Here's the ice story of PC-1172 and the accompanying letter my Dad sent to my mother describing the event. The approximate date of the letter is February 6, 1944. He was "at sea," thus, as you know, he had to obey censorship rules and not date nor state locations. He was able to describe New York City in other ways to his wife, who received her masters from Columbia in 1939. Here's what he wrote:"We certainly got it in the neck finally. As we left the warm water and hit the cold (30 degree drop in temperature in 4 hours) the wind came up and we found ourselves bucking a real winter gale. Nobody slept much last night and practically everyone was doubting that the hull would stand the pounding. This was particularly true of the boys who bunk in the lower compartments. They felt the full shock and the ship went up, up, then zoom down & crash!
Nobody ate for 24 hours because it was too tough to get back to the mess quarters or to bring food forward. We had to bring in all lookouts & gun crews etc. to keep them from freezing. I had more warm clothes than most - I loaned a sweater & gloves to one of my signalmen who had never been north before in wintry time and didn't know what to expect. He nearly froze his hands this morning trying to handle a signal searchlight without gloves. I finished his message for him and nearly caught pneumonia in doing it.
The entire upper surface of the ship rigging, antennas, decks etc. were covered in ice when we arrived, like you've seen in photos.
I don’t want you to worry, honey, but I figure you want to know what I am doing. We will make out better after we get proper clothing. We were never in any danger – it was just nasty weather. Our hull remained 100% watertight despite all the pounding."