August 14, 1942 is an amazing letter:
“This morning I’m on the second half of my twenty-four hour shift and I’ve just come back from walking the beach. There was a bad storm last night and it has washed the remains of a wreck up on the beach. There is no way of telling how the ship came to grieve but he certainly must have been smashed bad from the amount of wreckage.”
He goes on to describe what he saw.
“There is everything lining the shore. The name on a pair of oars is L.W.B.A.C.O. but that means nothing. There are life preservers, men’s clothing, all kinds of food, (onions, corn, turnips, a jar of olives, dozens of cans of coffee, and other stuff and stuff), and a huge amount of broken wood and lumber. Another peculiar thing lying down there is a wagon shaft. What that was doing on a boat is beyond me.”
The list is crazy – especially the barrel of lard without the barrel. I’ve searched and searched and can’t find anything in the Boston Globe about a wreck or L.W.B.A.C.O. As he continues on, he encounters a guy singing on the rocks. The review is not favorable. Read all about it in the August 1942 flip book.
Meanwhile, the news is not all bad. Check out the Boston Globe from August 14, 1942 – there’s no shortage of cheese.
