me to add to his letter for your enjoyment. Christmas season is almost over and I will be back on schedule with weekend posts. Enjoy.
Envelope post dated March 3, 1941
Mr. & Mrs. K.W. Rhoades & family
4011 North 30th Street
Pearl Harbor Honolulu T.H.
Sunday, March 2
Well here I am again. Its been quite a while since you have heard from me hasn’t it (2 weeks). Well we just pulled in yesterday and are going out again in the morning on our annual maneuvers. The talk is that we will be out a couple weeks and are going to cross the equator, woe is this poor pollywog.
Well that lucky Bill is leaving this hell hole Wednesday. They are going back to Long Beach and then to Bremerton for a five month overall. He will probably leave there, being in the dick[?] force. We go back when they are finished.
Well how is everything back there? We fired [the] main battery when we were out last time. I didn’t get to see it as I was in the engine room, but boy I could sure feel it. Felt like we were rolling over.
I went ashore last night didn’t do much, went to a movie and walked around a bit but that was all. I haven’t see Bill since we went out, but [I] imagine he will be over today as it will be our last chance to see each other before he goes back.
I was glad to hear you passed all your subjects, Dick. Keep up the good work and maybe you can amount to more than your brother does. I’m getting along pretty good and friendly with everyone, in fact I have more friends than you can slap a stick at. Wednesday is payday you ought to be getting my allotment check pretty soon. I had a few pictures taken yesterday. They didn’t turn out very good but [I] am sending you one when I get some money together. I will get the big one you wanted. Well I can’t think any more sorry but there just isn’t any news.
We have what we think is the photo sent in this letter. A black and white profile shot of Kenney standing on deck – close up.
Loads of love to all
On a separate paper with the letter…
Here is a poem I thought you might get a kick out of.
The author or exact date of this poem is unknown. Another version is found written in a letter home by George Edward Jones of Tennessee in 1945 while serving on the USS Indianapolis. Most likely this was a popular poem being passed around in the Navy.