February 19, 1945 Monday

Dear Skip,

                The weekend is over and it’s back to the Navy.  As you know, I get a “weekend” every other week-starting 5 p.m. Saturday until 8 a.m. Monday morning.  Saturday it was pretty bad weather.  We’ve had the heaviest snow in 7 years according to reports anyway.  But I wanted to get away from it all for awhile so I made my want to town via about 3 thumb rides, a street car, and a bus because as I said close to 20 minutes it is to town.

                I got those pictures that Jim and I took just before we left Jax.  Tell me if you recognize me. If so, in that one picture, it’s an insult.  Then I went over to the Y and got a sack for the night before they were all gone.  By that time the night was pretty well done so I just spent the rest of the time over at the U.S.O. and danced and looked at some magazines.

                Sunday morning I hit the deck about 9:00 but sure didn’t feel like it.  This place is so big you have to ride on a bus for 45 minutes to get anywhere.  We had two very good meetings.  See they hold Priesthood meeting after Sunday School instead of before, because people have to come such a long ways, etc…

                The last word from you was a card and you sure did get a lot of feeling and meaning in a little space.  As for the card Hon, you’re right.  The third time for those age old words.  But you know they’re near my lips almost constantly. Thanks many times Harriet for that candy.  It was very thoughtful of you.  Oh yes, the boys thought so too.  I bet you got that at the Blue Bird.  I’ve been over there-the one on the campus and the one downtown.  Well Young-un, how’s classes and school in general? Same story-you like school but dislike classes?  What have you been doing lately for relaxation, recreation and fun in general? Is the gang still living together peacefully?  Well I’ll write after while my dear-Guard Duty you know.  So till I’m asleep.

Pablo