Tuesday, October 12, 2021

Post #422 - July 25, 1944 It Seems My Fears are Correct—Ed is in Combat and I’m Positive Has or Will See Action and It Is Always Cool Here, a Fresh Breeze Blowing 24 Hours of the Day


July 25, 1944 

Darling Hubby, 

It’s so darn hot that I decided I was going to have some air, hence the pen.

I had three letters today: one from you (July 20 - with snap enclosed) one from Sy and one from Ed (Thank God!) dated July 14. It seems my fears are correct—he is in combat and l'm positive has or will see action. Please write to him often, honey, cause he's always asking about you. My Mom and Pop are worried sick and l'm almost glad that my Mom has Adele to keep her going all day long. I hope and pray that everything will be okay with him! I shall be uneasy now til I know the war is over—especially where he is concerned. He's so young! He asked me write often and l shall make every effort to do so. I'm going to write to him and Sy when I finish this.

Mom is still at Browns Mills. It's a little hard on Goldie now that she has the cooking to do. However she does very little of it. Yesterday they ate at the Asia, taking Diana with them, carriage and all. Goldie and work just don’t mix—she can’t take it at all. She has more pep than I do, but no stamina or spirit. I’m not strong but my spirit makes me strong. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to come through all I had to go through. l’ve been eating at my mom's all week to save me the trouble of preparing my own dinner. Phil, if ever I appreciated my family, it’s now. There isn’t a thing they haven’t done for me to make my life a bit easier.

Sy writes that he saw restricted movies and “that we are losing more than people realize.” He said this was supposed to be a secret. He also said that he is “homesick as hell” and also wants me to write often. What I should do is stop working as a secretary and hire one to help me out.

I was most anxious to see a snap of you, sweet, and this one came just as I had finished commenting on my desire for one. I think you look swell, honey, especially cause you look thinner. I got so terribly heartsick looking at the likeness of you that I simply felt like lying down and dyin’. Phil, I miss you more than ever before and l'm so terrible anxious to see you——

Sorry you didn’t care for “Cover Girl”— I didn’t think it was marvelous—l just enjoyed it—after all I don't see that many movies to judge by your standards:

I can't find Syd's address at the moment—will send it along in a later letter. I have to write to him, too. We also had a v-mail from Max Brown.

Room to say “I adore you, angel mine (sigh——

Your Eve

25 July 1944 

Ev, dearest,

At last—some “real" mail! This afternoon I received your letters of 7 and 12 July (both containing snaps of the punkin), your V-mail of the 18th and another midget edition of the Bulletin of 3rd July from Dot.

The pictures of our young lady were very nice, and most welcome. I note, especially, that the two taken in June with Ricky show her much heavier than the other two taken on 2 July. As a matter of fact, the two sets could very well be of two separate and distinct little girls. I particularly liked the way she looked in the unsmiling pose of the latter set. It is surprising that she is taller and heavier than Ricky. This proves that she is growing at a remarkable rate. I think, perhaps, that is why her legs and feet aren’t as straight as they should be. The pictures taken in June aren't too good. They show her sullen, and pre-occupied in what you are saying to her. Those taken by Petey, however, are very good. What was it that amused her so in one of them? Ricky appears a stout little lad but what happened to his resemblance for Tony? He is a good looking kid, and has changed much since I saw him last. By the way, Chippie, iI think the punkin's features are changing, too. She looks different, somehow, in her latest pictures, and her resemblance to me is hard to see here. I note, too, Sweet, that you get part of yourself into one of the pictures. I wish you'd be a little more considerate of my feelings, when you so unthinkingly tease me with a half-glimpse of yourself. The “soldier-suit" still seems to fit you, darling. I remember that it was very tight on you when I left. Does that mean you are losing weight, or that you "let it out"? You're neglecting to tell me what you are wearing these days. You promised to—you know.

Glad to learn that you finally managed to get those shoes for Adele, and I’m equally glad that you are being more generous to yourself—as witness your paying eight bucks for a pair of oxfords. Somehow, eight bucks doesn’t loom as large in my calculations as it used to in those days when I was shopping with you.

Can’t understand why I haven’t heard from Mike. 

Wish you could spend the summer with me here in England, Baby. It is always cool here, a fresh breeze blowing 24 hours of the day. The only disadvantage I have found in the English weather is that it is so changeable. One moment, there isn't a cloud in the sky, and in the next, rain is falling from a sky darkened by dark rain clouds. But we haven't had to put up with even ordinary summer heat, let alone the hot spell you tell me about in yours of the 7th.

About mailing chocolates during the hot weather, suit yourself, honey, but it's still the only thing you can send me that I can’t get in sufficient quantity over here. Of course, Chiclets, gum and Life Savers are always welcome.

Forgot to say that Ruthie's letter of 9 July also reached me today. She seems to be having a nice vacation. I must get off a letter to her soon, ’cause I haven't answered her last three. 

Your V-mail of the 18th advised me that Mom has gone to Brown's Mills “for a while". That is all very nice, but who prepares the meals now? Surely Goldie doesn’t have the time with Diana Jean to take care of, and it goes without saying that you have your hands full between your job and the punkin. Who then? Not Harry, I'm sure. Are you all eating out while Mom’s away? It's all very puzzling, and I’d like to know what arrangements were made. Frankly, I don't see how Mom could possibly get away. I'll be expecting to hear about it, Baby.

There really isn’t anything to report from this end, Chippie,—things go on just as usual, I divide the day between the Orderly Room, my bunk, the Aero club, and the movies. It is just "date time,” my darling, and it's good to know that just as I long to hold you in my arms, to kiss the sweet pulse in your throat—you are thinking of your husband and lover, the guy who is so proud to refer to himself as

Your Phil

Love to all, especially my punkin.