Howard and Camille's Engagement Story
Howard and Camille wrote to each other several times a week up until the time they got married at Fort Bragg in North Carolina where Howard was stationed. We don’t have Camille’s letters to Howard but, we do have a few of the wonderful love letter’s Howard wrote so warmly to his future wife. He expresses in one letter how he wasn’t a poetic author like “Robert Browning” and he had a difficult time expressing his feelings but the sweet names he called Camille such as Honey, Dear, Darling, and Sweet give us an example of the feelings he had for this beautiful young lady. He signed his name “Smitty” because at the time his last name was Smith from his step-father. In the Army they gave him the nickname “Smitty” and it just stuck with him until he was released from the Army. Later he decided to change his name from “Smith” to that of his birth father, which was “Lundeen.”
Howard and Camille must have been going through a rough patch in their relationship. A long distance relationship, constantly writing and calling took it’s toll. Howard reassured Camille many times, if he could leave he would but he couldn’t and wished for Camille to come to him. On October 19th 1945, Howard asked Camille to marry him at the end of the letter for a second time in their relationship. There is a wet mark on the letter that could possibly be a tear from an excited young lady who without many family ties and relationships found herself in love and contemplated a future life with this man that she was beginning to fall in love with. Howard nervously wrote back two days later telling her he tried to call but he couldn’t get through. His letter is a little more formal. I’m sure he was extremely nervous about his proposal at the end of the previous letter, not knowing how Camille would react and what her answer might be with where their relationship was heading. Then on Oct 24th he wrote how excited he was that she had accepted his proposal and they both planned a wedding a month away. His letter was filled with excitement and joy that someday she would be his wife.
What was VJ Day? August 15th 1945 was considered “V-J Day” Japan ceased fighting in World War II, It was a day of celebration for the world. Camille sent a telegram on this exact day.
Telegram from Camille to Howard
Capt H.K Smith Camp Hood Texas
Congratulations Honey for a job well done. Love Camille
August 15 1945-
**In reference to VJ Day she sent this telegram to let Howard know how excited she was that the war would soon come to a close.
Letter August 16, 1945
Hello Y’all 16 Aug 1945
Here ‘tis, V-J Day +2 and this fellah has not yet comprehended the full significance of the fateful declaration on 14 August. Maybe this can be attributed to a minimum of celebrating on this Post. The “business as usual” spirit prevails and there has not been a moment of respite in training.
Your telegram was received yesterday with a good deal of pleasure. Tho I must modestly deny the implication that the war could not have been won without my contribution. Thanks sugar for your thoughtfulness.
Just think, no more gas rationing! Just drive in and say, “fillerup!” Now if Uncle Sam would kindly give me a week off or send me home, Pandora and I would b e paying you a visit.
Do you remember Lt. Meyers and his wife, Jane” They have a fairly nice little place on the Post and were telling me last night that if you could possibly swing a trip this way they would be very pleased to have you stay with them. It’s too bad you don’t have a longer vacation or your folks don’t live in this part of Texas. I would very much like to see you about now. Texas is mighty warm these days but we have a luscious swimming pool in which you could languish most of the day.
So you like “all the men” do you? That’s a broad statement, Camille, and I think you should modify it somewhat. I’m perfectly normal too, but I would hesitate to say I liked all women.
The Trailer Park at Big Bear Lake is finally doing business and I’m just wondering if I’ll return before October to assist with the vacationers. I don’t think so.
Ross must have gone on leave when I went to the hospital as he has not been around the post week. Glad he wrote to you.
Eat your vitamins, be a good girl and think of the lanky one
With Love Smitty
***Howard’s car was a 1940’s Pontiac that he named “Pandora”
Letter from September 16, 1945
Hi Honey! 16 Sept 1945
The balance of the trip after saying goodnight to you was highly enjoyable but. Could have been more had we another passenger whose initials are C.H. There were times when the captain would have so much liked to relax on a soft shoulder.
My sis at Oak Ridge was expecting me at the meeting was a happy one as we had not seen each other in over two years. She accompanied us from Knoxville to Ashville, N.C. about 150 miles through some of the most scenic country in this region: the “Smokies.” Helen had never been that high before, about 5000feet.
We arrived Fayetteville about 1:30 A.M. on the 13th Sept got hotel rooms and proceeded to soak up some much needed sleep.
Reported into the Post same day but didn’t settle down to work until the following day, the 14th. I’m CO of the first company activated here (Company “A”) and am very pleased with the officers and cadets assigned me.
The Post is much nicer than was expected being a very neat ad clean with lots of lawn, shrubbery and trees. A nice place to conduct a romance. How about it?
I have been trying to figure out what either of us gained from our last meeting together and this rather uninspired approach to a very serious subject. It’s quite evident we are not in love but doesn’t necessarily mean we couldn’t be. Perhaps its just as well we enjoy and appreciate each other when and where we can and let our future relationship be guided by sincere and spontaneous emotions. This of course means I’d like to have you visit Bragg as soon and as long as possible.
The rains came with our arrival here and today, Sunday the down pour is incessant. This wouldn’t bother me ‘cept the room leaks and a steady stream trickles within inches of my bed. Did the storms ever get to Louisville?
Write soon and keep your Captain friend as to events affecting the welfare and well being of my “career” girl.
Regards to your Aunt and thanks again for taking care of me.
Love, Howie Smitty
Letter From September 23, 1945
Camille- dear: 23 Sept 1945
Your answer to that delayed letter of mine just reached me today. Tis Sunday and I hardly expected any mail but when I returned from church on the main post, there it was on my cot. Good readin’, too with several implications on which Smitty would like you to elaborate. For instance: “I’ve definitely made up my mind to get married and have a family, whether the unlucky man be you or someone else.” That presents a somewhat exciting prospect. So my suggestion is: Take that leave, come to Fort Bragg and lets find out.
Glenn is weekend DO and he had Helen come out with the baby. We just had dinner together in the regimental mess. Little Jimmy has been trying to walk and actually took about twenty steps by himself today. One more week and there’ll be no holding him. He loves it. If you come this way Helen says they have an extra room in which they would gladly have you stay.
Recent heavy rains really flooded the neighboring countryside. Flood waters reached an all time high in some places. Fayetteville was in a bad way. Remember the one at Knox last winter?
Training commences tomorrow and our newly arrived trainees are launched on a 17 weeks course. — Are these boys green! I’ve already had a lot of good laughs at their expense.
Fort Bragg is actually a prettier Post than Knox, though it doesn’t have the numerous clubs found there. It is much more forested here. Very nice.
So the tonsils came out? Who was there to hold your hand? We now have something in common , a tonsillectomy. Surely clad you’re doing so well.
Keep it up feel good, be good, and tell me when you’re coming my way.
Amor, Howard
Letter From September 25, 1945
Howdy Sweet! 25 Sept 1945
How’s my little convalescent? You certainly bounced back in good shape, making Smitty very happy.
Your second letter arrived yesterday and I have read and reread it. Do you realize what you say there might possibly make a married woman out of you? The views expressed on companionship and “love” pretty well coincide with mine. A few more years than you possess have brought me to the same belated conclusion and you’re corresponding with a man who feels “ready.” Another visit with each other and perhaps we can decide. Don’t you agree with me that you should see Fort Bragg?
Football season is going into high gear and I plan to include several of the big games in my program. Expect to see the Navy -Duke game Saturday after next, if our Battalion parade doesn’t interfere with the schedule. How would you like to attend too?
Has your Aunt’s boy arrived home yet? If so, she must be quite happy? Taken good care of that throat, Camille, and don’t start eating popcorn too soon.
Find time to write and keep this fella informed on your very personal life. He’s very interested.
Much Love, Smitty
Letter from September 28, 1945
My Darling, 28 Sept 1945
Most of what is written here will be discussed on the phone tonight if I have any luck getting a call through to you this evening.
It’s Sunday again and I buzzed over to the Post Chapel for the morning service. Colonel Trexler, the Post Chaplain delivers marvelous sermons and one of his best was presented this morning. It dealt with Martin Luther’s visit to Rome the impetus he gave to Protestantism when he was excommunicate from the Catholic Church. It covered the basic principles of Protestants, of any denomination, are not familiar .
After the service I met with Chaplain Trexler and made tentative arrangements for our wedding. Told him we would like it performed Thanksgiving Eve. The chapel is used a great deal and considerable advance notice must be given. You’ll like him.
Personally, Sweetheart, this fellow is feeling more certain each day that this proposed “Team” is going to work out. Hope you feel the same.
So you’re very willing to lend an ear to my troubles. Made me feel good to read that but I hope, Darling, that there will always be but few.
Saw the Byrnes’ last night and they sent their best.
More later With my Love,
Smitty
Letter from October 3, 1945
Dear Camille, 3 Oct. 1945
Wednesday afternoon is off now for military personnel as you probably know, and Smitty languishes in his quarters with the world blaring from all radios in his barracks. I was in a “pool” holding the Tigers in the second inning and they let me down miserably. It looks like cubs all the way.
So you spend Sunday with Mary? Just what are her plans now? She’s off men, again? Give her my regards if she’ll accept them from an old “male” friend.
Just think, a whole summer season has whizzed by since you and I ate green apples in the hills of Ol’ Kentucky. Today in North Carolina is quite evident that winter is approaching fast. The temperature has dropped considerably and it’s actually cold all day. We are still in cottons but expect the order daily to go into woolens. Mine are all in the cleaners so I hope they don’t rush the change this week.
This evening I expect to go visit an old friend in the 633 TD(Tank Destroyer) at whose marriage I acted as “best man”. That was in Temple, Texas in August. So you can see they are still honey mooning.
Yep, Bragg is O.K. but goodmen only knows how long we’ll be here. Everything seems to be subject to change on short notice. Something to which I reconciled myself long ago in the Army.
I wonder if a feeling of permanency could come with marriage?
Hugs ‘n’ stuff
Smitty
Letter from October 7, 1945
Honey, 7 Oct. 1945
Taps have just sounded which means its past Smitty’s bedtime-but one of your letters arrived today and I wanted to answer it before saying goodnight.
The weekend was fun- with that trip to Durham to see Duke get trounced by Navy. The day was a wet, drizzly one- but it failed to dampen the spirit always in evidence at a big college football game. Glen & Helen were with me- also my roommate L. Jensen. Little Jimmy was left with some friends of the Byrne’s. By the way- he is really using those legs to get him around these days. The pictures we took in Louisville turned out quite well and I have developed the negatives- so I’ll soon have a set of them to send you.
The glamour photo you presented me graces our room and occupies a very special place. My fellow officers concur that you are a very attractive girl and, of course, they are very right. Now, just when is this attractive person going to pay me that visit? Uncle Sam says my leave won’t come before Dec. and we have plans to make before then haven’t we? Sure we have, so arrange that vacation or submit your resignation and come this way.
For love
Smitty
Letter From October 10, 1945
Hello Dear- 10 Oct 1945
Middle of the week and a half a day off. Haven’t done much with it ‘cept remain in quarters and feel somewhat miserable with a bad head cold.
Just came up from mess where I had supper with the Byrnes’. She comes out to camp quite frequently to eat as they yet have no kitchen facilities themselves. Helen brought the extra copies of our snapshots that were ordered and I’m sending you almost a complete set to include some of those taken on the trip through the “Smokies”, the group picture. Also sending a set to each of my sisters.
The date has been set to go into woolen here- and it’s about time. The wind has been from the North and one feels chilled the whole day through. We change next Monday.
By the way, my hair is growing back and I just can’t do a thing with it. Will probably have it clipped to its former convenient length again before you come out. You never did mind it short, anyway, did you?
How’s the throat feeling these days? No lingering soreness, I hope. Keep yourself healthy and happy — for Smitty
–with love.
Letter from October 19, 1945. "Lets Get Married"
Darling, 19 Oct. 1945
A correspondence courtship is not exactly what this lanky one would prefer cause the same harvest moon that beams upon you is a Carolina moon also and is accentuating the growing, and persistent desire to see and be with you.
Wednesday’s letter from Louisville was a little more reassuring than Monday’s, Tho a good deal of uncertainty is still evident. It seems the big trouble lies in the office, honey, where one Camille Helm appears to be indispensable. Course, Smitty can’t blame ’em for trying to hold onto a good thing but there’s a bigger career for every women and that’s for you.
Warm weather returned to this region again and we were fortunate to complete our work on the rifle range under almost ideal conditions. My men qualified a little over 50% which is pretty fair considering the speed with which we put them through.
Tonight I ran my roommate and company officer into Fayetteville to catch a bus for Raleigh where he will hop a plane for Chicago. He received a telegram earlier that his wife was in childbirth and to come immediately. He was pretty excited and nervous. Guess he’ll return in 10 days, a proud father.
The Byrnes have moved to another four room apartment that is supposed to be an improvement over the first place in that they how have a kitchen. They send best regards and say “hurry out!”
Don’t be too disappointed in me as a correspondent, Camille, as I lay no claim to being a Robert Browning and leave much to be desired when it comes to composing “billet doux”.
Evidently friends have you wondering about many things –not the least of which is “What is Mormonism?” Please investigate Camille, if you are interested, but don’t read prejudiced material or you’ll probably believe like many another misinformed person that Mormons grow horns and marry countless women. Taint so. They’re normal just like other people. Me too.
Good night, Sweet
Problems? Let’s get married. Smitty
Letter from October 21, 1945
Dear Camille, 21 Oct 1945
Another weekend has just about slipped by making it a little over five weeks since arriving Fort Bragg. They have gone rapidly – cause there has been plenty to do even tho we now work fewer hours than formerly. Wednesday afternoon off certainly breaks up the week. Most of my spare time now will either be spent on the golf course or the tennis court.
This afternoon I played tennis for the first time since leaving Knox and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Played with two other Lieutenants and some Colonel’s wife who, incidentally, plays a neat brand of tennis. The weather has been ideal for it.
Tried phoning you last night from the Main Post but you had just left the house when the connection was made. Sorry I missed you, honey cause a short chat would have made me feel better. You are on my mind quite a bit.
Changed my quarters today as the room I had permitted old Pluvious to drench me whenever he decided to cloud up and rain. The leak was directly over my bed and it seems they will never get around to repairing the roof.
But that’s enough of my troubles. If I want to cry- there is always the chaplain — so they say in the army. Your shoulder would be much nicer. Wish it was here. Smitty
Letter from October 24, 1945 (Planning the Wedding)
Hello Sweet! 24 Oct 1945
Here I am trying to get another call through to Louisville. The operator promised one to two hours wait. However, it appears as if it will be longer. There are just too many officers lined up for a single pay phone. Do you mind a short paper chat while I wait?
The letter arrived today in which you make the happy conclusion I had hoped you would: Marriage within the month! We are both aware of the important decision made, honey, which, I feel has been dictated by both our heads and hearts. You don’t wear the ring yet – there is an exciting feeling of being pledged. (Please send me your ring size right away. There is a jeweler in Los Angeles I want to work on it)
We will draw our license shortly after you arrive and be prepared for the wedding on Thanksgiving Eve – if not earlier. I’ll handle all the arrangements here, Darling, but if you want to mail announcements you may want to decide on the type at that end. (You are marrying Captain Howard Kenneth Smith. Remember?)
Please don’t let your pride, Honey, interfere with coming as soon as possible. ‘cause I really would be coming your way if the situation here would permit it. That 10 day leave still has to be negotiated.
The pen is running out of ink so it’s goodnight, Sweetheart. If the call doesn’t go through before midnight Smitty will try again next Sunday, 28 Oct, 6:00 PM your time. My Love
Smitty
Letter from October 29, 1945
Hi Honey! 29 Oct 1945
Another note before retiring. Our 12 minute conversation last night was hardly sufficient to ask and answer many questions. But it was good to hear your voice.
Today, I again saw the Post Chaplain and he was glad to change the time from Thanksgiving Eve to Thanksgiving night 7:00 PM was set as the time. How’s that? Also made arrangements for you and your girlfriend to stay in the Guest room at the Main Club. The blood test and license we can manage after you arrive.
What do you think of seeing, Washington & New York as a part of the Honeymoon?
My sis, Margie’s husband returned from overseas and they are enjoying his furlough in Wisconsin. He is to be discharged this week and Margie will be separated from the service very shortly after She is to come to the separation center at this Post. So I will be seeing her again soon. It may work out that she and her husband, too can be present for our wedding. Hope so.
Our battalion held it’s first Retreat, Parade ceremony this evening and I think my men did splendidly for their first time. I’m proud of ‘em. We also won our first game of a volleyball tournament tonight. How’s that?
Another night and it’s “Taps” again. I’ll dream of you.
With Love, Smitty
Letter from November 1, 1945
My Darling, 1 Nov 1945
Three weeks tonight and we’ll be Mr. and Mrs.! As the time draws near my impatience at any delay becomes more accentuated. Now that we are decided, that day can’t come too soon.
Ross finally dropped me another letter, telling me that his wife has been visiting him, which accounts for his delay in writing. At the time, he didn’t know we were going to become one. So I enlightened him. Surely wish he could be here for best man. He might be shipped here yet.
Played volleyball in the Post tournament again tonight at the Field House. Glen played too, and Helen and little Jim watched from the side line. We won again.
Did I tell you already that my sis, Margie expects to be discharged right away and will come to the Fort Bragg Separation Center? Her husband, already discharged, will probably be with her. Sure would be swell if they could be here for the wedding.
Lucille, the California Sister, writes that she is mighty happy about the whole thing and can hardly wait till she meets you. Hope that won’t be before too long.
Went into Fayetteville again yesterday to settle a few more questions regarding license, etc. There is no three day wait after the license is issued but we both must have a blood test and a physical exam. You can bring a test on your blood from Kentucky but the physical examination will have to be made here. It would save time, maybe, Honey if you have the test made there.
As for a place to live when we return from our trip, I have made no real effort yet. Perhaps we can do that together on my leave time (which is going to be fifteen days instead of ten). However , if I run across a good lead on a place, I’ll try to hold it.
About the ring for me, Darling, Why don’t you spare that expense at this time and make it at a later date? Put the money into your Trousseau. Be sure and keep me informed as to just when and where you expect to arrive. Will it be train to Fayetteville or plane to Raleigh?
As usual these nights, Camille, I crawl into my squeaky army cot and lay my head down with mighty sweet dreams. It’s time for that now, so good night Darling.
My Love. Smitty
P.S. Have you decided on announcements?
Letter From November 2, 1945
Sweet, 2 Nov 1945
How’s the Bond selling goin’ these days? Looks like they’re going to make you earn that salary during the last days you’re with Reliance. Don’t work too hard. Save yourself for a strenuous Honeymoon.
Just returned from the Fieldhouse again where our team, the 14th, beat the 3rd cavalry squadron in two straight matches of volleyball. So far we’re unbeaten, but we’ve yet to meet the toughest teams. How would you like to join the rooters on the sidelines?
Today has been rather busy for me. Orders came down yesterday to move the company to a new area and we’ve been bristling at that job for the past eight hours. Tomorrow should see us completely moved. Oh yes, and we’ve received a new unit designation which you will observe on the envelope.
The Byrnes are not certain they will be here for the wedding, cause Glen thinks his discharge will come through before then. I don’t think it will, so perhaps he’ll be the best man.
Goodnight, Darling. Smitty
Letter from November 4, 1945
Sweetheart 4 Nov 1945
A frigid Northern and gray, bleak skies make this Sunday very much a wintery one. We have had beautiful warm weather up until today. Let the wind blow and the temperature drop, tho it can’t lessen the warm glow I feel about the future. Eighteen more days!
Do you remember the Myers at Fort Knox? They are still at Hood with Ross, but expect to come to Fort Bragg. Also, just dropped ‘em a line to tell them that Helm and Smith are joining forces. This is a consolidation which they have long encouraged. His letter to me revealed the news that my old CO, Colonel Mathews, has been declared surplus, and will be retired. He also states that Camp Hood, as a Tank Destroyer Center will be completely closed by January.
Please note, Darling, that my unit here has been redesignated and we are now the 15th Sep TD Tng Br., 5th Composite Tng Regiment. The redesignated necessitated a move too, and my company spent Friday and Saturday moving to quarters in a new area.
A telegram received yesterday notified me that Margie will be here tomorrow for separation from the service. She is bringing Otto., her husband, who has already been discharged and he will be checked with me during the process. Guess they won’t be able to remain around for the wedding, however, tho I intend making an appeal.
You mentioned a radio Sweet, that you want to ship. Since the Byrnes may or may not be here, it would perhaps be best to send it directly to me. Is it big or little?
I’m debating starting our trip the very night of the wedding and making that first stop over in Washington D.C. What Say? Missed church today as there are numerous little reasons for remaining in quarters: sewing, writing, polishing, etc.
Await your next letter—–
With Love, Smitty
Letter From November 8, 1945
Howdy Honey! November 8, 1945
We’ll begin with the volleyball report: Our team trounced First Army, and we lead undefeated.
The past couple of days have been fairly busy with Otto and Margie here, as I have attempted to entertain them a little while still trying to function in the company. ‘Twas fun. Last night my Sis was handed her final discharge papers, making her Mrs. Gunderson again, and are they a happy couple. We drove into Fayetteville for lunch today and I said goodbye shortly after as they entertained for Washington.
The next time I see them, you’ll be with me and it’ll likely be in California.
Yesterday afternoon I took Pandora into a garage in Fayetteville and had a little work done to get her in shape for the trip. I think she’s ready to perform satisfactorily for the newlyweds.
If you arrive Tuesday evening, Wednesday is going to be a fairly busy day for us. Will you have your blood test? I expect to run over to the hospital next week for mine.
So you are coming well “bagged” Just like a woman you say? Well, I wouldn’t know.
Goodnight Darling
Your Smitty
Letter From November 19, 1945
Camille Dear, 9 Nov 1945
Here’s the “before – going – to – sleep” note that I said would follow our phone conversation this evening. Again it was good to hear your voice and know that you are anticipating the prospect of becoming Mrs. Smith. The thought of our adventure into “Life” has me pretty much on edge and now I’m counting the hours. If we both have our blood tests and physicals when you arrive, we then only have to get the license and we’ll be ready. I think you’ll like our “quarters” that was mentioned, too, as having been arranged today. No kitchen but you’ll be given ample opportunity later on to fatten me with your own culinary techniques. Yes, I need a little weight, Honey, and I’m expecting you to do for me what no one or nothing else has been able: add on a few pounds. Can you do it?
Next week, beginning Tuesday, I take the Company into the field for a week’s training. We live in our pup tents and mess out of a field kitchen. If the weather remains good, as it is at present, we should have an enjoyable time. If it turns cold and wet, I don’t like to think about it.
Hope you have some warm woolens, darling cause when we go North, ‘tis liable to be a little chilly. But then we’ll have our love to keep us warm, won’t we?
Goodnight Sweet. Smitty
Letter From November 12, 1945
My Darling, 12 Nov 1945
This correspondence courtship will soon draw to a close at the sound of the wedding bells. Nervous? I hope so.
Today was another holiday for us to compensate for, Armistice being on Sunday. I personally did very little. A little golf or tennis would have been good for me but I did neither. Some letters were written, shoes were polished, Pandora was given a bath, a few billiards with the boys and a show tonight: “She Couldn’t Say Yes.” Very funny.
Have I told you before that my new roommates wife’s name is Camille, too? It is and she’s a charming girl also, from South Carolina. They both became parents last Thursday when she gave birth to a baby girl. I think Lt. Sharp wanted a boy, but they’re always just as happy with whatever they get The baby, too is named Camille. So we’re going to have to give you all numbers to save confusion.
My thoughts turn constantly to the approaching event which will mean so much to both of us. The biggest moment in our lives to date, hew adventures and greater happiness.
Tomorrow morning, I arise a little earlier to make last minute arrangements for our move into the field. The weather is grand and I hope it holds.
Especially for us. Goodnight my Love,
Your, Smitty
Letter From November 14, 1945
Dearest (Wife-to-be), 14 Nov 1945
Another note on this Wednesday to remind you again that a certan Army Officer commonly called Smitty, is biting his nails more furiously each passing day and you know why. Perhaps, without the engagement ring on your finger, you too, find it a little difficult to realize that there is only one more weekend between us and the biggest moment of our lives.
The company spent yesterday moving to and establishing the bivouac (temporary camp for soldiers without tents or cover usually). The area is very nice and once we’re functioning smoothly tis more like a picnic than a boring phase of training. We are fortunate to have a Public Address System with us on which we can amplify our bugle calls, marches, and popular music. The mess is good and we also operate a small PX for the men. Wish you were here. You could share my sleeping bag with me. The weather is not too bad, tho we have occasional showers.
The discharge requirements leave been lowered again and now it appears that you may have a civilian husband sometime in February, on length of service. At that time we’ll continue the honeymoon trip to California.
Margie just dropped a card which informed me they had purchased an automobile in Milwaukee. Enough of this train travel they say. Another letter was received from Ross. He doesn’t expect to come here now, but stay at Camp Hood, Texas until discharged. I surely hope they have good luck on their next baby due about Christmas.
I’m trotting into Fayetteville now on a couple of matters of business. Will write you once again tomorrow, and then stand by in nervous expectancy, for the choo-choo and you on Tuesday. My Love Sweet,
Smitty
Letter From November 15, 1945
Darling, 15 Nov 1945
And how’s my little “corn-popper” in these last few pre-nuptial days? Not overworking, I hope. How’s the new brunette doing in your place at Reliance? She undoubtedly will never be able to do the job as well as her predecessor, who this fellah believes, will carry her aptitude into the new role: Homemaker.
The good weather that I was hoping to continue, came abruptly to an end last night when a storm struck with high winds and rain. This of course, leaves much to be desired under field conditions but the men are not bothered too much by the elements unless it turns cold then it’s rough. Honey, how are your “elements” at this time?
Christmas is only a little over a month away and I have yet to do any shopping for it whatsoever. We are going to be able to do that together; Perhaps a little on our trip. Have you done any yet?
Mary must think quite a bit of you Camille, to wish on coming all the way with you for the wedding. Is she this girlfriend to whom you first referred as attending you at the ceremony? Tell her I’ll be happy to see her.
Well, Sweetheart, my mind is pretty much a total blank on news from here of further interest. The trivialities of daily routine cannot find space in this letter with my mind so occupied with the near future and the promise of good things to come.
Be a sweet girl and carefree. This is the last letter that will reach you before entertaining for Fort Bragg. Look for me Fayetteville, Tuesday, 4:30 P.M. I’ll be see you.
With Love, Smitty
Thanksgiving Day, November 22, 1945. The picutresque Post Chapel in Fort Bragg, No. Carolina, seemed at that time to be the perfect setting for the Holy Matrimony of Elizabeth Camille Helm and Captain Howard Kenneth Smith. Post Chaplin, Colonel Charles D. Trexler, performed the ceremony with Camille’s long time friend from Louisville, Mary Seymour, and Howard’s friend, Lt. Glenn Byrnes and his wife Helen acting as witnesses. Camille wore a dressy dress with a beautiful white orchid Howard had given her, and Howard wore his Captain’s uniform. The double ring ceremony ended as we knelt, joining our right hands with the Chaplain laying his right hand on ours, and as he blessed us wit h these words:”The union in marriage: sanctify and bless you, that ye may please Him both in body and soul, and live together in holy love until life’s end. Amen”
No family attended. Margie and Otto couldn’t make it. Howard’s mother passed away and Camilles stepfather prevented her mother from coming.
They left immediately following the ceremony for their honeymoon in Howard’s 1940 Pontiac. They traveled to Washington D.C. and New York returning to Fort Bragg.
Certificate of Marriage- Fort Bragg, North Carolina 1945
Our Honeymoon -- Washington D.C. & New York
Howard and Camille were sealed in the Manti Temple July 31, 1953, “for Time and all Eternity in the House of the Lord
Family letter's through the years
Christmas Letter Dated 1961
Dear Family,
The season of Christmas and festivities is upon us again and we’re all another year older and another year wiser. Well, it would be wonderful if that were the case, but each year we are convinced that the old Berman saying is so true — “We grow too soon old, and too late smart.” This seems true in our case at least, for we feel “too soon old” when we look up at our three older children and realize that they are practically grown already, and we feel “too late smart” when we think of all the important things that we haven’t taught them as yet, and “too late smart” for not having thought up a good enough plan to get the Hem/Gilbert clan together for a grand reunion.
I, Camille always get a good case of nostalgia this time of year, feeling with it a sense of urgency to get our families toghether soon before the up and coming generation goes its own way without ever having seen many aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. We propose that everyone made a suggestion along this line and let’s start working on something. We’d love you all to come out here and we’ll see that you viist Disneyland, Pacific Ocean park, our painted desert, and take a ride on the blue Pacific. How about it????
We hope this last year has been real wonderful for all of you and that the one ahead will be even better. Last year brought a few changes for us that are worth mentioning, the most important being a new addition to our home a family room, kitchen combination. This has moved the T.V. out of our living room; and in redoing the kitchen, we added a dishwasher and electric built-in oven and range. Of course, we’re wondering how we ever lived without all of this.
Now that Kelly, our lively fifteen month old, is at the pulling everything down stage, it is especially nice for we can just close off the other part of the house. Kris, our four year old, and Kelly have a great time together, and the family room is the ideal place for their kind of play. Kelly still has a head full of blond curls that Mother refuses to cut until he is two, even though everyone mistakes him for a girl.
Kim is now an Eagle Scout and is working on his Duty to God Award that calls for almost perfect attendance in Church for three years. He is almost six feet tall, and is our tall, dark and handsome boy with much teenage, worrisome energy. He earned a letter in school this year in football. By the way, our school Birmingham, plays its last game this Saturday, vying for Los Angeles City Championship. We’re proud of our team.
Kenny is twelve years old and in junior high. His twelfth birthday in October was an important one, for at that age he became a Deacon in the Church and is now able to pass the Sacrament. Also, he graduated from Primary into the MIA, our teenage organization. He, too, is active in Scouting, hoping to be First Class at our next Court of Honor. Kenny has a wonderful sense of humor that keeps things from getting too serious around the Lundeen household. He also won a letter in Noon League Football, and he continues to enjoy art, another area in which he has real talent. One of his drawings from his Art Class was sent to the Los Angeles Exhibit.
Pam is quite a young lady and has included boys as one of her interests and hobbies. She is at the present time converting her boyfriend, Paul to the church. In high school, she has been placed in an accelerated program after being tested for scholastic abilities. One of her classes is a College Secretarial Science class, and others are Spanish III, Algebra, English Literature, Science, modern dance, and drivers education. Besides doing well in her studies, she manages to make most of her own clothes, usually designing them herself, so we try not to complain about boyfriends. She has to be in bed each school evening there are boys around. She has her own phone in her room, so her last goodnight is to a boyfriend who called her on the phone.
Dad is in Cheyenne, Wyoming, at the present time and we’re hoping he’ll be home for Christmas. We miss him terribly, but ten years working for Howard Hughes has taught us that when things are quiet and beginning to run smoothly, it’s time to be sent out of town. There’s never a dull moment and for this I suppose we should be thankful. It keeps us on our toes and alert. We really have so many blessings, more numerous than we could mention and more perhaps then we deserve. This brings you up to date on the Lundeens, and we’d like to bring you up to date on our wishes for you:
We wish you a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
Sincerely, Howard, Camille, Pam, Kim, Kenny, Kris, and Kelly
Christmas Letter Dated 1968
Our Dear Family,
Old Father Time has done it again; another year has sped by and we find ourselves just getting the holiday decorations neatly tucked away when it is time to get them out again. And we have been out of touch with many of you family members since last December 25. We hope you will include a newsletter in yourcard to bring us up to go date, and we will do the same.
1968 has been a busy year and somewhat eventful for us. Pam graduated from Brigham Young University with her BA Degree in education. She is now teaching sixth grade in Murray, Utah, while attempting to further her education with fun classes, or classes she hasn’t had time to take until now. She is currently enrolled in a scuba diving course– the only girl in her class. Needless to say, she is having fun! We’re hoping that her next degree will be marriage to a worthy young man. She is enjoying most having her own money, her own car and color TV, being twenty one and able to vote, and telling her “big buck story” of the deer she almost shot during the Utah deer season this year. As her parents, We’re looking forward to having her home for a week at Christmas time when she and Mother Gilbert will drive in from Salt Lake City together.
Kim will be in Denmark again this Christmas, but we’re looking forward already to his return home the first part of December 1969. He loves his missionary work among the Danish people and the countryside. His assignment as counselor to the mission president has afforded him the opportunity to travel throughout Denamrk several times this year. His letters are most inspirational and show much growth and maturity on his part. He would love hearing from you.
Kenny is nineteen in October. While he’s making up his mind if he has a deep enough desire to follow in his brother’s footsteps and go on a mission for two and a half years, the U.S. Army will probably reach out its long arm and decide for him. He’s big, healthy, robust and fun loving– undecided about the spiritual values of life at this moment. Motorcycles, cars, and girls offer much competition.
Kris is eleven, in the sixth grade, almost as tall as his Mom, and is presently sporting a broken arm from a school football game. He’s graduated from Cub to Guide Scouts and enjoys it, along with every other group activity he can get himself involved in.
Kelly is eight. He is our studious one — studies the dictionary and reads a great deal. He’s active in Cub Scouting.
Dad is also active in Scouting, having competed another year as Boy Scout Counselor for Art and Citizenship in several areas. He continues his position on the High Council of the Church where he is active on several committees, including one for the Presiding Bishopric that involves writing the Adviser’s Manual for Deacons, and other projects.
I graduated in June, too, but from San Fernando Valley State College with a BA degree in English and Speech. I’ve been engaged this semester in a practice teaching project at two junior high schools. It’s been hard, but interesting as I have worked with excellent Master Teachers. This is a culmination of a life-long determination to teach, besides offering some much needed monetary value when I start teaching with the Los Angeles School System in February.
Well, Family, we’d surely like to see each of you. Even though we don’t write often, we think of you so much,, and reminisce. May your holiday season be filled with peace, joy, and real happiness.
Lovingly,
The California Lundeens
Letter From 1980- Howard & Camille on their Mission
Our Dear Special Family,
Each of you is so important to us. What would life be like without you!
Our thoughts and our hearts are there today at our family reunion where you have assembled to renew our spirit of love and thanksgiving. This year we have added blessings of Kris and Melanie being married in the House of the Lord and thus having this choice daughter become a part of our family, also.
We are reminded of the importance we have always placed on our family tradition of gathering each summer in the mountains or at the beach. Now, for the first time in thirty years we cannot physically share this time with you, but along with Kel we want you to know that our prayers accompany you in your many joyful and happy experiences. Hopefully all the children have anticipated this annual event where the aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents unite for a better understanding of the principle eternal nature of family unity and closeness.
Kara, Tasha, Cami, Anna, Joseph, Travis, Forrest, Ryan, Tiffany, and Lindsey, Grandpa and grandma miss seeing you mingle and play together. We love and appreciate each of of you and are looking forward to see in you in April. Love and appreciate each other and this time together.
As you have perhaps already heard, Kel has been transferred to Liege, Belgium, where he is Assistant Zone Leader and still very happy in the Lord’s work. Know that he feels as do we, a particular closeness to you at this time.
In fact, we find ourselves reminiscing here in Columbia about some of our special family traditions: holding family prayer; attending church together; retelling the story of the birth of the Savior on Christmas Eve; reading aloud bedtime stories; coloring Easter eggs and the “big hunt”; carving jack-o-lanterns; family camp-outs with the warm glow of campfires, marshmallows and s’mores; and the never-to-be-forgotten fireballs at Yosemite. Memories of these occasions bless and lift our lives at this time, and will continue to be so forever.
Besides the geneology sheets that you are keeping, and adding to, we hope each family is keeping the family story up to date, especially your spiritual like, written by inspiration–along with these histories you have written in your letters to us: the joy of sharing the Gospel, and witnessing its phenomenal growth; being sealed in the Temple for time and eternity; the call to be Bishop; promptings of the Spirit and choice feelings of the helpmeet; the expression of a seminary teacher — inner feelings; the deeper spiritual insights that come from being the Relief Society President; rejoicing in the miracle of birth; the glory of expecting to give earth-life to one of the waiting children of our Father; Following further counsel of the Prophet by planting an cultivating gardens; and a general influence of the Lord in your lives. We’ll surely be anxious to read those parts we missed when we return.
Because of our dep love and dedication to the family for so many years, our commitment to the mission has not been easy; however it, too, has taken root in a strong sense of family with brothers and sisters of another culture — all children of our Heavenly Father. He knew the time had come in our lives to expand our capacity of love. We’ve exchange with these other members of His Family.
May the spiritual and cultural enrichment we have received help to bring eternal joy to all of us.
Lovingly, Mom and Dad Lundeen