During the latter portion of the Nineteenth Century the public school tax base was not nearly as great as it is today. Costs exceeding the bare necessities were financed with the proceeds earned from other sources–pie suppers for one. Pie supper rules were simple. Ladies and girls, young and old, prepared fancy boxes containing two sandwiches and two pieces of pie, as well as as the name of the lady as well. My Grandmother Susie Brown was among those who participated in these events.
When World War I began she lived in Carlton, Nebraska, a place where the Union Pacific steam locomotives stopped to replenish their water. She was a go-getter, a person who did what she could for those who were in need.
The doughboys fit that category, so she prepared boxes of fried chicken and sandwiches, and while the train was stopped in Carlton she handed these boxes in through the windows. Naturally, she followed the pie supper protocol with her name and address in each box. One Doughboy, Peter, corresponded with her throughout the war.
The six photos included in this blog were sent to her from France sometime between 1914 and 1918. Most of them have no explanation, but I’ve included what captions there are.
Obviously, these soldiers are preparing for trench warfare.
“And this one is where the boys are marching along with an air of superiority. I don’t give a dash about the whole German Army. And where their suits are a iconic to the French people.”
It seems to me that this a a “V” for Victory
French children are waiting for our soldiers marching to Camps, to cover the road with flowers. Aren’t they pretty? The soldiers all say that France has the beautiful flowers they have ever seen.