Beginning on November 1, which is the date of my mother’s first letter from her Hawaii trip 84 years ago, I am serializing day by day, the book, Cecilia King’s Extraordinary Senior Trip, which you can obtain from Amazon in either Kindle or paperback.

I hope you enjoy the upcoming nine-months in Hawaii 1940-41. You can order the entire book from Amazon in either paperback or Kindle format, click here.

Honolulu, Sunday, January 5, 1941

Sunday night
Early Worley, quite squirrely – served as entrée salad, main course, and dessert today. A. Susan & U. Ed “thought it best” (meaning “grrr, go or else”) for me to go on out today regardless of personal feelings on the subject – so Worley & I embarked upon our Sunday sally about 1:30 this afternoon. Drove through the low hanging clouds and mist, to the Pali, then down the other side of the turning twist of road around the rugged peak of the range. On the east side of the island we wandered around to Bellows Field (an air corps post, in the building) past little banana stands at the edge of the banana groves. The Bellows F. Officers Beach is the most beautiful in Oahu – The smooth, long sand forms a mile horseshoe & the waves roll up on the sand – break, and fall back to the ocean – it’s really wonderful – all things one expects a beach to be, but it never is – except there. (Sounds pretty simple in words but it’s truly very beautiful). We walked about two miles, dug several yards down some sand-carb holes, but stopped finally lest we suddenly meet Stalin or some Hindu on the other side of the globe.

We didn’t expect to get into the beach at all because one can’t pass by the guard in his khaki uniform and little grass shack unless he has a pass by C.O. So we slipped by – got caught, & then the set Stuck his head in & said, “Oh, I’ve seen you before to-day, O.K., goes back in. “So, thanks to our familiarity (to whose, I don’t know) faces we “snook” in.

We came back, around the south end of the island, past Koko Head, & stopped to see the “geyser.” That is where the entire coast is of black volcanic rocks – And about ten yards inland is a hole in the rocky shore and the wavs slip under and come gushing up into the air in a huge spray – apparently just out of the earth. It’s very unusual and pretty.

Back toward Kahala, stopped for a “thick chocolate malted milk” -- & so home to dress, and shed a little of the Bellows beach sand I had unwittingly collected.

At 6:30 we went to the “Return of Frank James” at the Waikiki Theatre. In the “court” between the lobby & ticket office is the loveliest rose lighted fountain. Inside, the theatre is lighted by subtle green rays, and the walls are concealed by palm trees and tropical plants – It’s supposed to be one of the prettiest move theatres in the world, and certainly is in my feeble judgment. I guess the picture was good – there was a lonely sailor on my left who jumped up & down in excitement and shouted inane remarks to no one in general – slightly distracting.

After “The End” we went to the “Green Lantern” – found a table without ants -- & had a wonderful turkey dinner – and watched a mouse outside do a tight-rope-walking number on a telephone wire.

Drove around town for a while -- & finding little else to disagree on – or any amusement – we turned homeward –
So – guess that’s all for today. Better luck next week-end! (I hope)