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Letter from Jean Holdridge Reeves to Parents, 1945

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Object ID: WV0383.4.026

Description: Reeves notes that she has been assigned to a new club at the base due to a fight between its previous ARC staff members. She describes the club and other base facilities, including their day room, and explains the base's water problems. She also mentions a dinner date with Tom back at the Australian officer's club.

Creator: Jean Holdridge Reeves

Biographical Info: Jean Holdridge Reeves (b. 1920) of Marion, Ohio, served in the Pacific as a member of the Red Cross from 1944 to 1946.

Collection: Jean Holdridge Reeves Papers

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Full Text: Dearest Folks,

Moved again— this time, however, only to another club. The CRTC has a student officer’s club, which I was in, and the Kenai[?] Club for EM’s into which I walked today. With no notice at all I was informed of the immediate change. Marie and I were so happy in our shack with the addition of another— a Kay Weber. Big plans, programs that had not existed there, some building etc. Two girls running the 8th Service Club had a fight. As a result everyone but the club heads have been changed. Consequently everyone is upset. Kay and I are now down with Betty. Am not too fond of the idea but didn’t have the heart to object to Mr. Varnum[?], the field director, since the girls here have all been very demanding. Because they’ve resided here a little longer they feel more dictatorial. So I’ll grin and bear it and just hope for a change. At least we don’t have so much social life together now because we never get off at the same time and naturally it’s too late for Pat and Tom to come after work.

I was down with Tom last night for dinner at the Australian officer’s club which I wrote about when I first came. Marie and Mel were along. Mel is a Major down there— just made his majority while I was in the hospital. He is in charge of all supplies coming into and leaving the base. Mel and Tom are quite good friends and since he has so many connections we are getting to do some things that wouldn’t be possible otherwise.

There is a lot of water trouble here— shortages sometimes. Pipes break frequently so we’re always finding it shut off. No shower before work today because of it. That is minor however.

Perhaps you’d like to know something more about our club. Barely know it myself, but another drawing may help. This one also has lots of parachutes overhead. A little building behind the big building but it’s what you’re thinking of. Keep some supplies there. Then there is a bigger building behind the little building which is used for a craft shop. For further details look on the back of the paper. Right across from our clubs is a baseball diamond. In most of the bases they have good leagues worked up. Just down at the corner there is a boxing ring where Special Service sponsors weekly bouts.

This week several of the girls have been redecorating our day room at the barracks with turquoise curtains of a open work material. The furniture is red, white and the same turquoise. The valence is red & white checked material about 3” wide and pleated. On the wall (only one wall, the rest is screen) is our ARC crest— there [sic] own idea naturally. A safari jacket with insignia with the shield divided into four parts— one section containing a staff sgt. insiginia, another with coffee and doughnuts, cordial bottles and the fourth wings. Underneath— the motto “C’est la Guerre”.

Mother dear, I’m afraid this isn’t going to reach you in time for your birthday— you and Nancy— but I’ll be thinking about you as I am now and hoping that you’re having a happy time with Daddy, the girls and all the chilluns. My love and many kisses for you— will box them up for future reference.

Lovingly yours, Jean