[Congressional Record Volume 172, Number 67 (Thursday, April 16, 2026)]
[Senate]
[Pages S1816-S1817]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]
North Platte Canteen
Mrs. FISCHER. Mr. President, earlier this month, on April 1, 2026, we
marked the 80th anniversary of the end of the North Platte Canteen.
Now, Nebraskans know this story, and today I rise to make sure that the
U.S. Senate knows it as well.
During World War II, a small town in West Central Nebraska became
famous all across the country. In 1941, a few local women began
bringing desserts to the soldiers who were stopping at North Platte's
train station, and that simple act of kindness grew into a waiting room
that was filled with sandwiches and coffee and cakes, all donated by
volunteers from surrounding communities.
From Christmas Day 1941 to April of 1946, these Nebraskans met every
single train that came through with food and with friendship. Each day,
up to 32 trains rolled in, carrying thousands of uniformed
servicemembers. As the war raged on, support poured in from communities
across that region of my State. In just 1 month, the canteen received
around 40,000 cookies, 30,000 hard-boiled eggs, 6,900 birthday cakes,
and 28 pounds of sandwich meat.
Over the course of the war, more than 6 million soldiers passed
through this canteen. The people of North Platte gave encouragement to
our country's bravest, providing warmth and kindness to those headed to
the frontlines during one of the darkest periods in modern history.
They gave our soldiers a small but meaningful taste of home and of
hope. I like to call it the origin of the saying ``Nebraska Nice.''
The Lincoln County Historical Museum has preserved this history for
decades, including letters written by soldiers who passed through that
station. These letters speak for themselves. Allow me to share two.
One soldier, who was writing from Fort Warren in Cheyenne, reached
out to a young woman named Virginia Schlueter after meeting her at the
station. He reminded her of who he was by recalling that he and his
fellow Ohioans had borrowed her lipstick to write down her address, and
he noted that in 1,400 miles of travel, North Platte was the only town
that had done a single thing for them.
Another soldier, Lyle Parks of Bay City, MI, wrote that most of the
journey had been over flat, flat country, broken only by that one stop
in North Platte. The town may not be large, he said, but the people
there had big hearts and what they were doing was making a real
difference for the morale of the men.
Those words were written by men on their way to war who were inspired
by a small Nebraska town that simply decided to show up.
The North Platte Canteen was a remarkable volunteer effort. More than
55,000 people, nearly all of them women, kept it running, and those
volunteers raised over $137,000. That is worth more than $2 million
today. I am proud to say that one of those women was my mom, Florence
Strobel. She was a new teacher. She moved from Lincoln to North Platte
to teach kindergarten during the fall of 1944. She hadn't graduated yet
from Teachers College at the University of Nebraska, but the dean of
the college came up to her and said: North Platte needs a kindergarten
teacher, Florence, so you better go. So she went out, and she proudly
served among those canteen volunteers.
She would tell us wonderful stories of her time there greeting ``the
boys'' on the troop trains and the wonderful volunteers that she met at
the station. Her stories are part of why I am standing here today.
In honor of all of those 55,000 volunteers, I introduced the North
Platte Canteen Congressional Gold Medal Act, and this bill would award
a collective Congressional Gold Medal to every individual and community
who volunteered at or donated to the canteen. This is the highest honor
that Congress can bestow upon civilians. I am proud to have 53
cosponsors, and I ask my colleagues to join us as we work toward that
67 number that is needed for passage.
Eighty years later, the North Platte Canteen still speaks of
something essential about who we are as Americans--no fanfare, no
orders, just neighbors deciding that the men and women that were
heading out to war deserved a warm meal, a kind word, and a piece of
home.
I ask my colleagues to help us give these volunteers the place in
American history that they have long deserved.
I yield the floor.
I suggest the absence of a quorum.
The PRESIDING OFFICER. The clerk will call the roll.
The senior assistant bill clerk proceeded to call the roll.
Mr. THUNE. Mr. President, I ask unanimous consent that the quorum
call be suspended.
The PRESIDING OFFICER (Mr. Husted). Without objection, it is so
ordered.
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