Monday, Aug 21, 1944
I am one year old!! I didn’t have the party that was planned for the family in Brooklyn. But Grandma and some of my aunts and cousins met us at Pennsylvania Station. Grandma even brought a box of her special cookies for me since I couldn’t have a cake. And here are my accomplishments, as recorded by Mommy in her letter to Daddy she wrote on the train today. I can stand on my own “a few second at a time. Your mother pleaded with her to walk by her birthday the way you did but Susie refuses to be drawn into the race. Susie is also getting friendlier and friendlier. She flirts with everyone outrageously. I mean flirts. She puts her head to one side and smiles engagingly, then she puts out one chubby and nobody dares refuse it.” Let’s hope the same spirit prevails at the Dumbarton Oaks conference that begins today. Representatives from the USA, Great Britain, and the Soviet Union will meet to figure out how they can preserve world peace in the future. For my sake, I hope they’re successful!