June 6, 1945
949 W 12th St
San Pedro, Calif
Dear Father, Mother and the rest of the
folks at home,
I’m tired tonite so I think I shall
go to bed early, but I will write my mid-week letter home first.
Today was a profitable day as far as getting work done was concerned
but I feel rather played out. After supper I took a music lesson, and
just got back from that about half an hour ago. I always feel nervous
when I am taking a lesson and I suppose that also contributes to the
used-up feeling I have right now.
Calif hasn’t been able to manufacture
any warm sunny weather since I wrote last. One night it even rained
some. I woke up and the water was merrily run[ning] down the
downspout outside my window. In the morning it was wet all over on
the ground and still misting some. Today started out sun-shiny but it
sort of clouded up later and it hasn’t been any warmer than in the
near past.
Last night I went to a show, a double
feature, but it wasn’t very good. I didn’t think they were going
to be any good but I didn’t feel like doing anything else, so went
anyway.
The student was supposed to come today,
and the plan was to come by this way, but he hasn’t showed up.
Perhaps he was delayed en route someplace. Mrs. Johnson was a little
concerned about it, and a ittle irked because I didn’t seem very
worried about it. She has a tendency to worry about things when they
don’t happen exactly as they are supposed to. No matter how mixed
up things seem, they’ll always work out some way or other, is about
the way I feel.
I don’t know if there is a shortage
of black pepper in Calif or not. There is however sort of a shortage
of meat, particularly in some stores. About two weeks ago there was a
little egg shortage too when some stores were limiting their
customers to 3 eggs each. That passed tho, so must have been rather
transitory in nature. The bakeries are usually sold out rather early
on Saturday nights but otherwise have a fairly good line. If you have
time and patience, however, I think you can get almost anything you
wish.
I think I’ll stop now.
With love
C.P.
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