Otto CW Kappelmann to Anna-Marie Bubendey




Daniel Metraux






My dear Anna-Marie,

This is about the first time that I’m sitting around the office, during office hours, doing absolutely nothing—that is, since the last three months or so, and it does seem very peculiar. Discharges are coming along very slowly and far between and everyone is speculating as to just when the final wind up will occur. Orders for the entire demobilization of this camp have been received some days ago but so far nothing seems to be stirring. However, I guess it can’t be far off, now.

Nothing of interest or out of the ordinary has occurred since writing last, so I’m afraid I can’t make this letter very interesting; however, I want to thank you very much for your letter of the last Wednesday.

I am very sorry to hear that you are again without help, and I certainly sympathize with you very much and can understand what a lot of troubles you are having. I wish I could help you in some way or to think of some way to lighten your burdens but it seems that we must have lots of patience and hope that the future will soon bring a change. There is no doubt that things will now begin to get more normal again and the help question will, therefore, become less aggravating. Of course, as I have already stated, the house causes lots of work and trouble and if I had my way I would certainly be inclined to changing to a smaller place where there is less work to do, and so situated that help can be more easily procured. Flatbush has always been a sort of a sticker for help!

I do hope that you have recovered entirely from your grippe by this time and that you, father and the children are well.

In regard to Paul, well we’ll have to see what can be done to correct his faults. However, as I always said, he’s a bright little chap and will certainly get rid of the few bad habits he has when he gets a little older, and sees so I would not worry about that.

Yes, I remember Mr. Meyer quite well—has a short beard? We used to call him, or rather speak about him about as ‘Jesus Christ’ Meyer on account of his make-up. However, he’s quite a nice chap, at that.

The eats arrived safe and sound, as I already wrote father. They are certainly great and very much enjoyed by a pal and myself. I’m especially fond of the liver and Cincinnati wurst. With the little tea egg, we can now make very good tea. My pal has a large stove in his tent and so the water can be boiled very easily. My own tent mates don’t care much for that sort of thing and I spend most of my leisure time in the other tent. The other night, Sunday, we had quite a swell time—tea, pineapple, cake, crackers, cigars and a phonograph which we borrowed from another tent.

With lots of love to you, father and the children,

Your brother,

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Kappelmann, Otto Carl Wilhelm, 1888-1960, “Otto CW Kappelmann to Anna-Marie Bubendey,” 1919 July 12, WWP18940, Otto Kappelmann Letters, Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library & Museum, Staunton, Virginia.