"Dear
Mother:
"My
Easter Sunday is being spent in isolation from the rest of the world up here in
sick bay [with measles]. Everyone in the
place gets liberty today-except us of course, and this staying inside is a
little hard to take when you can look out the window and see everyone enjoying
themselves. Thousands of people are
parading up and down the boardwalk.
They're having what is called the 'Orchid Promenade' out there -- the
100 best dressed women are to be given orchids"
-- Letter from my father, Asbury Park, N.J., to his mother, Bloomington, Kans.,
Sunday, April 9, 1944. This is my father's 23rd letter to his family in 1944 and the last
letter that my grandparents numbered.
However, they continued to keep most (perhaps all) his letters, while he
was in the Navy.
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