At Truax Field, Frank joined the "Service Club." It seemed they were in "service" of having fun, like this singing group. In Frank's last letter, he wrote about the fun he had playing with a little kid. Here's [...]
Frank at Cave of the Mounds, WI Frank loved kids. He was the baby of the family—ten years younger than my dad, the second oldest of the three Gartz boys. Even at age eighteen, when so many guys [...]
Letter #1 USO 6-9-43 Dear Mom: I can’t tell how this writing looks because I had my eyes dilated today and all I can see is a blurred line. The Dr. Said that I was a little farsighted and I [...]
My grandmother's latest letter, written seventy years ago today, combines homey sorts of news with motherly concern for Frank. She relates her visit to her half-sister in Cleveland, Ohio, asks about the visit my dad and mom made to see [...]
For Memorial Day weekend, I dedicate these letters to our soldiers in arms, our veterans, and all the mothers and dads and families who yearn for their safe return. This letter is from my grandmother Lisi Gartz responding to her son Frank's ("Ebner") previous letter.