Friday, May 19, 1944
We’ve taken Monte Cassino! No newspaper but the little community in our latest motel shares news heard on the radio. Plus, Allies took a Japanese airfield in Burma. These are a huge victories and will surely mean a quick end to the war – maybe even before we reach Denver. Meanwhile, we’re settling into motel routines. I am outside making new friends while my father watches me from the front door of our room. (That’s me in the droopy diapers.) My mother is trying to make a real Sabbath dinner with some store-bought chicken and decent bread. It’s hot and muggy so we’ll probably eat outdoors. As for Sabbath candles, my father told her to skip them or this place to go up in flames. Tomorrow: Colorado.