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1945, a year on the brink of peace, but still caught in the jaws of war. Dorothy Rose Hokanson, a small-town girl with dreams bigger than her hometown's horizon, hears the call of duty. It's a siren song, beckoning her to the bustling streets of Chicago. With a heart full of determination, she embarks on a journey to become a nurse through the Cadet Nurse Training program.


The big city life? It's more bewildering and wonderful than she ever imagined. Her fingers dance across postcards, and her cursive - filled with the energy and innocence of a new adventure - spills out tales of discovery, friendship, and courage.


The words might be misspelled; the language might feel like a relic from another time. But don't mistake their raw charm for naivety. There's wisdom in those ink-stained pages, and a spirit that shines through even the most cryptic of sentences.


But the war - that great and terrible beast - ends before Dorothy can fully immerse herself in her new role. The letters from home, filled with humor and warmth, speak not only of longing but the pride of family and friends. Their banter leaps off the page, as lively and real as if it were spoken aloud.

"Letters Home" isn't just a historical curiosity. It's a wild, captivating ride through the streets of wartime Chicago. You'll laugh, you'll learn, and you'll see a world that's both strangely distant and intimately close.


Grab a chair and lose yourself in these pages. Adventure awaits, and you won't want to put it down.

Letters Home - From a WWII Cadet Nurse

  • Rosanne's the baby of the Hokanson family, fifth in line behind her siblings, born to Floyd and Dorothy. When her mom Dorothy passed, Rosanne found herself knee-deep in memories, sifting through boxes filled with letters, postcards, and a scrapbook. It was like stepping back in time, touching pieces of history her mom had carefully collected for over forty years.


    After hanging up her teacher's hat, she realized those dusty treasures deserved more than a quiet life in the attic. They needed to breathe, to tell their story, to reach others. So she set out to publish them, rolling up her sleeves and diving into the past.


    But she's human, and there's a pang of regret that nags at her. She wishes she had started this adventure when her mom was still around. It would have been something special they could've shared.


    Still, she presses on, honoring her mom's memory, and maybe in some way, still sharing the journey with her. That's Rosanne for you. No frills, just real.

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