Oak Grove Coburn High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Vassalboro, ME)

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OAK LEAVES 1947 Some Camp in England, 700 A.U.C. To my dearest mother, Greetings. Word from Rome comes so slowly to brighten this dreary life. The beauty of our southern country, indeed, seems almost lost to me. Here, all is cold, damp, and depressing. We must stay here to do our duty, and I, as lieutenant, have the ever present job on hand of encouraging the men, but it seems at times to be almost useless. Most would prefer a good battle to this dreary camp life where boredom breeds discontent which is not easily overcome. The dark fog creeps in from the sea, and into all parts of our hearts. I need not tell you how I long for our sunshine and warmth. Rome seems far away. Often I feel strong resentment against those leaders -who prevent us from returning. Once, only, I have tasted something of my former life. We had been conducting a siege against a barrier of fighting barbarians, strange people who seem hardly men, and, having broken through their boundaries, we pursued them farther into the west than I had been before. As our provi- sions were growing scant, we turned to a southern direction, and at length arrived in Bath. Here we found, much to our surprise and pleasure, as you may imagine, an attempt to recapture something of the beauty and ease of life which prevails in our Roman cities. We spent two days in this spot, which seemed celestial in the midst of such desolation. How I wished I could have lingered there. The discus- sion of politics, forums and temples was good for my stagnant thoughts. WHEN MRS. OWEN WAS AT HOME TO SENIORS 20

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TO OAK GROVE We came and found you, Some earlier than others, Some not used to life away from home, But each one feeling the same newness, The same wonder, OAK LEAVES 1947 Now it's no longer new, this life at Oak Grove. You have become an integral part of our daily lives, A part of us. We will go forth Each one bound to all, As we have been here, By your common life, experience, and heritage, As will all students who climb this hill above the Kennebec. And we are part of you, Just as we will be, always. We will send our thanks back with each thought, To you, Oak Grove, Through all our years. 22