Sunday, January 30, 2022

Post #468 - September 28, 1944 Gosh, I’m Beginning to Hope I’ll See You Sometime in ’45


Sept. 28, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Received yours of Sept. 18, informing me of your change of address, or, rather, APO. Why the change after all these months? Hope it isn't a prelude to moving on. Your letter made entertaining reading and I’m glad you enjoyed yourself so much.

Last night I didn't get to bed early as I had promised myself to do. I'm terribly restless of late and want to keep on the move. I went to the Broad with my mother and dad to see "Show Business" with Eddie Cantor, G. Murphy Nancy Kelly, Constance Moore and Joan Davis. Gee, but it was a good picture! Eddie Cantor and Joan Davis are a swell combination and they can entertain me any day. We didn't get home til almost twelve and by the time I had some cake and milk and undressed it was after twelve. Adele woke me two times during the night, so I had a helluva time pulling myself out of bed this morning.

The weather was muggy all day long and broke into a rainstorm this afternoon. Churchill's speech and the latest reports on the war paint a very gloomy picture for an early end. Did you say you'd see me in ’44?? Gosh, I’m beginning to hope I'll see you sometime in ’45.

I was kept busy all day long at work and the time flew. By the way do you think the package containing the pyrex bottles will be delayed due to the change of address? I suppose some of the mail from the past few days will be held up.

I don't know what Harry has been doing all week, but tonight he was "batting” about a job on a soda-pop truck that would pay him $120 per week. He doesn't say much about anything and I was never one to ask anyone else questions

Phil, darling, I've got the blues this evening. If only I could see you for just a little while - But, then, I don't think I really want to see you at all - not until I can see you and know that you will never leave me again.Gloria and I got to talking about furloughs (when she’s as blue) etc. and, somehow, I can't see any sense to coming together and separating again. It would kill me - but good. Two times is plenty for anybody. But, then, there is the attitude that something is better than nothing. Just come home soon -

I have to sign off, cause I intend to do some washing now to keep it from accumulating and want to write a few more letters tonight to catch up on my lagging correspondence. I haven't had a chance to write to Sy and thank him for the pillow case he sent me, and mean to do so this evening.

It's funny not to have a radio in the house and I'll be glad when we get it back, which should be tomorrow. I can't think of another solitary thing to say, except "I love you Phil, dearest, and am

Your Eve

Saturday, January 29, 2022

Post #467 - September 27, 1944 Silk Stockings are Unobtainable These Days and The Bicycle Rolling Swiftly Down Grade of Its Own Accord, and A Half Moon Turning Everything Silver


Sept. 27, 1944

My dearest,

It's now four days since I last had mail. Undoubtedly you were busy having some fun? during the holidays and I'm rather anxious to hear of your activities. My brother Sy sent me a lovely pillow case (the 2nd one) from his ship, the U.S.S. New Yorker that has a lovely inscription to "sister". I owe him a letter and hope to get it off sometime this week.

Last night Shirley, Em, the family and I chatted away til 11:30 when we all decided it was high time we got to bed. I can't remember anything worth mentioning about the whole conversation. You know how it is when several girls get to talking - clothes, husbands, babies, food, habits, etc.

This morning I had another picnic getting up and didn't actually get out of bed til 8:15 - that is I got out to stay. Adele woke me at 5:15 to take her to the bathroom and I made her go back to sleep. We each had breakfast (no, I'm not fasting) and I dressed us both. I headed for Fay’s house and stayed only a few minutes as she and her mother were headed for the synagogue. I then decided to take a walk up to Myra's to kill the morning. The only one home was Dot, so I chatted with her for about an hour and started home. There is great hope that Myra's brother will walk again. Slowly, but surely, all his feeling is coming back. He now sits in a wheelchair and uses his hands. His girlfriend has stuck to the guns, and I think that had a lot to do with his recuperating.

Adele had lunch and went straightaway to sleep. I ate lunch, undressed, showered, washed some clothes and dyed some silk stockings. Mr. Bellet had five pairs or heavier stockings of silk in an almost white shade laying about (he used to sell them) and asked me if I wanted them. Once Gloria dyed some stockings another color and had left the dye in the medicine chest. I decided to take the stockings and dye them, which is exactly what I did. They came out very nice and will come in very handy. No, I'm not going to have any use out of them cause they are too small for me, but Mom will. After all, silk stockings are unobtainable these days, not to mention the price could we get for them.

All of which brings me right up to date. Adele woke a little while ago and I dressed her. Ruth has her out riding in the walker, so that I can finish this before supper and have the evening to myself. I've been getting to bed too late these past few days and mean to get to bed early tonight. I always say I will, but never do. The weather is very springlike, sunny and bright today and a welcome change from the freezing weather we'd been having. Wish you were here so that we could take a stroll through Hunting Park with Adele - I, by the way, am wearing my suit again. Boy do I need some dresses! And I mean to get them soon. Baby mine, I hope so much that next Yom Kippur will find us together forevermore. I love you so much!

Your Eve

27 September 1944

Dearest Darling Sweetheart,

Excuse the exuberance of the salutation. It's just the mood I’m in. Not that I don’t mean it, Baby. I do. And how! The reason? Oh yes, the reason. Well, it may sound a little silly to you, but I just saw a pretty good musical film at the base theater, then riding back on a moonlit road fresh by the grace of a recent rain, the bicycle rolling swiftly down grade of its own accord, and a half moon turning everything silver, I felt exhilarated. Very much so. So, before the mood leaves me, I wanted to get something of it down on paper. If my levity does not strike a responsive chord in you, well, I’m sorry, Sweet. At any rate, bear with me while I relate the latest drongs of your loving hubby. Will yuh, honey, huh?

I worked steadily today with the intention of cleaning up all the things that have been hanging fire these past few weeks. For the first time in months I am caught up, and it's a wonderful feeling, no kiddin’. Then, to make it a perfectly perfect day, three of your letters arrived at once. They were your letters of the 8th and 10th Sep., and your V-mail of the 18th.

Among other things, yours of the 8th advised me that you were wearing the 8th Air Force insignia when you took those snaps, but I’ll be hanged if I can see it in any of them.

You say your a-p-p-e-t-i-t-i-e (appetitie, indeed!) has “picked up" and that you expect to “put on all those pounds I seem to have lost.” Just like a woman! Who d’ye think you're kiddin’ with that “seem” business. You know darn well you are six lbs. lighter than you have any right to be. When you hit the scales al 119 again, I’ll be satisfied - not before.

'What's all the mystery about the punkin's table and chair set - and why don't you tell me about it now?

You write about the fire with every intention of convincing me you were very frightened - and then you neglect to tell me what the final damage was. Then you say - "Even she (Adele) began to cry. Does that mean that Mom and you were also crying? It certainly sounds like it?! Anyhow, Sweet, I'm glad that it wasn’t worse than it was (whatever it was), and that nobody was hurt by it.

You're a funny Chippie, Sweet. Listen to this last paragraph of yours: "Gosh, honey, I could go on for hours talking about Adele and things I want to do, etc. I saw a gorgeous pair of vanity lamps, crystal bases with dubonnet shades and priced them, only to find that the pair cost $26. And we hesitated to spend $22 - remember? Oh, Phil darling, what I wouldn't give to be able to take you in my arms, etc., and so on—." What a conglomeration!! And since when did a pair of vanity lamps, however attractive, have the power to move you to expressions of love and longing? Where's the connection? And where does the punkin come into it?

Some day, honey, I may get an inkling of how your mind works, but right now, I must confess, it beats me! 

The V-mail advised me that you had finally sent off the package of bottles, nipples, etc. I was very glad to learn that, Baby. But what's the idea cutting down on my candy ration? You're a hard woman, McGee!

I just have enough time left to dash over to my hut to get those patterns I promised to enclose today. Hope you like them, sweet. Am I asking too much when I suggest you make a couple of them? I think it's high time you made something for yourself for a change.

Good night, my lovely. Tonight I'm missing you very, very much. That's because I love you so. A kiss and hug for my lass. My love to all.

Your Phil

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Post #466 - September 26, 1944 Syd Wrote Not to Expect Him Home After the War in Europe is Over and They are having a Feast in Colchester Tomorrow Evening to Break the Fast (Yom Kippur), and I Would Love to Be There


Sept. 26, 1944

My Sweet,

No mall again today and I'm sort of looking forward to tomorrow morning already, hoping there will be some mail. There isn't much to report for Yom Kippur Eve. I went to work at 10, arriving there at 10:30 and worked until 4:45. When I got home I ironed a stack of clothes that had piled up and then had supper. Fay dropped over with Marky and I brought Adele over from my mother’s. They played a while and then Fay and Marky took their leave. Adele got a bath, a warm glass of milk, a kiss and then to bed -

I met Emma on my way to work and she rode nearly the whole way with me. She was in Georgia with Phil for two and a half days and it cost her $120 for the trip, plus her food, room, etc. She said she would stay there, but Phil doesn't get any time off and so it wouldn't pay. She said he is crazy about school.

I wrote a letter to Snuff after I finished writing to you last night and I feel immensely relieved, for it was my first communication to him, after having received two from him.

By the way. I don't think I told you that Tante Bosh told me that Syd wrote her not to expect him home when the War in Europe is over - that he'll come home together with Milt. It seems that most of the boys write that and I guess most of them think they will be transferred to the Pacific, or know so.

The weather changed a little today; it wasn't quite as cold as it had been heretofore. Adele was out with my mother and Ruth all day and had bright red rosy cheeksl Gosh but she's a little wild Indian! She's into everything! But she is so cute! Just for the hell of it I measured her yesterday evening and found that she is between 34-1/2 and 35 inches tall. I'm not able to be accurate due to the fact that Adele would not stand still long enough to allow me to determine her exact height. However, she's almost three feet tall and that's pretty tall.

Guess who just this minute walked in - Emma and Shirley - So I'll have to sign off now, honey, for I've been bawling them out for not so calling on me long before this, so now I must be a polite hostess. Hope you won't mind too much, sweet, and besides, I'm just about "writ out".

Not so much so that I can't tell you that I love you, honey, that I adore you - in fact, I kinda am "that" way about you - oh, baby, if only you. were here now - what I feel like doing to you - A big hug and a couple of hundred kisses from your ever loving


26 September 1944


Another very busy day for me, and here I am at the end of it to answer some more of your letters. There was no new mail today, but because I still have five of your letters unanswered, I was almost glad of the fact. Notice - I said almost glad. Today, the eve of Yom Kippur, was lovely. It called to mind the Indian Summer weather I used to know as a boy. I had planned to go to town this evening for services, but Sgt. Murphy is away on pass, so I just can't take off. They are having a feast in Colchester tomorrow evening to break the fast, and I would love to be there, but Sgt. Murphy doesn't get back til late - so I guess I'll just have to pass it up. Now to your letters. - 

On the 11th you advised me that you had received two of my letters and the brooch. I'm most pleased that you like it, Baby, and you’re entirely welcome, I assure you. Wear it in the best of health. You may promise Ruth for me that I will get her that insignia the very next time I’m in town. Tell her, too, how sorry I am that I never got the chance to answer her last few letters, but that I appreciated them just the same. 

About our little radio—. Under no conditions must you sell it. It was a gift, and being a sentimentalist at heart, I don't like the idea of parting with it. Have it fixed if possible, and if Mom and Harry are willing to chip in. Otherwise, pack it up and put it away. I'm glad you consulted me in the matter, honey, ’cause I'd have been very highly peeved if you had sold it without asking my permission. I'm even happier that you wrote to Bert and Evelyn and got those bottles and nipples. Bert is socking his money away for a trip to America after the war is over; naturally, I have extended him the warmest of invitations to stay with us, when and if they do make the trip. 

No, sweet, i haven't seen "White Cliffs of Dover yet, but I will. Glad you enjoyed it, honey. Did you think of me while having that ice-cream at Ben's after the show? 

You say that Sy wrote to inform you that he is stationed on the U.S.S. New Yorker. What is it, a battleship, destroyer, or what? Or wasn’t he permitted to say? Stop wondering where he’ll “wind up". He'll probably see something of every country in the world before he returns to civvies. And he's just young enough to find it all very thrilling, so don't feel too sorry for him.

It pleases me more than you know, Chippie, when you write that you receive mail so regularly from Syd, Phil, Glo, Jack N., and Milt, not to mention Jack S., Seymour, Eddie and myself. It proves that I'm not the only one who appreciates you, Baby. Keep up the good work! I only wish I could write as often! And thanks for Phil's address - I'll try to make use of it. As for his "mazel” - don't tell anybody, but I’m not so sure he's so fortunate in his new job. We shall see. 

You mention Gloria's intention to visit us on the 23rd Sep., and want to know if that date means anything to me. It sho 'nuff does, honey. On 23rd Sep/42 at about 8 P.M. I left you for the second time to go on active service with the Army. I'll never forget how low I felt all the way down to Ft. Meade. Did I ever tell you how I almost died of loneliness that first night? The future was so black and uncertain at that time that I almost despaired of ever seeing you again (although I did everything I could to keep you from knowing and feeling my despondency at the time). Nowadays, when I think back to those unhappy, and uncertain days, I invariably thank God that they are far behind us; that we are now looking forward to our re-union rather than our separation. Yes, sweetheart, we have much to be thankful for, but that difference in prospects is not the least of our blessings.

The news that Mill came through his skirmishing against the japs without a scratch, and with a number of kills to his credit was indeed welcome. May the fates deal as kindly with him henceforth! My love to Tante Bosh and Uncle Nish. May God on this Yom Kippur eve hear my prayer that their sons be returned to them speedily and unscathed.

Al long last - the answer to my oft-repeated question! Now that I know how it feels to hug the punkin, and to be hugged by her, I won't be quite so impatient—or will I be more so? That remains to be seen. From your description, Sweet, I would say it doesn't feel much different from embracing your own "soft, smooth, and cuddly" charms. You say she kisses you on the lips just as I would, and then tease me with "Now, ain't you jealous, etc.”? Just how do you mean that? Do you mean jealous of Adele kissing you, or you kissing Adele? In either case, I’m not jealous of either of you - so there now! (I sure am green with envy, tho!!) Besides, how could I be “jealous" after the wonderful compliment you so artlessly (or was it? artless, I mean) paid me in the very first sentence of your description. I mean when you say " next to a love of man and woman and their embrace there is no more beautiful feeling than the arms of a child." Taking it for granted that you are talking about you and I ("us") when you say "man and woman, how can I feel jealous where you give Adele's embrace second place? No, Chippie, you'll have to think of something else if you really want to make me jealous. (Don't think too hard now, vixen!)

Tell me, sweet, just what does one have to do to make the punkin give out with “top it!"

Your paragraph about making an outfit for Diana Jean makes me wonder if you are fixing to make the sweater after the pattern I sent you. (While I think of it, I'll enclose the other three)

To conclude your letter of the 11th, you ask me if you should continue to work ’til I come home, or quit before I come home. Now you must realize that that is an odd question, Chippie. In the first place, it makes me wonder what prompted it. In the second place, not knowing your reasons for asking that particular question at this time, I am not in a position to form an opinion, much less advise you what to do. And in the third place, why do you even bother to ask me when you know very well that you will do exactly as you decide for yourself in the matter, in spite of anything I may say. So, while I cannot advise you, I certainly am most anxious to know why you are considering giving up your job. Please, Chippie, tell pappa what cooks, will you?

Your V-mail of the 14th elicits no comment - period.

Your V-mail of the 15th advises me that you managed to get those pyrex bottles and nipples - for which many thanks and an extra special kiss for being so nice about what must have been a pretty thankless task for you. But I'm sure Evelyn's gratitude and mine will repay you for your trouble. You already have mine, honey. Evelyn's will be forthcoming, I'm sure.

Happy to learn that you got a chance to rest up over the holidays, Sweet. You have been working yourself too hard there of late, and you know how I deplore that tendency in you.

Your paragraph about your job in this one is so at odds with itself that I get dizzy trying to figure out exactly what you do mean. 

Some day, Baby, I will buy you that watch you covet. I've known about this particular yen of yours for some time now, nor have I forgotten it.

On the 16th you wrote another of those V-mails (double-spaced) that fill up the paper, but little more. Ever hear that parable, honey, that goes "as ye sow, so shall ye reap"? It applies here, ’cause it excites no comment. (hint for future consideration). I don’t know who started this business of double-spacing, but I do know that I cut it out when I realized how distasteful it was to me, and therefore must be to you. It has come to have the significance to me of a tacit confession that you don't have much of any consequence to impart. When I tear open the envelope on a V-mail and see that it's double-spaced, my spirits droop immediately, 'cause I know there isn't much of anything in it. (After six pages I can afford to talk like this.) Anyhow, Ev, sweetheart, I would suggest that you single space even if you have to leave half the page blank. Ketch?

Your V-mail of the 17th is also double-spaced, and aside from learning that Jean may be going overseas; that you had a good night's rest for a change, that you did a little sewing, a little cleaning, etc.; and various other trivia, I gleaned very little more of interest from it. I realize, honey, that your routine isn't exactly exciting most days, and I don't mean to deprecate your activities in any way, but I would appreciate it if you'd cut out that's damn double-spacing. 'Nuff said?

And that, darling, just about answers all your letters.

It is now exactly 10:20 by the CQ's watch (mine has stopped), so if I’m going to get to bed before "lights out" t'd better sign off right here and now. Thanks for listening, Sweet. I know you know I love you above everything in the world, but I just wouldn't feel right if I didn't tell you so tonight, so - let me hold you very close, my darling, so I may kiss first your throat; then your lips; next, your eyelids, and finally, your lips once more. Altogether, they mean I love you". Only you and I know how much! My dearest love to Adele Bara Strongin (excuse the formality) I just wanted to see how the name looks written out. Before I go entirely whacky au revoir, ma cherie. Love to all from

Your Phil 

P.S. Sorry, honey, but this will be too bulky to include the other patterns. I’ll send them tomorrow.

September 26, 1944

Dear Phil, 

No doubt you will be surprised to hear from me, but better late than never. I just took time out today to write letters to all I should have written to a long time ago. However, Evelyn keeps you informed about everything, so there isn't much news for me to write. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the beautiful flowers you sent me on Mother's Day, also, card and phone message. I know that you will believe me, even though I don't write, that you are always in my mind. Phil, dear, you know I am always busy. To be frank with you, my busy moments would be very dull if it wasn't for that precious daughter of yours. I can't begin to explain my love for her. She is exceptionally brilliant and lovable. For instance, when I lie down with her when she takes her afternoon nap, before she falls asleep, she lifts her little head if I am lying beside her and she plants a kiss either on my forehead or hand, and off she goes to Dreamland. The other day I took her in the stroller to Broad St. We passed Ringers Drug Store at 11th and Rockland Streets and he has on display in his windows pictures of sailor and soldier boys from the neighborhood. She makes me stop in front of that window and she says Grandma, Daddy’s picture, Uncle Seymour, Uncle Eddie. She seems to think every picture she sees in uniform is either her Daddy or Uncles. After looking at the pictures awhile, we proceed up to Broad Street. She says “Bye-bye Daddy and throws a kiss. I would have to sit here days and days to write you everything about her. I do hope and pray you will be home soon. 

Phil darling, you don't know how much joy and happiness you brought me when Evelyn informed me you saw Ed. I bet he's in bad shape. I received a letter from the War Department telling me of his condition in general. I suppose Evelyn did write you and tell you my Mother died September 3, 1944, at the Mount Sinai Hospital. Same place where my Dad died. Before she died, I was kept very busy running back and forth to her. Now there is a lot of things to be attended to regarding her estate. To be frank with you, sometimes I feel I am on a merry go round. 

I'll close now as I want to write Ed and Seymour a letter. I wish you a happy New Year. Today is Yom Kippur and I am hoping and praying. You know, I don't have to put it in writing. 

With love from all. May God watch over you, keep you safe, well, and strong, give you faith and courage. 

xxxxxxx (Write). 


Monday, January 24, 2022

Post #465 - September 25, 1944 My Folks had a Letter from the War Dept. Today Advising Them of Eddie’s Condition and You Know How I Dislike Curls—and Ringlets I Simply Detest!


Sept. 25, 1944

Dearest Hubby,

As I told you at the close of yesterday's letter, Mom and I went to the Lindley to see "Two Girls and a Sailor” and I enjoyed it immensely. This picture and the one I saw last weekend in town, "Janie" were two of the most enjoyable I've seen in a long time. "Two Girls and a Sailor" sported a large cast, including Gloria DeHaven, Van Johnson, Harry James, etc., Jimmy Durante, Lena Horne, Jose Iturbi, Gracle Allen and a score of others. On our way home, who should we meet but Tillie and her mother. Tillie is on the "outs" with Etta and I don't blame her. I haven't time, nor room to give details, but I am surprised at Etta. No one did more for her than Til. Jules is in Africa as a storekeeper and is past 38. Til is terribly bitter and I can't say that I blame her. She's not looking as well as I remember her. Mrs. Meadoway looks like a million. After chatting a little, Mom and I headed home, had tea and cake and hit the hay (about 1 A. M.) and I had one picnic getting up this A.M. It is still very cold and my good ole suit is serving its purpose.

My folks had a letter from the War Dept. today advising them of Eddie’s (sorry I had to carry over just the "s") condition. It said that we would not hear from him til he was well enough to write. It also advised that we would hear from the War Dept. at intervals concerning his condition. They gave us a new address, which I would send if I had it at hand. I'll send it along as soon as I get it from the folks.

This was a very good month for us insofar as savings is concerned. With the accumulation in the penny bank, plus a week's salary, I purchased another $25 bond, which means that between us we bought $100 worth of bonds this month, or a saving of $75, plus a $7 cash deposit. I've never been able to save that much in one month, but it is due mostly to the fact that there aren't many gifts to buy during the month of Sept. I intend to do a lot of spending during October, on myself, if possible. I shall, however, buy a $50 bond with my allotment, so that we may reach the $1000 figure. In fact we'll pass it, cause once I buy another $50 bond, plus the bond I'll receive from you for the month of Sept. we'll have exactly $1025 in bonds.

Tonight Adele wore the peach sleepers Ethel brought her and peach is definitely Adele's color. She was all rosy-cheeked after her bath and her complexion looked liked peaches and cream. When I got home from work I called her on the phone and asked her several questions. I asked if she was a good girl all day and got the answer “yes". Did you wet your pants? No o! Then she proceeded to tell me that a "yady" (lady) fell down the "teps" and "hurt her "knee". She doesn't miss a trick, so help me!

I had to do a large wash immediately upon arriving from work. I failed to catch Adele last night and had some sheets, blankets and two pairs of sleepers. In this weather it takes the sleepers almost two days to dry and so I was anxious to get them washed and on the line. I just finished putting Adele in bed and intend to follow her in just a little while, Gosh, but I wish you were following me up! "I'm In the mood for love - " but wasn't I always? Just as I am always and all-ways

Your Eve

25 September 1944 

Darling Eve,

Since returning to camp after my leave, I've been so busy that I've hardly had the time to breathe. I returned about midnight of the 23rd and just haven't had a chance to write ’til now. I am CQ tonight, so don't be surprised if this turns out to be a real “longie.” Not only do I have a lot to tell you, but t have quite a number of your letters to answer. There really isn't much to relate about my stay in Colchester. I spent most of the first day with the Woolfs, and the second day with the Marks’. Bert treated me to lunch on the first day, and I treated him on the second. I ate supper with the Woolfs one day, and with the Marks’ the second. Outside of that, I saw one movie - "Broadway Rhythm" with George Murphy, Ginny Simms, Gloria DeHaven and others. It was a technicolor musical and not half bad. The weather was very nice most of the time. I tried to wheedle Bert into accompanying me to the dog-races al Ipswich, but Saturday is his busy day and he couldn't leave. I didn't care to go alone, so I killed the rest of the day with the Marks’ and their kids. Carol, who will be three in about two weeks, is a cute little tyke, full of the devil. She climbs all over me. Helena, about seven, is a pretty little miss (already she knows it!), who tries to attract your attention by speaking in an unnaturally loud voice. She is, however, most erudite for her tender years. Even you, Sweet, would envy her enunciation. Stanley, about 4 years old, is a husky little rowdy—also full of the devil. Between the three of them, I had very little peace, I can assure you. Mark (which is really his first name, his surname being Scheinberg) is a crackerjack tailor, and I like just to sit and watch him work. I'm playing with the idea of having him make up an outfit for me, civilian I mean. He makes short jackets for officers that are really something to write home about. I was thinking I would like such a jacket with trousers to match in a good-looking material. The cost, I suspect, would be rather high, but it would be an outfit to be proud of, I'll bet. If I knew we were going back to the States after it's “over over here,” I wouldn't hesitate a minute, but the future is so uncertain that I’m reluctant to do anything about it. However, I shall keep it in mind, and if it is practical, I'll order it. I had planned to write while in Colchester, but somehow, the opportunity never presented itself. I did have a nice, restful “break” from the routine of the Orderly Room, through, and that was my purpose in leaving in the first place. Reporting to work in the morning (yesterday), I found myself swamped with things that had come up while I was away. There was also, by way of consolation, a flock of mail from you, honey, and a letter from Jack N. I'm still trying to “get even" with my work, but while I am making some headway in that direction, there is still plenty to be done. Today, beside your V-mail of the 17th Sept, I received a letter and two “midget Bulletins" from Dot, and a rejection slip and a certificate (signed by Sgt. Marion Hargrove) from Yank. The latter was to inform me that they couldn't use my "ETOUSA Interlude" and to keep trying. I'm neither disappointed nor discouraged with the failure of my first effort to "click" I rather thought it wouldn't because you have to be an “Etousian”* to even get the point, let alone understand it. Besides, Fannie Hurst collected a coupla hundred rejection slips before she succeeded in having her first story published, so who am I to be discouraged? When I wrote it, I had no idea about trying to get it published, but some of the fellows seemed to think "Yank" should have a crack at it, so I bowed to their opinion. Anyway, there's no harm in trying, is there? I won't try to pretend, darling, that t wouldn't have liked it much better if they had accepted it. I would have—if only to make you a little proud of me. Someday I will honey, you'll see! That just about covers all the news about me. And now to you and your letters. Just a minute while I sort them out—. Here we are. Before me I have your letters of 7 and 11 Sep. and your V-mails of 14, 15, 16, 17 Sep. There is also Mom's letter, but the reply to that will have to wait—and she better not complain! Your letter of the 7th contained the snaps of you and the cheesecake and Jack. Just a few comments—. You do look thin, Sweet, and not nearly as healthy as I like to see you. What's the matter, honey, are you working too hard, not getting enough sleep, or what? Whatever the cause, I wish you'd correct it. The punkin looks positively adorable, especially in the one of her in the doorway, Seems to me that's about the prettiest little face I have ever seen. But why are you so careless about her panties, honey? She's a big girl now, and for some reason or other, I don't like it when her panties are in evidence. Maybe you think i'm being ridiculously fussy, but there it is—and what are you going to do about it? How did you get her to put her head through the stair railings, or was it spontaneous? Jack looks pounds heavier, and very fit. One more thing, dear. Where in hell did you find that hair-style?! You know how I dislike curls, but you could hardly call those ringlets I see in the pictures curls—and ringlets I simply detest! As we say in military correspondence—please note and correct. Before I leave the subject of snapshots—Dottie, in her letter received today, enclosed a snap of herself with Snuff and Hal. She, too, looks thinner than I remember her. It can't be the rationing, 'cause Snuff looks much heavier. Hal is a handsome boy—no doubt about it. I like the pose. Snuff is literally supporting his family, Dot on his knee and Hal on his shoulders. Wasn't Jack N. at Camp Claiborne for his basic training? I still think Snuff will wind up in Ordnance. I'm still waiting to hear from him, incidentally. My love to Dot—in case I don't get to write to her tonight. And now to your letters.

Your mention of the nice letters you received from Milt and Syd makes me feel doubly guilty that I haven’t written to them. I haven't forgotten it, though, and some day, when I get the chance, I'll certainly avail myself of it. The trouble is, I get so little time for my correspondence, and that's not just an alibi, it's a fact! Are you sure I didn’t mention that I’d written to Mike? I was under the impression I had. If I'm not mistaken, I also owe him a letter—or do I? I'd better start making notes, 'cause I have difficulty remembering whom I owe letters.

Thanks for the financial statement, Sweet. I'm as happy as you are about your new-found sense of security. About hitting that goal you set in cash—I don't know. I'm afraid t'm a little hazy on your current holdings in that department.

Don't put too much stock in what the papers say about demobilization, Chippie. It is really impossible to conjecture intelligently on the subject. There are so many “ifs,” “ands” and “buts.” Just hope for the best and keep punching and stop misspelling "optimistic"!

Too bad Goldie held out that snap of her and Diana. I sure would like to get a peek at my one and only niece. Didn't you say a while back that you took some snaps of the punkin with her table and chair set? If not, why not?

In closing, you reiterate your desire to get back once more to a "normal married life,” and that you wished I were there "draped across the sofa.” I can understand that first part and fully share your sentiments, Baby, but that second part stops me! Do I understand that you've had a change of heart about my napping on the sofa—or is it just a "come on”? Y’know, sweet, looking back, I wonder why I ever wasted our time laying on the sofa. I mean, I can't, for the life of me, understand how I could have been content just to lay alone on the sofa and sleep! I know now how much better I could have utilized that time! What a fool I was! But I’ve learned my lesson, Chippie, and when I next get the opportunity, you may be very sure that I won't fritter my time away napping on the sofa. Hell, no! I'll merely take you gently by the arm and lead you upstairs to our bed and our room—and to hell with what people will think! By the way, Chippie, is that why you used to get sore when I slept on the sofa? Did you have any “ideas” at the time? If you had and never told me, t'll never forgive you, so you better not confess to it! Uh-oh!—that tore it! I can write rationally enough, Baby, until I start remembering how sweet you were in my arms, and then I can think of nothing else. Darling Evvie, I want you so! You know that feeling you describe as “melting away"? Well, that's me all over right now, so, knowing you can appreciate why it is useless for me to write any further tonight, I can only kiss you fondly and longingly, whisper “I adore you, Baby,” in your responsive ear, and reluctantly take my leave. Good-night, my dearest one. My love and kisses for the punkin, bless her, and my love to all.

Your Phil

*Unit Diary January 31, 1944
The activation of the 465th Sub Depot Class I was effected by General Orders No 212, Headquarters VIII Bomber Command, ETOUSA, dated 29 November 1943. This order brought about the breaking up of the 74th Service Squadron which was a well-molded outfit. The activation of the 465th was an overseas transaction and therefore does not have any station history.

The original number of men transferred to the 465th totaled 172 men as shown on paragraph 26, SO #84, HQ 392nd Bomb Gp dated 1 December 1943. These men were all experienced men and gave the 465th a solid foundation on which to operate efficiently.

Paragraph 5, SO #79, HQ 2nd Bomb Division, dated 1 December 1943 designated the officers and paragraph 1, Sub Depot Order No 1, HQ 465th Sub Depot, dated 6 January 1944, assigned the officers to the following duties:

Major James W. Wall, Commanding
Captain Alfred S. Carter, Air Corps Supply Officer
Captain Richard W. Couch, Engineering Officer
1/Lt Donald H. Pollard, Ass't Engineering Officer
2/Lt George L. Griffith, Administrative Officer

First Sergeant Joseph L. Gaffey and Sergeant John F. Kobylars, clerk for Major Wall, joined the outfit per paragraph 5, SO #84, 2nd Bomb Division, dated 6 December 1943. Our new Supply Sergeant, S/Sgt Thomas A. Atkinson, joined the organization 16 December 1943 per paragraph 12, SO #84, HQ 2nd Bomb Division, dated 16 December 1943. S/Sgt Richard L. Pennell, former Supply Sergeant, was transferred to the 517th Service Group Headquarters, per paragraph 12, SO #84, HQ 2nd Bomb Division dated 16 December 1943.

The original 74th Service Squadron was split wide open and changes in personnel were being made during the month of December. The cadre of the 74th Service Squadron was attached to the 465th for administration, quarters and rations and on 5 January 1944, a cadre of 36 enlisted men under command of First Sergeant Emil Perez converged on the Wendling Station early in the morning, boarded the train for AAF Station 455 for VOCU, 2nd Bomb Division. GO #5, HQ VIII Bomber Command, dated 1 January 1944, came in to our office on 8 January 1944 to confirm this movement. In the transfer of Squadron Funds, the 465th received $54.08. The money is in cash and is carried on the books in English currency.

All papers pertaining to the 74th Service Squadron were packed and shipped. The Squadron Property Book was cleared and closed and all allied papers were sent on.

From the original 166 enlisted men, the squadron strength has increased during the month of December and January to 223 assigned and 29 attached bringing the total to 252 enlisted men. The officer strength remains unchanged.

Saturday, January 22, 2022

Post #464 - September 24, 1944 People are More Friendly When They Don’t Have to Live Together


Sept. 24, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I didn't write yesterday, and this is by way of making up for yesterday and today. Gloria is my excuse for not writing this time, so I hope I'm excused.

Yesterday I received your letters of Sept. 16 and 17, the latter being the extremely short one. The former contained the instructions l'or what I thought was a very lovely sweater and the pin for Mom. I shall try to make at least one of the sweaters, but I won't say when. I'm concentrating on things to keep Adele warm, and several sweaters for others. It may take awhile, but I shall certainly try to make one.

As you know, I worked for Mr. B. Sat. morning and Miss Hahn in the afternoon. Oh, before I forget, Mom liked the pin very much and thanks you for it. There are sometimes when Mom makes me very angry and her remark when I gave her the pin had that effect. The remark, "It's about time my son decided his Mother would like to have a pin". It just burned me up, for Mom has more nerve to say things to me thar to ei ther Gloria or Goldie. For instance: Jack sent Gloria a bracelet and earring set and now he sent her a lovely necklace and bracelet made of shells. Mom raved and raved about it (Gloria was wearing it) but she doesn't have the nerve to tell Gloria the same thing. Jack did send her a bracelet, but it never reached here. Sometimes I even hate to show her the little things you send me for fear that she'll come out with a similar remark, I'm sure she doesn't begrudge these things to me, but she certainly has a funny way of remarking that annoys me.

But, let's get on. I got home from Miss Hahn’s rather late and had supper. We presented Glo with her gifts and she was thrilled to pieces. Mom and I each gave her $5 in cash as an anniversary gift and she was really excited by then. Glo brought Diana a nice rattle, and Adele a little red leather shoulder bag that sports the words (in gold) of "Junior WAC". It's just the right size for Adele and Adele is very fond of it already.

We sat and gabbed most of Saturday night and it was rather late when we got to bed. I might add that the past two days have been "fereezing" and if this keeps up much longer we will have to have heat in the house.

This morning the Browns called for Mom (Ben Borkow drove the car) along with Mrs. Borkow, and they went to the cemetery. I had Adele out during the morning. and gave her lunch at my mother's. Adele hasn't been feeling so good these past two days, and I'm afraid she's teething again. This time it's her two-year molars, which I had thought would not bother her for some time. She kept putting her finger to the very back of her mouth to chew on it and was slobbering a little. These things always drag out, so I guess it will take a little while. It isn't bothering her sleep at all. I've got her into the practice of picking her up just before I hit the hay and putting her on the toddy seat, She always makes for me and keeps dry til morning. However, I'm having a helluva time catching her in the morning. She seems to wet just a few minutes before I catch her - every time. She tells me if she is wide awake, but sometimes it happens in her sleep. I usually take her into bed with me when she is changed to warm her up, as the wetness makes her body cold. I usually tickle her and she yells, "top it" (for stop it) and then "more". (Do I hear you saying, "Just like a woman !"? Then she’ll kiss me on my cheek. After that she’ll say "mouse" (meaning that she wants to kiss me on the mouth). That particular phrase always tickles me.

Harry quit his job, cause the boss would not pay him the union wages, preferring to give the job to someone else. Now he wants to go into business - or perhaps talk his father-in-law into going into something with him. Whatever the outcome I shall let you know.

While Adele napped yesterday I fixed her red corduroy outfit, as Glo had some film and wanted to make some snaps. When Adele awoke I dressed her in her new outfit, plus shoulder bag, which matches per fectly, and took about three snaps of her. I appear in one snap with her, there is one of her alone and one of her with Glo. Gloria, by the way, looks better than ever, and seems more attractive than I remember her. She is going to college two nights a week, just for the hell of it and is taking Bio and English. Mom remarked that she is much nicer in every way than she was. It just shows to go you that people are more friendly when they don't have to live together. I will say that Glo has learned a lot and isn't a bit the way she used to be, which, of course, makes me like her more than I ever did.

Ethel, Al and the rest of the family called for Mom in the afternoon so that she could go with them to the cemetery. I had to take care of Stuart. Ethel brought two gifts; one for Diana - a whole knitted set of sweater, leggings, hat and gloves (which saves me the trouble of making something right now) and a pair of peach flannel sleepers for Adele. Gloria wheeled Stuart about in the folding carriage they had brought, while Goldie wheeled Diana and I wheeled Adele in the walker. We sure were a sight! As Glo said, “I got one ready-made".

We walked over to Anne’s and said hello and Anne told me that he hasn't heard from Tony for over two weeks. Naturally, she is very, very worried.

We also stopped at the Reisners and saw Mr. R. and Molly and her hubby. When we came back Ruth took Adele off my hands for a while so that I could give Stuart his bottle and change him. Then Ruth took Adele to my mother's for dinner, enabling me to eat dinner here. Gloria left shortly after and now I'm going to cut this short, as Mom and I are going to the Lindley to see "Two Girls and a Sailor", which they tell me is very good.

That's the end of my weekend, the weekend that marked over two years for your being away the second time. In those two years I've learned to love you all the more, sweetheart mine, and I'm ever so anxious to have you all to myself once more. I love you so much, darling, and it is with this thought that I take my leave.

Your Eve

Thursday, January 20, 2022

Post #463 - September 22, 1944 I Think Milt is in on the Invasion of Hawaii


Sept. 22, 1944

My sweet,

No mail today, but I didn't really expect any, having received two Wednesday. It struck me, upon rereading yesterday's letters from you that once again we were both thinking the same things at the same time. For instance: I had just mailed off the package containing some goodies for you and here you ask me to please send along some candy for you. And then you made mention of my weight, which I had discussed a few days ago. I think I've gained back most of the lost weight, for I have been managing to get a bit more sleep and my appetite is much, much better than it's been for a long time.

My dad took the radio over to another place last night and tonight I called to inquire about the cost of repair. This place will fix the radio for $6.50, which is two dollars less than Jack's friend wanted, so I told him to go ahead with the repairs.

This morning I asked Adele whom she had smacked in the face the day previous and she said, "Toopersteen". Can you beat that! She knows everything, but I do mean everything. I asked her what she did all day while I was working and she replied, "playing". I asked Adele if daddy can sleep with me and her answer, dear, is a very definite "no!" When asked if daddy can sleep with her and mommy she says "yes". I forgot to tell you that all but kicked Shirley out of the bedroom. See what you're up against! She's taking good care of me for you. I can't even sleep with a girl! She's Phil's daughter alright. Either she sleeps with me or no one does.

I made several calls last night. First I called Sylvia (Milt's girlfriend), who tells me that Milt wrote her that he was almost killed, that he is half of his former self (having lost so much weight) and that he is turning grey. I think he is in on the invasion of Hawaii, as he said he would not be able to write for a while and we should have a pretty good idea of why not. Then I called Mike, to wish them a Happy New Year and to learn that the moving pictures didn't come out. I was kind of disappointed, for they would have been beautiful, even though Adele and I didn't look well.

Mom, by the way, can't get anything for the old radio, for it is too old and no dealer wants to buy it. Mom went to the movies with Mrs. Frommer yesterday afternoon to see "Hitler's Gang" and liked it immensely.

Tomorrow I'm going to Miss Hahn's after finishing with Mr. Bellet, as she particularly wanted to have me this weekend. I don't do it often, so I'm making an exception this weekend, due to the fact that I have Wed. off. Gloria is coming late tomorrow afternoon and will be here Sunday night. None of us have given her her birthday gifts which we saved for this weekend and I’m also going to give her $5 in cash as an anniversary gift, having given the same to H. & G. on their anniversary and want to keep things even. Guess it's just about time to sign off with my familiar "I love you, Phil, my darling,” I’m still keeping our date, and so am all ways

Your Eve

Monday, January 17, 2022

Post #462 - September 21, 1944 Each Day is an Eternity for Me


Sept. 21, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I have reason to be very happy this evening. There was quite a bit or mail for yours truly, your two letters of Sept. 12 & 13 for which I hereby give you a big hug and kiss, a nice letter from Snuff, who tells me that he dropped you a few lines, a New Year's card from Fay and a letter to the family from our Jack with two pictures enclosed. Jack looks wonderful and writes an optimistic letter.

You ask about Betty's brother Abe. He was injured several times, (not seriously) and had a touch of arthritis and a similar breakdown as Eddie is having now. He's okay now, but you can see that he is still "far away". The family pay no attention to him and he does as he pleases when he pleases. He was in the hospital and a convalescing home for months before he was shipped back to the States.

Thanks for cautioning me about becoming impatient, but it is very difficult for me to feel otherwise under the circumstances. "Under the circumstances” will have to be left to your judgment, but each day is an eternity for me and I can hardly wait for the day when you will return. Phil, if only you knew how grateful I am that I am away from the house all day long - But I'd rather not talk about it now and I can wait, especially when I have to. It will make our reunion that much sweeter and closer and I like that.

I have an opportunity to go to Virginia with Ruth and the mother of a boy who is stationed with Seymour, so that we can all see the boys. This fellow and Seymour are very chummy, and being that his mother is driving down, she thought she would ask some of my brother's family along. My mom would care for Adele, thereby enabling me to make the trip, but I'm not very anxious to go. I'll let you know if I decide in the affirmative, but in the meantime I'll just drop the whole thing.

I had a very busy day again today, but I didn't mind it as much as yesterday. Mr. Bellet certainly did a whopping business these past two days. Harry is having trouble getting into the union and he got wind of the fact that his boss was intending to can him. He and Goldie have been discussing what he should do all evening and he may throw up the job. I don't care what happens - I'll just tell you, the outcome or the facts, as I always try to do.

The bench collapsed and I think it can be repaired if given a little attention. Mom is rather attached to that bench and hated to see it go. My dad and I dragged it around the block and put it in the cellar until such time as he can fix it or we can obtain a carpenter.

Diana is coming along nicely and is getting lighter of complexion and hair, though she is still much darker than our Adele. Adele, bless her little heart, is a regular little girl these days, although she did something very naughty today. She smacked Mrs. Cooperstein right across the face when Mrs. C. bent to kiss her, and what's more, she told me about it when I came home. She even showed me what she did and I gave her a good bawling out.

Not much room, but I always manage to leave a little space to send along some of the love and adoration that is yours, my sweet, and which is waiting patiently?? for your return. A hug and kiss from

Your Eve

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Post #461 - September 20, 1944 My Plan Had Been to Go to London on Pass, But Due to the Renewed Activities of the Buzz-Bombs, I Think It May be Wise to Wait Yet Awhile


20 September 1944 

Darling Chippie,

Yesterday I got stuck on making out another report (on the order of the Company History), and worked most of the evening writing it up. That is why you received no letter from me for the 19th. Today I typed what I had written, but it is still only half finished. I'll have to finish it tomorrow, ’cause I expect to take off on a 48-hour pass tomorrow evening, and it must be done before I leave. My plan had been to go to London on pass, but due to the renewed activities of the buzz-bombs, I think it may be wise to wait yet awhile. Instead, I'll spend my leave in Colchester visiting the Woolfs, Dees and Marks, and seeing what shows I have missed (there aren't many!). Your mail of 13 Sep. arrived this afternoon, but it was rather short and uninformative. I am still awaiting your letters from the 7th thru the 12th. Today's letter informed me that you know where to get some pyrex bottles and nipples, that the radio is on the blink, and that you mailed off Mom's letter two days ago. Good, too bad, and good, respectively. You close by wishing me a Happy New Year. Thanks, Baby. Let's hope it will be a happy one for all of us. There isn't much in the way of news at this end except that I am now the company clerk. This is in the nature of a promotion, but actually, my status and work remain the same. The main difference is that I now have a man to help me. Haven't had a chance to write to anyone these past few weeks, Sweet, and although it bothers me, there really isn't much I can do about it. Please give my best to Dot, and tell her that I will write as soon as the opportunity presents itself. Still haven't managed to write to Milt and Syd yet, either, but expect I'll get around to it some time next week. Still waiting for Ed's reply to my last letter. Guess Jack N. is waiting for me to write, ’cause I've been expecting to hear from him.

Sorry, honey, but I'm rather at a loss for (you always say "of”) words myself this evening. I'll try to write while I’m on pass, but don't count on it, Chippie. Kiss my baby for me, will you, Mommy? (And you still haven't told me how it feels!) But I love you anyway, darling.—Honest! My love to all.

Your adoring

Saturday, January 15, 2022

Post #460 - September 19, 1944 Adele Sticks Her Nose Up in the Air and Says a Very Definite “No!” and Letters from Ruth Paller and Dot Cohen


Sept. 19, 1944

My dearest,

I started to type Sept. 18, cause I didn't write yesterday and then I changed the date to the19th, which is today.

Sunday afternoon as I walked out of the house to mail your letter, up drove Ethel, Al and family. They came to call for the high-chair, which Ethel needs for Stuart. Stuart is quite a big boy now, being almost six months old. He's a good-looking kid, with big blue eyes. Adele almost started to cry when Al picked up the high chair and put it into the car. She cried out, "Al, down,” meaning, put the chair down. Long after the car had pulled out of sight she looked after it, and kept saying "Al".

I gave Adele dinner at my mother's house and Ruth took over so that I could eat supper here. On my way back from my mother's I felt funny and soon discovered that I was unwell. No wonder I felt so badly all weekend, Goldie had a guest for the weekend - her girlfriend Shirley. (the one you thought. was so chesty in a snap with Harry and Goldie). She isn't half as nice as her picture led me to believe, but nevertheless she is a nice kid and she was my bed partner for two nights, One night we both jabbered until 1:30 A. M. about everything under the sun. She is the gal who was writing to Harry W., but now she is contemplating marriage within a few weeks.

Sunday night we had a delicious dinner and I got Adele to bed early. When I was finished I was pretty tired and relaxed in the easy chair for a short while. Then I decided to knit for a little while. I've finished the back of the pink sweater and have started the fronts. The family sat outside and I soon joined them. Mr. & Mrs. Frommer and daughter and Mrs. Feldman were aiso there and we chatted about this and that. During the evening the bench collapsed, for the leg on one side was completely rotted. My dad has promised to try to fix it for us.

Later that night Shirley and I gabbed away and so the next morning I found it difficult to get up, Adele was insistent that I give her breakfast, so up I got. I’m using her table and one chair in the corner where the high chair stood and it just fits. Adele loves the new arrangement. I put her food on the table and she eats it herself. Sometimes I feed her, according to my wishes. It's been rainy and cloudy all weekend so both Adele and I have had to stay in the house. I knitted a little while Adele played on the porch. She had lunch and we both took a nap. Forgot to mention that I had lunch too, I think I've put most of that lost weight back on. I've been making it a point to eat, even if it means stuffing myself.

I had a few letters yesterday. Yours of the 9th Sept., Eddie's undated letter (he mentioned having pains in his head and back and I wondered if you knew about this), a New Year's greeting from the Benises (I shall send one off to them and their folks) and a card from the Florists Association through which you sent us the flowers. They wanted to know if we received the flowers on Mother's Day, as they were making a survey. Many of the gifts did not reach the recipients on the special day. Your letter was very cute, honey, and were you here I’d simply eat you up - no kiddin'.

Last night I had a good time. I went in town with Goldie and Shirley to see a movie, I wore my tailored suit and dubonnet accessories and my hair looked very nice, thank you. We took the 10th & Somerville bus and changed to the subway. We came out of the subway on the corner of Broad and Chestnut and as we passed the Morris Bldg. I mentioned the fact that it was at this very spot that you and Len met me that morning we took out our marriage license. Every familiar sight as we walked along Chestnut St. to 19th - (Boyd) set me to remembering and I couldn't help mentioning several things. I felt a great longing for you all evening long. The picture, "Janie", for my money, was excellent. It was a light comedy and just the sort of picture I was in the mood for. It made me laugh quite a bit. I think you'd enjoy it immensely, in case you haven't seen it. After the show we walked to 19th & Market and stopped into a drug store, where we had sundaes. It was an extra special large chocolate nut sundae and I was having trouble finishing it. I remarked, "If Phil were here, he'd simply divide it in half and eat both his and half of mine". However, I determined to eat it and did. We took the subway and walked home from Broad St. along Ruscomb St., which recalled memories of our last visit to that drug store on York Road and Ruscomb Sts. (before we went to the Broad theatre) snd the many nights I had come arunnin’ to meet you when you were coming home from Ft. Dix.

Shortly before we left the house, who should call but Myra. She called to wish us all a Happy New Year, and, undoubtedly, to clear her conscience. I didn't get the chance to talk to her, but I called her this morning, as I wanted to tell her about my grandmother's death. Someday I'll tell you quite a bit about what had and has happened between Lil, Myra and myself and you'll have a clearer picture. I’d rather save it for some day, ifn’ you don't mind. I promised to see Myra in the near future and fully intend to.

Today yours very lovingly of Sept. 11th arrived I'm not mad cause you neglected to write on the 10th, “cause you took 40 thousand winks" instead of 40.

You asked in this one whether Adele pronounces the “r" in dear, Well, not exactly. Sometimes she does, and sometimes she doesn't. I forgot to tell you about this. Ruth took her to her girlfriend’s house one afternoon and there was soldier present. She ran to him, calling him daddy. When she got a good look at him she said, "Uh-uh" (meaning no). Honestly, sweet, I'm sure she'll know you.

Emma joined Phil in Georgia for the holidays. Etta came over for a short visit yesterday. She is very, very big and is due the end of October, beginning of November.

Miss Hahn called me several times, wanting to know if I could come to work for her, but I declined. I mean to get more rest, no matter what. I shall try to do some work for her from time to time, cause she is having lots of difficulty getting a steady girl.

Dot called and had the blues. She called Snuff long distance and almost wanted to join him, if he could get a place. She still might. Since I didn't see her this weekend, I am definitely going to see her this coming weekend,

Our new next door neighbors, Mr. & Mrs. Okrock (I'm not sure of the spelling) gave Adele a jumping rope. They are very nice neighbors and are in the fruit business. We walk from one house to the other through the porch as we did with the Feldman's,

The memory that recurred to me most during the entire night was the fact that three years hence you came home to me, with no strings attached (or were there?). Phil, I'm anxiously awaiting a repetition of that very same day and I hope it isn't too far off. I'm getting impatient for a change. It's really only my mood tonight, for I'm very anxious to see you at this very moment.

Mom received a New Year's greeting from Harold Adams, which was in the nature of a surprise to her.

Adele has reached the hitting stage and lifts her hands freely though I caution her frequently. I wish very hard that you were here now, for there are times when I feel my strength to keep up with her will give out, She's fresh, too, sticks her nose up in the air and says a very definite "no"! Ethel thinks her only fault is her features is her nose. Too broad is Ethel's conclusion, but cute at that.

Rae is here for dinner this evening and, as is usual, sends her best regards..

Sarah painted Adele's fingernails with red polish this afternoon and Adele still can't get over it. She's a real woman alright! Yeh man!

Adele and I filled the penny bank to the top with pennies, nickels and quarters and this afternoon Adele helped me get them out. I'm going to change them in for defense stamps and start another bond.

I literally rushed through this letter, honey, So you'll have to forgive any technical errors. I wanted to write a long letter, as I've been writing v-mails all week, so I hope I'm forgiven. You asked me to write of particular memories in connection with sex, in a recent letter. I don't think I shall ever forget the first night you wanted to show me "how". I was dead sick with fright, but I wanted to cause I knew how much I loved you. I was never sorry. On the contrary, I'll use one of Adele's phrases, "Oh Boy !" And do you recall one night when I wore nothing but my coat? And do you recall how we spent Sunday mornings when you came in on pass from Ft. Meade; not once, not twice, but three and more times! And once when we had the radio to accompany us! Oh, Phil, darling, the best days of our lives are slipping by unnoticed. Of course there will be others, but this part of our youth is most important. I regret that more than anything, though more so for you.

I love you, darling husband, and exist only for the day that you will return to me and be home or "home" once more (don't tell me which “home" you would prefer - I'm sure I know) and before I just fly straight to you for want of you, I sign off as usual

Your Eve

September 19, 1944

Dear Phil:

Sorry I didn't write sooner, but I hope you'll understand. I came home from the shore September 9th and I bought Adele a lot of things. I bought her a pair of dubonnet corduroy jodhpurs and a powder blue long-sleeved polo shirt to go with them. Also a white blouse with a square neck with eyelet lace around it. There are four tiny buttons in the front, but it really buttons down the back. I also bought her a reversible doll. You see a little white doll’s face and a real long flowered skirt, and when you pick the skirt up you see a little colored doll with a different flowered skirt on. The idea is real cute and I think it is one of the most original I ever saw. I went back to school last week and I now have five majors, and physical education and hygiene are my only minors. I have biology, bookkeeping, modern history, English and practical math. The teachers I have seemed very nice, and I hope I can say the same about them at the end of the term. While I was down the shore, my brother Sy came down for a few days. We took some studio pictures and snapshots together and they came out very nice. A week after Sy went back to Philly, Shorty came down for a few days, too. In all, I had a swell time down there and I hope I can go again next year. But with the family, of course I was glad to hear you were able to see Eddie and I only wish you could get to see him more often. But as you said in one of your letters, you have no choice in the matter. I had that picture that Eddie sent home made into an 8’ x 10”. I intend to have it colored soon if it's possible. I'll send you a picture of Sy and me as soon as I have more made. At the present moment, Sy has all of the pictures, so I'm going to order more for myself. Sy by the way, called us up Saturday, (September 16th) and he may be home in two weeks on a forty-eight hour pass. He's on the battleship New York somewhere in the States and he expects to remain on this side until December. Eve probably wrote you about everything else, so I guess there's nothing more to write. I’ll close now with love and regards from all. 

Love and Kisses, 

P.S. I bought you a box of salt water taffies but Eve’s enclosing them in one of her packages to you. Let me know when you receive them. 

September 19, 1944 

Dear Phil, 

I don't remember who owes who what, but here I am again. Since Snuff went away, I'm way behind in my correspondence. I know you'll understand. 

I spoke to Evvie today and she promised to meet me in town some night. For my 21st birthday, all the girls are going to a show and a nightclub. We’re just big shots. 

I registered to vote yesterday. It will be my first time. Phil, What are the fellows views on who should be President? I know I'm casting mine for Roosevelt. After all, he has been in since I'm nine years old. 

I saw some very good pictures lately. “Janie,” “Wilson,” “Mr. Sheffington,” and “She Loved a Soldier.” They were all entertaining. I put a call through for Snuff last night and it was really good to hear his voice. If I continue feeling like I do, I'll probably join him. Of course I hope to be able to hold out until he finishes his basic, which will be around the first of the year. 

I have been playing quite a bit of gin rummy lately, and I really enjoy the game. My luck hasn't been too good, but I'm hoping for a change. 

I'm enclosing some pictures of the baby and I hope you like them. Of course I'm prejudiced. But he really is a doll. He still has platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. He has features like girl. He's really quite smart and picks up things rapidly. There isn't much more news now, so I'll close and please write soon. 

As ever,