Sunday, Dec. 24, 1944
Christmas Eve. Daddy left for Camp Ellis before the sun was up. This evening Mommy wrote, “I’ve been in a sort of stupor since you left…It seems all I’ve done is serve food and wash dishes. Besides, I always get a little numb after we part.” But it wasn’t all gloomy, she went on: “Today has been a nice family day. We all had an old-fashioned butterfish breakfast with rolls and then my mother and father took Susie for a walk. After a light lunch, everybody went to sleep except me. I did my laundry and baked an apple pie. By the time everybody got up, the laundry was on the line, the pie was cooling, and the Philharmonic was tuning up for Brahms and Mozart with [guest pianist] Arthur Schnabel, one of my ‘bestest pianists which I love.’ So Grandpa took Susie outside for a romp in the snow and then we all had pie…and now we’re finishing the Sunday papers.” One thing I know: Mommy but Daddy surely listened to the Jack Benny Christmas Eve special.