November 13, 1943
Storrs, CT
Dear Folks,
Just a brief note to let you know that I’m still around, physically at least. The night before last, it really got cold up here. My room is situated on the North side of the building and we get all the benefits of the gale that blows through. Even with all my blankets, I was cold. I’m finally going into Willimantic to have my pants tailored, today. Probably take in a show, too.
We had a swell time on the train coming back. We met a bunch of girls going back to a girl’s academy near Boston. We were hoping Hartford would never come, but it finally did & we had to leave them. They were hatching up some plot for not going to school. They were going to telephone & say they missed the train & as a result, stay in Hartford overnight.
Boy, I’d like to drive over Clarissa Street now. Must be wonderful. Well, it’s time for class ---- so
Love,
Ben
About Me
- Pfc Benjamin Kaplow
- In 1943 I was drafted into World War 11 right out of Madison High School, Rochester, NY. This is my story as told in the letters I wrote home. They’re all here, all 192 of them. Spend some time with me as I describe my experiences in basic training and then off to war. They were written in an attempt to help me feel close to my family and to let them know what was going on in my life. It’s the first time I was away from home and I have to confess that I was homesick. My folks were Esther and Jacob Kaplow. We were four children in this order: Arnette, Ruth, Bob, and myself.
A Plot
Ben is at the University of Connecticut for A.S.T.P. school. Student dorms left something to be desired in 1943. Meeting girls on the train must have been fun for this 18 year old!
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