Monday, Jan 15, 1945
Daddy called tonight about our arrangements and added a complaint. He’s upset because he’s not getting any letters from his family in Brooklyn. He asked Mommy to call and urge them to write more often. This did not sit well with Mommy who got angry in turn. “I’ll forward your complaint to Brooklyn,” she wrote in response, “G-d only knows that your sister has the time to write – especially as Mom does all her work for her. ‘Oh, Justice, when expelled from other habitations….’ I suppose there are lots of little things. I could write about this and that but I’m getting restless and impatient. It can wait. All my love.” Only four more days until we leave for Denver.