- January 2, 1944 envelope
- January 2, 1944, p. 1
- January 2, 1944, p. 2
Letter transcription:
Lieut. R.S. Yegerlehner
USN Base Hosp. #4
Navy 133
F.P.O. San Francisco Calif.
Jan. 2, 1943 [sic]
Dear Mother,
I was wrong about the mail. I just found out they don’t do much with it on Sun. either so none came in or at least none was delivered. So all the hopes I had for today are transferred to tomorrow. It’s that old tomorrow that always gets one, but mail will just have to come one of these days.
Went swimming this P.M. It was the first time here and in fresh water. It had been so cold but lately the mid summer heat has been something terrific especially in the middle of the day. Even at that the water was cold. It must be from springs in the mountains.
I’ve started this before the show and will finish after and give comments good or bad. Last night’s show was Bittersweet or some such name – all in color and lots of singing Nelson E. & Janette Mc. Maybe you have seen it. I think it’s old but of course I wouldn’t know. I feel a little hottish or if I might have gotten a little sun but I guess it won’t be too much of a
[page 2] shock to be sunburnt a little.
Where we swam there wasn’t much breeze and no sand. Just rocks and my feet burn from walking on the rough hot rocks, but that should help get the smell off of them so I can stand that. I didn’t get the swim this year on Christmas or New Year but did come pretty close – well I’ll see you after the show. I mean finish after the show.
The show is over and it was so so. A prison picture. “The House Across the Bay.” I’m not sure just how many bells I’d give it but not too many. Of course we always have a big crowd regardless of the picture and if one doesn’t like it he doesn’t ask for his money back because it’s all for free as you know.
Lentz is about the same as always – just “sorta” getting used to the set up as I was about 6-8 weeks ago. When I came here I didn’t know anyone and I sure felt like the same old orphan boy at the picnic so I know how he feels.
Well, must write the folks a note yet so solong,
Love Daddy
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“Just rocks and my feet burn from walking on the rough hot rocks” not my idea of a good day at the beach 😦 Nor the cold water from mountain springs. 😦
“I’m not sure just how many bells I’d give it but not too many.” I clicked on the link to the description of the film, and it seems he was not alone in this opinion!
Great clip of the famous film lovers Jeanette Macdonald and Nelson Eddy–who, in really life, couldn’t stand each other! 🙂