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370 Saturday 10 Nov. 7:15 pm Hi, Sweetie- I'm still lazy as sin and was tempted just to go to the movie, but you have been awfully good to me mailwise for several days during which my letters have been slim pickins- This afternoon I took a sunbath for an hour, pottered around at school, had 3 drinks before dinner (one too many) when Mac (McMillin) got us started by one on the house for his birthday - it was yesterday, but he was then on duty watch. Dinner consisted of steak an inch thick and so big around I couldn't eat all of it. Not tender enough to melt, but still juicy and full-flavored, done medium with lots of pink showing. It's the third time in five nights (they together being the first times at our unit) - some ship just up and telephoned the other day to as us if we wanted 2000 pounds of beef! Times have really changed, and that's only one of many little incidences as to how the islands’ gradually becoming depopulated. [pg 2] #448 - Sweetie, you’re right up to form in mathematics: Nov. 3 1945 - Nov 3 1942 = 4 years, you say. Of course it doesn't seem that long; but what you’re really saying is that it does (because of the past year) and then are being surprised in one of those quick retrospective surveys in which one looks at things in other than the usual manner. I'm grinning, and wondering if you will correct yourself in another letter. Darling, when I think of the music room I too am filled with wonder (I understand what you mean by that) and fresh love at the thought of that and all which followed, both immediately and more latterly, up to now. It was good to hear about your working at Barry looks up to comment, a propos of nothing, “Have you heard what the lightning bug said when he had his tail cut off? ‘De-lighted - no end!’” Being a Kiwanian, a Rotarian, and in general a good west-midwestern mixer, he's full of such small miscellanies. Essentially shrewd, aggressive opportunistic, he has a lot of practical and administrative wisdom; yet sometimes the overall impression he give me is that of a very active monkey. But he's a good guy to know, and stimulating. [pg 3] Grammy's, and about Wendy's drinking the glass of apple juice without spilling any, and about her wanting to feed herself. I'm glad the candid camera man is back. I do want to have him take some pictures of the three of us together. - The thought of Wendy having breakfast with us in the diner just delights me. #447 So does the “nigh’ nigh’” episode. Of course I won't mind your giving the other air medal to Gary - I’d much rather, in fact. Thank you for telling me about him and his father. Where is the latter now? Remarried? Doesn't Gary ever see him? By the way, in the big (non-Christmas) box I just mailed there's a Jap canteen and a cheap aluminum ladle which I found in or near that communications headquarters cave - one of the last ditches of Japanese resistance on Tinian. You might give those to Gary and tell him I sent them especially. [pg 4] That reminds me, I just picked up 6 table mats apiece (like ours, but with C and E respectively) for M and F and Muz - they already have just the coasters. At the same time, I ordered a set of 8 with coasters and centerpiece as a wedding present from us to the DeMellos. Don't know why I didn't go the whole hog and order the same thing for family - I'll mail the mats direct, but of course from both of us, as a little extra. Will write M and F tonight or tomorrow a little anniversary message. #444-446 - Loved the tail end of your letter written on my birthday when I saw evidence that you had really drunk to me proper in your “Sweety darling - I'm just a little bit seeing double” style. Thank the Hamlins for their good wishes and also for just being around [pg 5] I was pleased to hear about the sponge cake all done up in green wax paper. By the way, was it edible? Slightly hungover - I've got that bottle of thiamine hydrochloride (B1) tablets for you, and they ought to take care of that. Not harmful, either - just supply a temporary deficiency caused by the alcohol. Wendy singing ‘Happy Birthday (La la la la la la)’ and counting one, ‘one’, two, ‘free’, and saying “dank-oo” - Gee, sweetie, how I need to be made a father! Yes, I intend to go to the Federal Bldg.; don't know anything about Camp Shoemaker, anyhow, but it sounds onerous. 474 I am counting on you to brief me on the places to dine and dance on the Peninsula. Sorry about not sending the big box Special - that was a foolish oversight; subsequent ones are being sent so. 443 [?] might be a good idea, darling, because [pg 6] it would leave you fresher. Better wait and see how, when and where I'm coming in, but meanwhile you might look up schedules anyhow. Yes, I'll give you explicit instruction. ‘Specially love that last batch of snapshots - Wendy with rake, and in (or on) her favorite climbing and reading chair. How big she is growing! I'm going to stop now to finish a letter I began to Jim Luke about 3 months ago - complete with a snapshot of a wrecked Jap plane, one of me with the Operations Office staff, a history of the school, etc. Was reminded of it by the B24 pilot's wheel I'm about to box and mail him. Goodnight, Sweetie - dream of me Warren
