As soon as we got our work cleared away, we began getting ourselves ready for the Officers Wives Tea at the “Air Port.” I wore my brown suit and top coat, brown straw hat and brown shoes, gloves and purse. Enjoyed the ride out the Sunset Highway. Arriving at the “Air Port” an officer greeted us at the gate for identification before we could enter.
Io was our spokesman and manager. She produced one of the invitations to the officer. He handed Io the long type-written list for our perusal We were glad to find our five names on it. Then he told us to drive and which building to go to for passes. A young woman questioned each one of us, making duplicate copies.
Our invitation came through one of Io’s tenants who was one of the hostesses. She had spent the whole morning arranging the flowers and then was not able to stay for the tea. She is in delicate health — a couple of months.
*I love this entry because it shows how new the word “air port” must have been, even though they were at the base. Also, notice the heavy security at the base’s gate. It was war time, after all. And the way she described the pregnant woman at the end of this excerpt. This is one of the longest posts in Keo’s journal, so it must have been a very special day for her.