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252 May 7 - 4:15 P.M. Monday My Dearest Darling: It looks as if tomorrow is really going to be V-E Day. People have been on tenter hooks all week. In fact many of the stores in town were closed today. President Truman is scheduled to make the announcement at 6 tomorrow morning. Many seem to think that Japan will not be able to stand up more than six months, but I'm afraid its just wishful thinking… 5:45 P.M. Helen and Bobbie came in just then, and now they’re gone and Wendy is bathed, fed, and in bed. Helen says the hot scuttlebutt from CASA now, is that all the men there now will be gone by the end of June- Last night after I had finished writing to you, Gerry stopped by [pg 2] with some more pictures from Reinie. One of them was a colored shot of the outside of your Quonset, but it didn't show much detail. We both got a laughing jag on - one of those times when everything you say sounds funny - her parting shot, when she left was “…and when Reinie gets back, I want action don't care whether its on the beach or on some soft Florida moss!” I wholeheartedly agree with her. This morning Wendy started the day by falling off the bed. She didn't hurt herself except for a bruise on the left side of her face, but she was startled. Before we went downtown, I had Helen come over and take some snapshots of me alone for you. Just as we finished the S.M. arrived with your nice long letter. There was another letter and [pg 3] one from Dotsie Gelatt in our post box. Dotsie writes that Roland is still in Australia, but expecting to leave soon. Bob Shedd (I don't remember him, but perhaps you do) returned from Australia last month. Dan Meloy is on an island in the western Carolines. Stopped by to see Gladys, and after much persistent talking on my part (which in itself surprized me) she promised me an icebox, and two hours later it was delivered. It isn't in very good condition, and I have to keep it outdoors, which is inconvenient, but it will keep Wendy's food from spoiling. Tonight I'm going to write a note to Miss Coolidge and ask her to let me know at least three months before she plans to return [pg 4] so that I can track down another house. The housing situation in general is terrible, and the real estate agents, bitchier than ever. I don't think Gladys was very pleased at my persistence, but I was good and mad, and determined not to have to throw out any more spoiled milk and food. This afternoon I bought you a bottle of Parker 51 “Tunis blue” ink, and have it all ready to mail to you tomorrow. Popped in to see Isabel for a minute or two. She looks very well, and of course is awfully glad to be out of the hospital. Sweety, it did wonders for my morale to get two good letters from you today. I loved your drawings, and now I have a very clear picture of your living quarters. They help me so much, that I'm [pg 5] going to attempt some of the house for you - How did Smith like Razor's Edge? I didn't, but thoroughly enjoyed Goodnight Sweet Prince. 211 The CB Show sounds like good fun. It's [tramboline?] By now you've probably received or seen the article about it in Life. Yes, I'm still using the family institution, and it writes smoothly as ever. It's a wonder too, after the way Wendy slams it around, and the innumerable times she's dropped it. There are toofie marks all over the top of it. Darling - I laughed at two things especially in the pictures you drew the alarm clock and well filled wastebasket. One second of the former is as bad as 60, but when you get home it can ring all day, and I won't say anything. 212 Another package! I can hardly [pg 6] wait to see everything. Glad to hear you’re all over your cold - By the way I've had no more trouble since. I took the sulfa. It was quite possibly a small infection caused by Wendy's birth. Still have $27 in my clothes fund - gives me a real feeling of satisfaction to know I have something to fall back on. Have 9 nighties now, all freshly ironed, sacheted, and put away - I’d like to have fourteen so that I could have a clean one every night, while the other set is in the laundry. Wendy sure does have “bursts of illumination,” and they do get her excited, but usually not too much so. It still amazes me to walk in and see her standing up in her crib, peering laughingly over the top at me. 9:15 That was really a job - have just now finished up an envelope [pg 7] of clippings for you, and letters to Helen Coolidge, Ded, and Jean May - (don't bother returning her letter) Forgot to tell you that Dana phoned bright and early this morning, and I saw her for a few minutes downtown this afternoon. These past two weeks have been very quiet and pleasant-but hell, I shouldn't cat-and Dana is awfully good, for me to practice ‘not to cat on’-upon that subject, its too petty to waste time grumping about. I’d like to hear the proclamation tomorrow morning, but will probably sleep til the sirens start shrieking - (OK, OK, alarm clocks do have their place) Am going to read myself to sleep now, am feeling over stimulated from so much letter writing. Darling, I adore being your wife and love you terribly much- Bobby
