January 18, 1942

Sunday, January 18, 1942
Today was cold with a terrific north wind blowing and when we went we went for a ride along the ocean shore the waves were terrifically high.
Pops and I both remarked that we don't remember having seen the spray so high – just like geysers – and so many miles out in the ocean. It was particularly beautiful.
We went down to see Ressa and found her quite sweet and cozy in her new home. Had intended to go for a walk or work in the garden, but the wind was too strong and cold so we just sat by the fire and talked.
Made a cake today and in my hurry, as usual, reached for the vanilla and poured in a spoonful and gasped. It was green vegetable coloring and two months until St. Patricks. Since the green coloring is tasteless, no great harm has been done, but it sure looks funny. The cake is good, so we'll eat it.
Another bomber with eight army flyers crashed near Pendleton, Oregon. Looks as though our men don't have to be in the combat zone to suffer casualties.
There don't seems to be very any outstanding highlights in the war situation. The loss of the plane with Carole Lombard, and twenty-one other people has caused the war situation to take a back seat for a couple of days – so far as headlines are concerned.