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Erie, Pa.
Friday, Dec. 25, 1942.

Rog was up at 6:45 AM and we persuaded him to go back to bed until 7:15, when we all got up and proceeded with the affairs of Christmas. My real surprise was a Schick electric razor, something I have secretly wanted for a long time but never screwed up the courage to buy. Mother had to be fetched from the hotel and about noon the [[underlined]] whole family [[/underlined]] was assembled for a [[underlined]] marvellous turkey at 2 PM [[/underlined]] - 14 pounder ($8!) and the best I ever tasted. The only thing that marred X-mas was [[underlined]] Babbie's smashed finger [[/underlined]] which got no better but no worse either. [[underlined]] Charlie [[/underlined]] dropped in with [[underlined]] Christine [[/underlined]] and we had a "ball." Later the Colonel and I went over to the [[underlined]] Glasses [[/underlined]] new house in Frontier for a couple of balls and a house inspection - a very fine house and as always I wonder why people with [[underlined]] small companies [[/underlined]] seem to do better by and large than people with big companies - or should I simply be patient? We could have a place of our own now I believe if the war hadn't intervened - somehow it always has been something. But we have a lot to be happy about and some day we'll get there I know. X-mas dinner was accompanied by the usual champagne supplied by Colonel - and wine flowed on and off all day. The [[underlined]] Glasses [[/underlined]] repaid our visit in the afternoon and the [[underlined]] Cains [[/underlined]] dropped in. All in all it was a rather [[underlined]] gay Christmas [[/underlined]] and made one wonder if it is right to be so gay and enjoy such abundance [[underlined]] when the boys are fighting on Guadalcanal and New Guinea [[/underlined]] and all over the world with precious little to celebrate with. I think I have [[underlined]] sacrificed something by being in Washington - hell [[/underlined]] I don't know what sacrifice is! And few of us do yet. But we shall before this is over some happy day. [[underlined]] It is hard to picture that day [[/underlined]] - where our boys will be - where we shall be or what we shall be thinking and doing when the hour comes.

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