The Navy doesn't joke about thievery. One of the other WAVES, Beverly, had her room broken into. The barracks went into Lockdown.
"It developed that some girl stole $25 from Beverly's roommate and $25 from the girl next to Bev's room. They restricted the whole barrack and searched every room to no avail. Thank goodness I wasn't in the barracks when that happened. Everyone had to go to bed and couldn't even so much as take a shower. A lot of girls didn't even get to eat."
I know I wouldn't be able to sleep with all that adrenaline pumping through the barracks. What if it turned into The Monsters are due on Maple Street? Everyone betraying each other until a shot rings out, returning everyone to their senses with blood on their hands. In reality, the most distress caused by this is some rumbling bellies.
Grandma was invited to tea by four English women staying at the Granada hotel. They were stopping through on their way to Canada to enlist with the CWACs.
"4 English girls are going through here on their way to Canada to join up with the Girls Army in Canada. ... They were so nice and we had a lot of fun comparing our countries. They were very much interested in our being in the WAVES."
They are the Canadian version of the WAACS. Grandma calls it the Girls Army however. I wonder if it's a slight to the Canadian army or if she's just referring to them informally. If it is a slight, I wonder how my Grandmother referred to the WAACs.
Grandma moved into a room with an accordion playing roommate to get away from Marvel's replacement. Apparently, Grandma loves to jam out to some accordion music.
"My other roommate belongs to the Salvation Army and she has an accordion and she plays and sings all the time. It was enough to drive me nuts. She also would give me lectures on the Salvation Army. She said that people made fun of them but she thought they were cute. That was enough to put me out for the night."
I just imagine this woman with an accordion strapped to her chest belting out a spiritual. She's most likely choreographing marches to rival any band directed by John Philip Souza. She's got some sick moves.
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