Well, Mom is getting her dose of uniforms in this post,
she's dancing her feet off
and found that black silk skirt she's had her heart set on.
I love it, "the girls were looking dagger at me"!
Doesn't it sound just like her "well, to say the least, we're flabergasted"! and "gobs and gobs of soldiers".
They advertise, er, state in the paper "they need 150 more girls"!?! She has a few more dances for Jimmy and almost a kiss! Oh mom, what would you have given him?
What does she mean, "he would vouch for all of us"? I think the girls need cards that are signed by someone (older respectable) person to" vouch for their values and behavior". I ran across a "sponsor card" for the USO dance for mom. I must find it!
As you'll see, she need till Tuesday to finish it!
Those air raid drills continued through the cold war! I remember in grade school crawling under our desks to the sirens! Hey, areyou wondering what a Peep is? Well, at least I found a picture!
And why called "Peeps"? "Jack Keenan, World War II Third Armored Division veteran, wrote that
early Willys-Overlands were not called Jeeps. “We called 'em ‘Peeps’.”
His contemporary sketches of the vehicles in Louisiana and desert
maneuvers were clearly labeled "Peeps." Because of all the well-known sketches, they were known as Peeps. Why does mom say peeps and jeeps? One source says that 2 wheel drive vehicles were peeps (maybe more lightweight looking) and 4 wheel drive vehicles were jeeps. Another source says " the term “jeep” had been around for years before the appearance of the
MA / G-503, “used as casual slang in the Army for anything that was
insignificant, awkward, or silly...[and] by army mechanics during World
War I to refer to any new vehicle.” In 1937, the Popeye comic strip
unveiled “Eugene the Jeep,” a character with the ability to go just
about anywhere. Zaloga continued, “Jeep crept back into army slang as a
term for a new recruit.”
Hah!
Kirby, Mickey, Danny; I'm scouring her letters from them, none yet!
For those of us a little rusty on our history, the "Lend Lease Bill" , enacted in 1941, effectively ended US neutrality. It supplied about 30 Allied nations with "credit" for war materials. The Neutrality Act of '39 supplied war materials only on a "cash and carry" basis, so the cash strapped European nations hard hit by the war, now 1 1/2 yrs into it, could not afford to buy material (and maybe used this for soldier pay?) The Lend Lease was a critical factor in the eventual success of the Allies by providing some $50 billion in assistance.
Sounds like Jimmy, despite mom trying to hide it, has a hold over her something fierce!
Our sweet little teeny nest is vacant, almost. . . .
We had a very cold rain last Friday morning.
I checked on our mama hummingbird sitting on her nest.
There she was diligently keeping her nest warm in the cold rain.
The umbrella of leaves were a perfect cover. She looked
very sheltered. And she sat.
Friday was a long day in the office upstairs.
I had a lot of put off paperwork to attend to after working
5 out of 6 days and was behind.
I didn't pay much attention, but the rain was light and had let up.
It was cold. (Almost freezing for us @ a bone chilling 48 degrees!)
It was late in the evening when I checked on her again.
Not there, almost dark.
Later after a couple hours, I checked again. This time, I pulled out
a flashlight to see in the dark.
Empty nest. I was worried.
Next morning, the first thing I did was check on her.
Empty nest. Again. All day.
And that was the last I saw of her.
After 3 days, I got bold. I checked for an egg. I climbed up on the deck railing.
I leaned out and looked. I took a picture.
andfor someperspective. . .
yeah, teeny. Then, I looked inside. Can you see the spider webbing holding it in place? It is literally embedded there in the leaves.
Undeniable, an egg. An egg, a baby bird, a life undeveloped.
Sorry, it is so blurred, but I was leaning out over the deck railing with one foot on the tree, one hand pulling the leaves out of the way, and one hand holding the camera in the air, not being able to see what I was shooting, so . . .
The year is starting off a bit rough for mom. She's not feeling well.
Sore throat, cold. . . and without a letter she really wants to see. . .
"Soldier Crazy" indeed.
We went out digging around and cleaning out mom's room yesterday. Boy, was I excited to find ANOTHER DIARY! 1943! And, more soldier letters, some from '42 and '43 none of which I had found earlier. So, look forward to those when I get a chance to sort and upload. Another year coming! (Oh, andif I get real industrious, I also found a few Gregg Shorthand books.) Well, a girl can dream. . .