July 21 The trip on the Keenora was a beautiful trip.  When we left there was not a cloud in the sky.  On the dock stood Mrs. Brady and her son Billy, Mrs. Johnson and her three girls and Mom and Dad.  On the Keenora our room was number eight.  In the room was a…

My third trip on the Keenora, which started on September 10th, 1945, might well be entitled, “The Saga of Miss Chicago”. The day was not a pleasant one—not too warm, and drizzly.  When I got to the office, I asked who was to share my cabin, but the name on the register meant nothing.  They…

The weekend at home was not pleasant.  I forget whether the plumbing was misbehaving, or someone was sick, or what, but it was with a distinct feeling of attaining a haven that I arrived back on board.  Mr. Miller, in the office, had ceremoniously changed his bookings so that I could have the same cabin…