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Helen Fox Angell letters to her mother, December 1945-December 1947

1946-02-10 Helen Fox Angell to Bessie Peebles Fox Page 1

Fort Davis, C.Z.
February 10, 1946
Dear Mother,
I haven't heard from you since I wrote last Thursday, so I will just continue with what I've done in the meantime. I also have some pictures to send. Friday we decorated the club with Valentine decorations for the dance for the 295th (Puerto Rican) Infantry. The men were lots of help and the place looked very nice. We used white tablecloths on all the little PX tables, and put a red heart in each corner. Then we had a nice bouquet of flowers on each table. All these tables and the lounge furniture we had set up at one end of the large room. The end of the room next to the stage was the dance floor. We had hearts above and below the stage, and white and red decorations on the side lights. We didn't use the center lights. The men went out into the jungle Friday morning and got lots of big palm leaves, which they made into clever arches around the floor. We finished decorating about four, and came home, showered, rested a little, had supper at the officers' club and then went back. The dance started about seven thirty, and lasted till ten thirty. Spanish speaking girls came from the USO in Colon. Of course there were lots more men than girls, so every dance was a tag dance. The music was Latin, and the men excellent dancers, every one of them. I had a swell time and really got my exercise in rhumbaing. When they cut in, as they did about every minute, they cut in dancing in time, so that one didn't miss a step. I acquired a sort of special partner, who watched out for me and cut in every third or fourth one. His name is Gregorio Sosa, and his is going home tomorrow. He is a very serious young man, and wanted to have a serious talk with me today, but I guess he must have drawn guard duty because I didn't see him this morning. I told Helen I didn't know whether he just wanted my picture, as they all do, or whether he had something else in mind. I should give them the bathing suit picture! Saturday morning we slept till ten, then got in the station wagon, drove over the Gatun Lock and down the canal to Ft. Sherman beach. We ate at the

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Fort Davis, C.Z. February 10, 1946 Dear Mother, I haven't heard from you since I wrote last Thursday, so I will just continue with what I've done in the meantime. I also have some pictures to send. Friday we decorated the club with Valentine decorations for the dance for the 295th (Puerto Rican) Infantry. The men were lots of help and the place looked very nice. We used white tablecloths on all the little PX tables, and put a red heart in each corner. Then we had a nice bouquet of flowers on each table. All these tables and the lounge furniture we had set up at one end of the large room. The end of the room next to the stage was the dance floor. We had hearts above and below the stage, and white and red decorations on the side lights. We didn't use the center lights. The men went out into the jungle Friday morning and got lots of big palm leaves, which they made into clever arches around the floor. We finished decorating about four, and came home, showered, rested a little, had supper at the officers' club and then went back. The dance started about seven thirty, and lasted till ten thirty. Spanish speaking girls came from the USO in Colon. Of course there were lots more men than girls, so every dance was a tag dance. The music was Latin, and the men excellent dancers, every one of them. I had a swell time and really got my exercise in rhumbaing. When they cut in, as they did about every minute, they cut in dancing in time, so that one didn't miss a step. I acquired a sort of special partner, who watched out for me and cut in every third or fourth one. His name is Gregorio Sosa, and his is going home tomorrow. He is a very serious young man, and wanted to have a serious talk with me today, but I guess he must have drawn guard duty because I didn't see him this morning. I told Helen I didn't know whether he just wanted my picture, as they all do, or whether he had something else in mind. I should give them the bathing suit picture! Saturday morning we slept till ten, then got in the station wagon, drove over the Gatun Lock and down the canal to Ft. Sherman beach. We ate at the