April 22, 1944
Your V-mail of 14 April was in the mail for me this morning. I'm glad that the two mailless days didn't show up in the receipt of my mail from you or I might have been worried. Sorry you couldn't write and it's okay with me - if you can't, you can't. I'm glad you are enjoying the Milky Ways and I shall endeavor to send more in the future.
I have two bits of news for you. Jules Dickoff is going overseas and Irving Glick (remember our next door neighbor on Sansom St.?) was wounded in action in the South Pacific.
I accomplished a lot of work today and think I'll give you an idea of what I did. I thoroughly cleaned our room, the bathroom, the living room and the dining room. I washed the porch linoleum, washed some clothes, pressed, washed the kitchen floor. I don't usually do all this in one day, however, the weather continues damp, cloudy and rainy and since I can't take Adele out I am doing as much as I can in the house. When it does get nice I'll have that much more time to spend outside.
So far Spring has been nothing but rain, rain, rain. I'm beginning to think we aren't going to have a Spring at all this year. By the time it does clear up we'll be ready for summer weather. How's by you?
Adele likes when I whisper in her ear. She responds in the same quiet tone and offers me her ear frequently. She has been behaving splendidly the past two days. I guess she wants you to have a good opinion of her, for I just finished writing, a few days ago, how bad she has been. Her sleeping has improved and I'm finally getting some rest. (Thank God)
I can't think of another thing to say, except, of course, what I'll never tire of saying, that I love you, my darling and always will. On second thought, I think I shall continue on this tomorrow. So long for now, angel, I'm with you, as always.
April 23, 1944
I worked on Stuart's sweater most of the evening and have finished the back. I have about three inches of the front at this point (making good time, don't you think?). I washed Adele's blue outfit for the first time and it washed nicely. I was afraid to wash it since Fay made her baby a snowsuit of the same wool and when she washed it it faded terribly. It must have been the way she washed it, for mine came out nicely, as I said before.
Mickey Brown surprised the folks by coming in early Saturday morning on an eight day furlough (with Miriam.) They promised to visit us today and should be over later. (I'm writing this during Adele's nap and will finish later in the evening).
The Browns were over and Mickey (he hasn't told the folks yet) is on the overseas list. He thinks he'll be out of the country before another month is out and knows what he's talking about as he has been in the office and has it from a reliable source. Miriam is staying here. It's over six weeks since they heard from Milton and can't help worrying. As seems to be their custom at each visit, they left a dollar bill for Adele. They certainly love our little girl, sweet, and have been more than generous in gifting her.
Gloria called from N. Y. She, too, realizes that the surprise Jack has in store is "stripes". She's elated and says "it's about time!" She said something about Sammy driving to Philly next week, but the connection was poor and I couldn't understand her. I guess she’ll write about it.
I read the enclosed article recently and am sending it along for I think you will enjoy it too.
I was listening to a radio story earlier in the evening starring Walter Pidgeon (that's where I must have gotten the spelling of pigeon) and I must confess that I like him extremely. I like his person, but mostly, I like his voice. I could listen to him hour after hour. He has the most pleasing male voice I have ever heard.
Sam and Pauline are here and Etta and Nat are stopping over later. They always ask me to forward their regards and best wishes.
Goldie's father has been raving about that Ietter you sent him. He is terribly broken up about his son's enlistment and was crying over the telephone while talking to Goldie. His son is more of a wife than his own wife.
And so, baby, I come to the end of another communique from home. What is more fitting, then, than to send along all the love and adoration that is yours? I adore you beyond words, my own sweet husband, and wish very much that I could know the taste of your lips once more. Mind if I kiss them now? As Adele would say, "num, num, num, num!" More - - - -
22 April 1944
Your V-mail of 10 April just arrived together with a V-mail from Gloria, and a letter from Eddie. None of you had anything startling to report. There is very little hope of Eddie and I getting together at this time. The info that you mailed those three boxes of candy bars certainly comes under the heading of good news.
Sorry, Sweet, that I can’t oblige you at this time with those snapshots you ask for. Frankly, the amount of red tape involved in getting film processed over here makes picture taking hardly worth the effort. However, if you are willing to wait about three months for the results, you might send along some film (616 or 620).
Don’t, Chippie, concern yourself with the state of my finances. I assure you I'll get along O.K. I explained, I think, that I had to borrow in order to meet Eddie. When I repaid the debt, it left me short for the following month—catch?
Sorry I have to use V-mail, Chippie, but really there is very little to report, and it is ample. I'm expecting the Air-Mail envelopes today, however, and tomorrow I'll try to make it a “longie.”
You made no mention of the punkin in this last letter—an oversight I'm sure you won't commit soon again.
My best love to her and to all the family. As for you, my darling, I'll see you in my dreams on the bench out front at 5 o'clock.
Your adoring Phil