I’ve given up on trying to remember the number of my letters now but since the date gets down you can tell.
For a week now we have tried our best to get equipment, supplies and transportation. Our commissary is about ready to operate. Yesterday we submitted plans for two canteens on the strip. Construction will be started immediately on our and then we can start to work.
Last night was the most fun in a long time. Had a dance in a group club and went with one of the best friends of a girl here. Her fiancée was here. The singer has a marvelous parody of Begin the Begin the Beguine. The words were about cleaning the latrine. You know what a latrine is don’t you?
We have had no mail for sometime so I can only imagine what you are doing. Have the wheat & oats been threshed yet? Corn should have been knee high several weeks ago. Or did it get planted in time.
My room is screen on two side and very cool— that is as cool as can be. It is much better here than in Nadzab and Lae. This is getting to be the rainy season but today it is sunny for a change.
If we don’t get to work all of my play clothes are going to be worn out. The Filipinos do our laundry for a small fee. We are now allowed $15/month for such.
Started to tell you about my room but see there was a slight change in the chatter. Marcella makes our bed & tidies up, sends our laundry out while Herman sweeps the floor and does the heavy work around. I’m still shining my own shoes but suppose I’ll let the natives do those when we get working.
I wish you would send me blue and white spectators to me right away. May write and ask for my blue linen suit but if so that could be put in envelope and mailed first class. Think I’ll have to write Washington for some white shirts. Mine are all gone and we wear these here because they are cooler. We wear dresses too— our civilians only here at the house or at private parties. Ruthie Chensworth[?] sent me a darling red and white print dress— wrote asking for a bathing suit and this is what I got. But I’m enjoying it.
Betty is now out of the hospital— they found nothing wrong with her. Another of those mental cases, as far as I can see. Goodness only knows going thru that [one?] was enough. The doctors are working on her to go home and so am I.
The gardenias here are gorgeous— three bushes in our yard. The girls arrange all sorts of flowers for the porch all the time.
Mother, please send me a case of medium sized snaps, hooks & eyes and some thread. I need light blue thread and several spools of white, also some black.
Haven’t gotten to see Tom yet. He is in Manila, I believe. Hope sometime to be able to meet him somewhere.
Going to write more letters now.