That’s the date in 1941 when I became actively conscious of Manila and the Philippines. I went to Vesper service and heard Fonger deliver a very excellent little sermon. I don’t remember the text but it had to do with the Psalmist during one of the captivities and one of the Epistles of Paul to Timothy, re: Don’t forget you, Jerusalem. He hasn’t much of a delivery but, profound sincerity. I told him I enjoyed it. I guess I didn’t accomplish much yesterday, really have been down in the mouth—there was a show last night and it was excellent. Bill and I made honey this morning and went to see Mr. and Mrs. Curran this afternoon; this is their 31st wedding anniversary.