My dad must have either sent this to Mom or to his folks when he was in the Navy. It is information about areas in Italy for the U.S.S Roanoke crew for when they landed in Augusta, Italy on January 25, 1950. Interesting that only in Augusta are “identified houses of prostitution” out of bounds.
Found this among the photographs/letters/recipes/magazine clippings at Mom’s house. The photo was inside a two-fold handmade card with the Shangri-La Bar drawing taped to the front. On the inside, facing the photo are the addresses of the other sailors. They are hard to decipher, but here goes:
- J. E Brestle, Rt 3, R.D #3 St. Clairsville, Ohio
- Choice Lee Hoover, Jr, Rt #2 Harrisburg, Miss
- J. B. Otten, R. R #1 Washington, Ill
According to the back of the card the Shangri-La Bar was located in Panama City, Panama (156 Calle Del Estudiante, One Block from the Lesseps Park) and featured:
- Newly and artistically remodeling
- Better drinks at popular prices
- Quick and competent service
- Caters to all branches of the U.S.A Armed Forces and Canal Zone personnel
- An honest to goodness modern bar that pleases the eye as well as the drinking taste of its customers
I checked, there is no Shangri-La bar in Panama City, Panama any longer, nor is there a park named Lesseps.
This is not politically correct and quite offensive, but this was probably 1949, so let’s give it a pass. Anyway, that woman was probably about to turn around and give the wolves a piece of her mind.
I love the look on the bartender’s face. These days we’d call it photobombing.
In the box that probably belonged to my Uncle Don and Aunt Leila were some letters Dad wrote to his parents and to my aunt and uncle. Here is the oldest one to his parents. He was twenty and a half years old.
Great Lakes, Ill
Well, how is everybody? I’m feeling pretty good except for a slight cold which is getting better. Well our chow is a little better this week because a different company is feeding us. The company that is feeding us now has made an agreement with our C.O. that they feed us good and we feed them good when we get in chow hall. Our weekend is just about over, it’s Mon. night now and we have just finished swabbing the decks with sand, washed all the windows inside and out with Bon-ami and scrubbed every piece of wood in the building. I got all my clothes washed yesterday and left them out all day to bleach.
How is everybody at home? Is dad feeling pretty good, I hope so. I hope everybody else is pretty good too.
Say when you send my camera will you send back my toiletry kit and a good map of Illinois, Indiana or any other state you have. Send on of Chicago too if you can find one.
I’ll have to quit now because they are going to turn out the light.
Goodbye for now.
P.S. Don’t forget to write
I still live at the same place, ha! ha!