Friday, Oct. 13, 1944
Friday the 13th was not a good day for house hunting. Mommy described our frustrating day: “Today Susie and I raced around to see the few places that were advertised. The nicest one flatly refused to take a child – a huge four-room place! The next few were too expensive, and the last one, ten miles from the center of town, was such a hovel that I fled after one look at the rooms. There was a door to the so-called kitchen with the word ‘MEN’ painted on it!…The woman who owned the place wanted $40 a month for it.” Tomorrow is the Notre Dame versus Dartmouth game and everyone here is going football crazy, even the editorial cartoonist.
Light the Sabbath candles