Flensburg, Germany
Sudermarkt 4--IV
March 31/33
Dear Mother and Dad,
I have received two letters from you this week which goes to show that things are happening in America. It seems as though the world is trying to turn over. When I first came over here, America was still a place of a so-called paradise in the eyes of the world and now it is just the opposite. What is all this about earthquakes and the like on the Eastern front? It looks as if the prophecies of old are going into fulfillment. What?? More than that, Germany is driving the Jews out of the country which was also prophesied at the time of Christ. The Hitlerites have been standing in front of all the Jew stores in town and keeping the people from entering them to buy. As a matter of fact they are doing the same thing all over Germany. Here in Flensburg, they hung signs out in front of their stores warning them not to buy by the Jews. To make it worse, they painted crooked noses all over the signs to let them know who they were talking about. Hitler has taken over the entire German Nation with his authority and power, it looks like. And if I am any judge he is just leading himself to his own funeral. As is cited in the Bible, "Wo unto those who persecute the Jews". I can't see any future to Germany as a nation.
I have been in sort o' a gloomy mood all day. I guess it is because of the weather. It can't be spring fever because we haven't had any spring as yet. Last night, we held a Mutual Improvement Association get-together which kept us out too late which I imagine accounts for said environment. The missionaries in Kiel came up and we offered our part to the program by rendering some quartet numbers from our "heimatland". The coincidental part about we missionaries in the Schleswig Holstein District is that we can all carry a pretty good tune which has won a name for us as a quartet. At the close of the Program, we pulled a good one on them by being announced for another number which we proceeded to prepare ourselves for, and upon taking our tones, we hollered April fool at them and sat down. While the boys were away last week, I stayed home and taught the Branch the Virginia Reel which was also rendered on the program. The party turned out to be a success as far as the members were concerned but rather a bore to the Missionaries because we couldn't take part on the dancing etc. Mission Rules are Mission Rules.
So you have Beer at home now. I guess that wild and wooly West of ours will come back into reality again. That is the conception of most of the saints concerning the West anyway. They still think that America has her Wild West as is pictured in the movies. I went to a Wild West Show the other night and got homesick. The cowboys sang "Home on the Range" which surely made a funny feeling run up and down our spines. The environment over her in Germany is so different from that in America that when a fellow does get a glimpse of something of American life he pays double just to see it.
So I am a relative of Rulon Paxman, am I. Rulon is quite the fellow. He and I became quite well acquainted with each other while in the Mission School.
I will be in Hamburg and Kiel the next two weeks and probably won't have time to write.
Love,
Clarence.
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