December 30, 1945

Dec 30, 1945

1046 W 24th St

San Pedro, Calif

Dear Father, Mother, and the rest of the folks at home

Today has really been a super-duper day in Calif — a bright clear sky, not a cloud floating around and virtually no wind. I’ll bet it hit 80°F or better out in the sun about noon. When I went down to church I though some of taking a coat along but it certainly wasn’t necessary and I’m glad I didn’t. Roderick who was down in San Pedro today certainly said he picked the wrong day to come down on since he certainly couldn’t gripe about the weather. However he wanted to know if Calif also owned up to the six wet cloudy days it had during the past week.

Roderick was the same as ever — talkative, teasing and interesting. He is one of the most versatile people I have ever met. This morning he sang a solo in church, which wasn’t too good but he had a rather bad cold. After church we had dinner together and talked awhile but he had to leave about 2:30 to go to Los Angeles. As perhaps I have mentioned before he plans on going into foreign missions, which for him is a mistake I think.

The Eldridges aren’t home today. They went to Pasadena Saturday morning to visit her sister. They will be coming back either this afternoon or tomorrow. Since they aren’t back yet I have an idea it will be tomorrow.

Yesterday I went downtown and bought the bond for which Uncle Carl had sent a $18.75 check. In the afternoon I went to a show, “Mildred Pierce”  which I thought was pretty good. I came home and went to bed rather early since, unaccountably enough I was rather tired.

On Thursday I got a Christmas present from Vivian — a beautiful pair of gray gloves. It was certainly a nice and useful gift since, as you said mother, my others were getting sort of worn. I also got a card from Dwight who says he likes it there, but that setting up house-keeping is sort of an expensive affair.

I forgot to mention it before but I had evidently given my sugar stamp to Mrs. Johnson since I didn’t have it, so I couldn’t send it to grandmother as I had planned. By the way Mrs. Eldridge says it is almost impossible to get butter here. Do you think you could send some? She would gladly pay for it (and the postage). Even if some spoiled en route it would be worth it.

I guess that’s all. Thank you for those lovely cookies, mama. I can’t make up my mind to eat them rapidly or be conservative about them. I guess I’ll eat them as I feel, or rather what’s left of them which isn’t very much.

With love

C.P.