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253 May 8 - Tuesday - 2:20 P.M. My Dearest Darling: You would never know that it was V-E Day here in Carmel. Not a siren or whistle sounding off, and most of the stores open for business as usual. After the excite of the past week, people are unusually quiet, now that the announcement has been officially made. Most everyone here on the coast has someone in the Pacific War, so that a real celebration isn’t due until after Japan surrenders. Wendy is celebrating by wearing her bright red corduroy overalls, and red, white and blue skivvy shirt. She has taken to walking like a little monkey - hands and feet on the floor, and little rump up in the air. Biologically speaking [pg 2] I suppose that is the step which precedes walking upright. She crawls like a little streak of lightning now - but only when she feels like it. Fortunately for me, most of the time she is content to stay in her pen, tearing up magazines and babbling to herself. She’s doing that right now - sitting upright - holding a page in both hands and waving it up and down. M. sent her a cunning white piqué sunsuit, with a bonnet to match trimmed with a pink and blue ruffle. This morning, I took Wendy’s silver cup of milk over to her, and she came out with “Na na ga way!” which I take it to mean “no, no, go away.” She doesn’t like to drink out of a cup, and is very emphatic about it. Helen has had three letters from [pg 3] Walter in the past two days. Their course has been somewhat altered, so he may not be able to try and get in touch with you after all. 3:15 The S.M. just brought me another package - your [zari?], the cigarette case and bag. The case is lovely work, and the finest of the sort that I’ve seen. I like the bag too. Its not only good to carry but swell for hand work. Thank you so much darling. I feel as tho I’m getting lots of bonuses, receiving presents like this after my birthday is over! 6:15 Helen drove over to the Presidio this afternoon, and took us along with her. I picked up two packages of cigarets and one of gum. On our way home we stopped to see Lois and Jim Johnstone for a few minutes. They have a big, black cocker spaniel named “Missy”. Wendy was delighted with her and not a bit afraid. She even went so far as to stick [pg 4] her hand so “Missy” could lick it and then giggled delightedly. I’m awfully happy that Wendy isn’t the least bit shy or afraid of strange people and animals. Jim, is an awfully good guy - I should think that the men would like working with him. Do you remember him - he’s dark, and stocky, with a pleasant face - was a Lt. while you were at Columbia. Darling-I do love the cigarette case especially much, because you carry one like it. And that reminds me - the blue and white striped pajamas have ripped clear up the back in two places - and the other morning I woke up nonplussed to find that in my sleep the jacket had gotten unbuttoned clear down the front! I’ve sewed it up on the machine, and next time you send a pair back to me, I’ll try to get these in condition to return. [pg 5] 9:30 P.M. Have spent the evening rereading some of your letters, and browsing in Winning the Peace in the Pacific by Chow. Now I’m going to take a bath and go to bed. A big and little hug and kiss from Wendy and me- Bobby
