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231 Monday April 16 - 8:15 P.M. Saw Joan Crawford in town today- My Dearest Darling: Today we’ve had our first fog since the end of last October. It isn’t as depressing as I found it at first, but I miss the clear air and sunshine that has been with us right along. Received two letters with the enclosed pictures of the chief’s party this morning, and when we got home discovered your Special with more pictures tucked under the door! They are all good, and I love the two showing you especially. When I saw you with the beer can cup my first thought was - There goes sweety, with his coffee again! But this time its tea- don’t tell me I’m going to have to learn to drink it too - well, maybe well laced with rum - I wish you could see the snapshot album - its such [pg 2] a source of satisfaction to me, and I go thru it several times each day. So glad you’ve received Wendy’s latest pictures. I was particularly lucky, and could hardly wait to get them to you. We’re about halfway thru another roll - I’m going more slowly, and trying not to make too many repeats. This afternoon we were out again with Dana and Mike to Ord, Del Monte and the Presidio. I wish you could have seen Wendy at Del Monte. I helped her walk from the parking lot to the steps and you’ve just never seen two little legs move so fast - I had a hard time keeping up with her - When she starts to walk by herself, I’m going to fasten a bell to her clothes so that I can keep track of her. [pg 3] Steve writes that he’s been ashore once, and hopes to go again before the ship leaves shortly. Tom Murfin and some of the other Boulder men are on Okinawa, but I don’t know their names. Laughed at your dreaming of Wendy and it made me feel all warm inside. Often when I tuck her in I say, “Sweet dreams of daddy, and maybe he’ll come play with you.” Tickle her shoulders and neck next time, and she will surely giggle for you. Won’t bother sending you newspapers any more - just special things I come across - and of course I’ll keep on sending you a long envelope of clippings every week. Mailed you another box of stationery this morning - Was glad [pg 3] to hear that the New Yorker had started to arrive, I was beginning to wonder about it. Oh - dreamt of you last night - you had come home here - and while you were washing up for bed, I was trying to find my black satin nightie. You came in to the bedroom before I found it - I explained - you laughed, and that’s all I remember Darling, I love you terribly much too - for always and always- Bobby
