Wednesday, December 9, 1942
Dear Mother, Dad and Bingo, Well I”™m on nights, one more night and then I”™m off, but don”™t like to go off this time ”˜cause I don”™t have so much time in the day time to run around. I”™m doing all right though. Today I”™m going to take hula lessons and I”™ll bet it will be good. Can you imagine me doing the hula and such? Well anyhow I would like to see Dad doing the dance I”™ll bet he would look like a bull in a china closet or sumthin”™ I”™ll betcha. Anyhow when I run on to a large enough grass skirt I”™m sending Dad one with free instructions as to how to hula and he had better know which way to shake it when I get home. When I get home, now I wonder when that will be, better you come see me aye, ole chap? The weather here is OK, hot in the daytime and cold at night.
The ants are walking day and night, but they are not talking but they sure see plenty. I started that about the ants and then some of my patients that constantly hang around the office just ”˜cause there is some fruit juice in the cabinet they want and I won”™t give it to them and they had to do their little bit of dirty work so you see it in black and white. This was all done when I got back from taking a patient to his bed from surgery and when I got back they sat like the cat that had eaten the canary. They are such pests, but I love ”˜em all, you know me. I spend most of my time either teasing the patients or chasing ants and cockroaches. Boy you haven”™t seen a cockroaches until you see the Hawaiian limited. They just fly by and say “pardon me boys but I”™m the Chattanooga Choo Choo and you”™re on the wrong track”. Well anyhow they are big.
Sunday I went to the park, we had a picnic dinner and then we went down to see the nurses from St. Francis Hospital graduate and then to a dance. So I ended the day.
I just had the best piece of pineapple with whip cream, boy that puts on the pounds but who cares about the pounds eh? And the inevitable potato salad. There is a boy by the name of Gailis who is sitting here haunting me, he is griping because I misspelled his name, I can”™t get rid of him, guess I”™ll have to marry him then watch him run. He is sitting here taking this all in and saying nothing but I”™ll expect him to explode soon.
Nothing exciting here as usual, but we do find things to do such as shopping. By the way I saw the cutest blouse downtown and made up my mind to buy it. It sure is the prettiest thing you ever saw. That about the blouse is by the pest number one, I was telling him about it and then he had to write it down.
I got some fried shrimp downtown the other day and boy what a smell, but after one gets used to the smell, why it”™s not half bad it smells – like the tankage Dad gets for the turkeys. The eggs the Japs have here are really ancient they pack them in mud and years later they break the mud off and eat the contents. Wow! Well must bring this babbling to a close before you go nuts and me too, Bye now and Cheerio! Aye and I”™ll have you know it”™s been “a lovely die out” as the unselfish man says.
Jr said to tell you he received your card and was very glad to hear from you and they don”™t let him write much so he”™ll see us after the war. (This letter was written mostly by my patients so if it didn”™t make sense, blame them.) One of the boys will send you my album from the states. The names of the places are on most of the backs and the history of each picture can be found. Well be good you two and Aloha. Love -AraBelle