November 7, 1943

Hi,
I spent the afternoon writing you an airmail letter which I mailed. This is a beautiful moonlight night- really brilliant, with a little low-lying mist. But oh is it cold! Not really, but we had a movie called “Pittsburgh” which was terrible, with the same ancient newsreel we had the last week. But our so called “theater” isn’t heated, + by the time it was over at 10:30. I was sitting there with frozen feet + bouncing up + down on the bench to try to keep from shivering. They took out the stoves because the stove-pipes were right in the middle of the room where they interfered with the projection. So, after that, I trotted back here, stood by the red-hot stove for a minute + then put my feet to bed real quick. Now they feel much better, but they need company. There goes “The King” finishing the day’s radio program, so as the lady announcer says: Good night and God bless you.


Love B