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Post #611 - March 21, 1945 Sylvia's Mother was Mom’s Next Door Neighbor 28 Years Ago and Everything Looks and Smells So Appetizing That I Can Hardly Restrain Myself from Sampling It



My sweet:

There were two pieces of mail for me today - your v-mail of 14/Mar and Milt's letter of 13/Mar. You ask one question - what my reaction is when Adele does something cute or smart. Frankly, honey, there isn't much of any reaction. I simply look upon her and wonder how anything like it could come from such a little person, that’s all. She's constantly surprising me with her remarks. The other morning Harry was teasing Diana with a piece of bread, and Adele remarked: "Stop teasing her, Harry,” which made us all laugh. She was so deadly serious when she said it that you couldn't help laughing.

I feel much better today than I've felt for almost a week and I’m going to do my very best to get to bed as early as possible. I was so dead tired when I got to bed last night that I couldn't sleep. All this week I've been getting into work later than usual and so far this week Mr. Bellet hasn't been in. He had a cold and his brother, who is a doctor, suggested that he rest up for a few days. He may stay out the entire week, which is extra special good news for all of his employees. Perhaps he does not realize it, but he's giving our nerves a rest, too. He asked me to stop over to the house this evening so that he could go over the day's work with me and I'm going over there for a little while when I finish this.

Instead of the terrific heat, which had been prevalent for the past few days, we had rain all day and it became much cooler, just as the weatherman predicted. So - it was back to the snowsuit and sleepers for Adele. Only last night I had changed her to seersucker pajamas! What goofy weather!

You've heard me speak of Milt's girlfriend Sylvia several times. Well, mom happened to remember the other evening that Sylvia's mother was her next door neighbor 28 years ago when she (mom) lived on Cantrell Street, shortly after coming to this country. Did I hear you say something about this being a small world? By the way, the Brown’s car burned in a fire that took place at the garage where the car is kept. Luckily the car is insured and the only good thing left is the motor. I don't know what they will do about it. It doesn't pay to have it fixed these days. If I were them I'd get what I could and save it to buy another car after the war. They haven't heard from Syd for almost two weeks, so they presume he's returned overseas. He was stationed somewhere in Virginia last they heard from him.

It's a pleasure to receive mail so regularly from you, sweet, and all I can say is to keep up the good work. Some day I hope to catch up on my movies, just as you seem to be doing now. I believe you've seen at least 50 to my one - no kiddin'. I can't even remember the titles of the pictures you see, as most of them are not familiar to me. Seems like I've sort of lost track of movies, somehow. Good night for now, baby, I'm so hungry for you and I'd like very much to hold you very close and tell you just once more what I’ve been telling you all these years - that I adore you, my dearest one.

Your Eve

21 March 1945

Darling Chippie,

Today, the first day of Spring, was a model of what a real Spring day should be. The sun shone in a cloudless sky, and the fresh breeze was laden with the fragrance of green, growing things. However, I wasn’t free to take a long ride thru the country-side, or play ball, or do any of the things that such a day makes you want to do. I had plenty to do in the Orderly Room, and was kept busy all day. This evening, in the line of relaxation, I had a choice between the movies or the dance (or both, if I wanted to skip writing tonight), so I decided to make the first show, which would leave me time to write. Trouble is, I received no mail today, and after telling you all the latest news in yesterday’s letter, I hardly know what to write about—I haven’t started on the package of food yet. I’m contemplating taking it in with me next time I visit Bert and Evelyn. Everything looks and smells so appetizing that I can hardly restrain myself from sampling it.—Wonder if it would be too much to ask you to send another just like it? Don't bother with the cigarettes—I get all I need, and don’t
go too far out of your way for candy, either, honey. You might “double up” on any of the other items that, possibly, you can procure easily.

Well, honey, what else can I tell you tonight? Any small talk I may be able to dream up would give you an entirely erroneous impression of what I am really thinking and feeling, but since you must know pretty well by now what goes on in my heart and mind, I won't repeat it in the limited space that's left. After all—if I told you that there isn’t, and never could be, any other girl in the world for me, or that I think you the loveliest, sweetest, dearest wife a fellow could have, or that I’m very, very proud to be your husband, it would only be a repetition of what I have said many times in the past,—so I won’t say it! But I do love you, Ev, so much!

Your Phil

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