Post #264 - January 8, 9, 1944 Adele Sure Does Love Paul and I Can Assure You It’s Mutual and I Have Every Hope of Seeing a Great Deal of You in 1944

 

Saturday, January 8, 1944. 

My Dearest, 

Received your V-mails of Dec. 13th and 30th today. Who said V-mail was regular?? I've already answered your questions, so I'll continue—

I went shopping today and bought a few of those “many things” I previously mentioned. I bought a padded seat (cost $0.59) for Adele’s toddy chair. She was quite thrilled with it. It's rose color oilcloth with figures of ducks and little girls on it. At Betty's suggestion, I bought Adele a set of underwear. It consists of a lightweight sleeveless undershirt and pair of snug fitting panties that snap on to the shirt with three snaps in the front and has elastic across the back. It was the only pair of pre-war style in stock, and since I do not care for the “drawstring” panties, I bought the one set (cost $0.85). I have almost a dozen pair of elastic top panties but they have a tendency to slide downward and become sloppy. The “snap-on” idea is neat, nice and comfortable, and perhaps I shall be able to get several pairs with buttons. The set I bought are size 3 and looks something like this (see drawing in letter above). 

I had an awful time keeping my stockings up without a girdle, so I got myself a garter belt (cost $1). It fits nicely, and boy did I need it! I also bought myself a nice peach colored cotton bra—cost $1.

I bought Adele a lovely pair of light blue corduroy overalls that had to be returned as they were too small. None of the stores have the larger sizes—they sell out before the merchandise has an opportunity to be properly arranged and displayed. I dislike Adele in overalls anyway. They aren't feminine and I think she looks like a little tramp. When she wears overalls, she always manages to get dirtier than ever. You ought to see her hands when she gets up from the floor after a good crawl. Adele is very observant. This morning, Mom put on a new apron. Whenever Adele sees anything new or wants something, she yells “wow-wow” and gets all excited. Mom had to let Adele pat it to give it her approval. Adele adores fur—any fur. When she first saw my galoshes, she made such a rumpus that I hardly knew what to do with her. She loves to pat the fur and calls it “wow-wow.” Mom takes her to the window to see the pigeons and says “perda, perda, perda” to sort of imitate the sound of the birds. Don't you think “Miss America” (as we sometimes call her) says it? She shore nuff does! In fact she walks over to the dining room window, hunts for the birds and yells “perda.” She likes to wriggle the key of the cellar door in its lock. She likes to open and shut most anything. 

After darn need breaking my neck to get your letter off in time last night, the darn thing was returned for six cents more postage. No more rushing for me. 

I've finished Ethel’s fascinator, all but the ruffle about the edge. It's very dainty and pretty. 

Oh yes, in addition to my aforementioned shopping, I bought some Kleenex and baby foods. I also did plenty of shopping for Mom on both 11th and Broad Streets (groceries, etc.) 

It was freezing cold today so I wore my fur coat. It's warm as toast. Ruth and Adele accompanied me to Broad Street. Adele goes wild every time she sees a live dog. She's so pleased and wants to pull its tail. She calls mom “bah-ba.” 

Mom received a check for $34 today from the Office of Dependency Benefits that bears Jack’s name and serial number. Remember I told you there was a plan to raise the allotment for all dependents? Well, the entire matter passed on October 26, and it looks as if Mom received her share for the past three months, as the raise is retroactive. We’ll know for sure soon enough. It was raised from $37 for one parent to $50. How they figure Mom’s is beyond me. That means they owe us $18.00 for three months, November, December and January. Grand total $54.00. When I get my big check, I hope to clear off all our debts (about $100) and raise my board to $30. I don't know yet what financial arrangements will be made when Goldie stops working (probably February or March). Mom doesn't know how they'll manage (about $40 per week). What did we—(or how did we) do it??? Phil, it always struck me that you thought I cared more for savings than spending. I hope I've corrected that thought in your mind. Yes, I do like to save, but I love to spend— when we have the means. I like to know that I'm saving something. It sort of eases my conscience, especially now that we have Adele and may someday have other children. 

Do you remember that Teddy bear coat my sister bought? Or didn't you see it? At any rate, you must know what teddy bear fur looks like. What I'm trying to get at is that they have teddy bear coats for kids like Adele in pink fur and blue trimming and vice versa with leggings (plain material and bonnet to match) and don't you think she’d look well in such an outfit? Rather than buy her a snowsuit, (I think snow suits look nicer on boys), I'd rather she have a coat, leggings and bonnet set. What do you say? I imagine they run fairly high. We'll see. 

Incidentally, sweet, there is something I would like very much to have—shall we say, as an anniversary gift?—a pin—one of those imitation gold with zircon colored stones and earrings to match. Something large and showy to go with the fur coat. I'd love to have a wrist watch that runs (the gold one is no good and my mom has given me permission to trade it in). I'd rather wait til after the war though, 'cause that's one item I want to buy with you, baby. I'm taking “time out” to tell you, darling, that I love you oh so much—God what I wouldn't give to know the feel of your arms for just a minute! It's been so long. Gosh, sweet, almost six whole months—half a year—we'll have to get married all over again. That ought to be lots of fun, and we even have a baby to begin with. Who’ll make it two? (let's skip that—huh?—for a few years at least) I’ll want you as much and as often as I can have you, and you'll need time to get well acquainted with Adele. 

Sunday, January 9, 1944

The Wyman (Chases—says Ethel) visited us for an hour this afternoon. They made such a fuss over Adele, but who wouldn't. She was wearing her little blue skirt with the Tyrolean trim, a white blouse, red socks and red bow. She looked good enough to eat. Even Ethel commented that she had lost her baby fat. Paul sat down on the step, whereupon Adele walked over and threw her arms around him. She sure does love Paul and I can assure you it's mutual. He adores her and treats her gently. Adele says “bye-bye” well. Her vocabulary: da-da—momma—bahba—wow-wow— bye-bye, pop, paper, sh, cis (for cissy) 

Whenever I sit at the vanity to makeup, Adele watches me intently. She is fascinated and when I'm all prettied up, she stares and stares at me. I had been promising myself that I would wash my hair all week and finally got around to it today. (Ruth, took Adele out for me). I cut the top of my hair a bit and set it. It looks very nice this evening. Myra called me—but she wanted to know something in connection with her parents allotment. She said that she would surprise me and visit shortly. My, my! Dot called. She is having a large part on Saturday, Jan. 22nd to celebrate Harold's birthday and it was an invite. She also asked me to tell you to send her a request for gum and marshmallows. She finally managed to get some for you. Don't forget. I told her that I thought Jack N. might be in Philly at the time, and since that happens to be his birthday, I did not know for sure if I could make it. In reply to your answer concerning the T4, I hope you will get it in March. It was six months between P.F.C. and T5, so don't let them fail you this time. Don't you think you are entitled to it? I do. Besides, I could use the extra money. I didn't understand the ending of one of your letters, which read as follows: “Your lover as always” (Courtesy Sgt. Trombetti) Copyright pending. Explanation requested— 

I neglected to mention that Ethel, liked the fascinator immensely. I've got a good amount completed on Moms. 

Two years ago two big things happened—your recall and the change at S&D. Remember: A year ago, you were by my side, baby, and I was so happy. Today— But there will come a day—soon, I hope. 

You asked me to take a picture. I will when I have sufficient funds on hand. I'd like to take one with Adele, too, so that you may have a good picture of us together. I've tried many times to get film for snapshots—it's impossible. I'd like to have a picture of Adele standing alone. I wish I had an indoor camera. There are so many candid poses of Adele that would warm your heart. I'm afraid you'll have to do with my descriptions for the time. 

When Adele particularly likes the food she's being fed, she will kick her feet against the chair and sort of rock back and forth. When Ruth brought her in today—she cried. Why?—to be put on the potty, of course. It's slow, but sure. I've spanked her on occasion for going all over the rug and she is afraid to do it on the rug. She used to try to wipe it off with her hands. She plays on the keys of the piano nicely and when I'm upstairs, it seems so funny to hear that music. 

I appreciate your “longies,” sweet, and try my best to reciprocate. It may not be as exciting as your experiences, but it is the news I know you would like to read. From time to time, I'll try to make up longies too. I'm not going to mind putting $0.12 on this letter 'cause it is a big one. 

Today I had a terrific urge for you physically—so I took a nap. Xmas and New Years left some effect on me. I know how to rid myself of those feelings, though I do not wish, as you do, that I could satisfy them. Talk, talk, talk—don't worry, we'll be able to do whatever we choose when this is all over. Every heartbeat of mine is for you, sweet Phil, every second and minute is you coming closer to 

Your Eve 

January 8, 1944

Beloved Evvie, 

I just finished a letter to Jack N. which I am routing through you as you requested a while back. And now I'll get on with the “more” I promised you yesterday. First, about the “four Mrs. Strongins.” A very good snap of all of you, but it was your sweet smile that moved me most. I think you look exceptionally well, sweet, and not one bit “peaked,” as in some of your recent pictures. Mom looks just the same, bless her heart, and Goldie and Gloria leave nothing to be desired. Incidentally, now that the secret is out, I feel safe in commenting on Goldie's pregnancy. I don't know why everyone was so surprised. I know I wasn't. After all, those things are more or less expected of married women, aren't they? What did you expect me to say, Sweet, beyond congratulations to Goldie and Harry and the earnest wish that Adele's cousin will be as “geruten” as she is? As nominal head and veritable “patriarch” of one of the two branches of the Strongin clan, I take an extra satisfaction for the fact that our brood is increasing by leaps and bounds. I almost feel the urge to say to Harry and Goldie “well done my children.” I know the practical disadvantages of another baby in the house are causing you some concerns, Sweet, but I believe by the time the “new one” is born, we will have found a solution. So don't fret yourself over a problem that is only, as yet, incipient.

You drew a very clear picture of Adele's first unassisted steps, and consequently I can't feel that I have been entirely deprived on this momentous occasion. I daresay by the time you read this, mere walking will be a commonplace to Adele and her doting constituents. 

I must confess that the details of our engagement night were but dimly remembered, until you recalled it in your letter of the 23rd. Yes, baby, I certainly do think I got hooked “good.” As a matter of fact, I can't conceive how I possibly could have got hooked better. Sweet of you to remember the details, darling. 

What do you mean you “entertain no hopes of seeing me in 1944?” I don't know what lies beneath your pessimistic outlook, but I assure you only 50% of “us” feels that way. I have every hope of seeing a great deal of you in 1944. Are you still afraid to hope, darling? I must admit my hopes for peace by Xmas were dictated by my desire for an early end to the war and the need to reassure you, but I will be very much surprised if the European phase isn't over in 1944. Even our leaders, such as General Eisenhower, are not averse to committing themselves that far (if we can believe the newspapers). 

Glad you like the sketch by Laz, Chippie, and thanks for the compliment in this connection. Glad, too, that you are through with the dentist—until April. Don't wait for me to “push” you then. 

Honey, I've thought time and again about my former reluctance for dancing and I could kick myself for every time I turned you down, but I have seen the error of my ways, and I'll never neglect you that way again. Forgiven? 

I bet Mom was tickled when she officially became an American. She certainly has a lot to be proud of. Not everyone can lay claim to being both Russian and American with sons in the American Army and nephews in the Russian army. Incidentally, I recently noted that her hometown (Bobriusk) is just beyond the advancing Red Armies, and by the time you receive this will probably be once again in Russian hands. 

Last night, after I finished writing to you, I indulged in a game of “stud” with the guys, who were clamoring for me to get in the game all the while I was writing. They should have saved their breaths, ’cause it cost them exactly ten bucks before the evening was out. Oh well, one must be sociable, dontcha know? 

Today I made out my own furlough together with four others, and I'm waiting for the 11th when I take off. One place on the form reads “Authorized to visit ______.” Lord, how I wished I could plunk Phila. right on that line! 

That'll have to be all for now, Sweetheart. How long is it since I've kissed you? 5-1/2 months? Then it's high time I resumed the practice. A long sweet kiss for you, darling, the same for Adele and my love to all. My best to the neighbors. I love you, my Eve. 

Yours,

Phil

P.S. Tell Ruthie to send the package. 

Post #263 - January 7, 1944 It’s Proof That She Misses You and I Promised You That Our Next Baby Will Be Wanted by You

 

January 7, 1944. 

Precious Sweetheart, 

Today your letters of Dec.17, 18 arrived. Yesterday, I received those of Dec. 22, 25. That's the mails for you. Both letters warmed my heart, Phil dear, and I can now really enjoy the fur coat as long as I know you like it. I see that you took advantage of my “go” signal. $8 for 20 minutes—not bad at all. I'm more than interested in any plan that would set you on a literary career after demobilization. I'm not that interested in Royal Dalton, but when Mrs. Cohen mentioned it, I thought it was most English and I wanted something like that as a remembrance. I can wait till you come “home.” Gee, the very words sound so delicious, baby. You bawled me out for not answering your questions. I think you will find them all answered in my previous letters. Don't forget, sweet, that I don't get your mail by consecutive dates and that sort of throws our correspondence off. 

Last night I was plain written out and mailed off no more than 9 letters. Later I went to the tailor, took out my beige dress coat, my blue and beige sailor wools ($3.70), and stopped over to show Fay your picture. She thought it handsome. Then I came home, went next door and Sarah and Betty showed me how to make a fascinator. (where the devil did I ever get the other spelling). I started Ethel's dusty pink fascinator. I landed in bed about 11. Incidentally, I don't know my weight. I haven't weighed myself for quite some time, but will do so shortly. I feel fairly good. I'm usually too tired to feel anything. Adele hasn't been a good sleeper and I invariably get up several times during the night. Last night, however, she slept straight through and I got plenty of much needed rest. I've been doing all my own wash as my mom doesn't have time. About twice a month, she does my large pieces, such as blankets, sheets and towels. I wash every day so it won't accumulate. 

Adele points to eyes, nose, ears, mouth when asked. She likes to use a powder puff. This afternoon, while drinking her milk (she can drink almost the whole glass without a break when she feels like drinking) she choked a bit and Mom told her to lift her hands over her head to ease it. She did. I like when she walks over to the couch and lays her head on it.

Mickey Wyman is coming over for dinner this evening. Mom ordered three pairs of rubber panties from Freda Harris for Adele's birthday and she (Mickey) is bringing them tonight. Mickey is doing alright these days. She received several raises and gets two bonuses a year, besides getting many passes to the top-flight movies. 

Enclosed is something Mickey gave me that I thought you'd enjoy. Don't look at the answer til you read it. Your panties are very nice and I only hope they wear well. 

Most people object to the sideburns in your picture, mainly Mickey, Sarah, and Betty. I still like them and everything that goes with them. This afternoon I took the picture out of my bag and put it on the mantel. Adele was watching me and when she saw it, she yelled “da-da” and wouldn’t keep still til I gave her the picture. She kissed it, gave it back to me and motioned that I replace it on the mantle. She sure does love you, daddy! It's proof that she misses you. Babies need lots of loving—the more of the better and she could stand some fatherly love. 

I have to sign off to make the last mail, my darling and can only say, in closing, that I adore you, I love you and I miss you so much. G’night honey 

Your Eve. 

January 7, 1944

My Own Darling,

Today was the kind of day I often wished for, but seldom realized. All your “back-mail” came in in one batch together with a clever, intimate seven pager from Jack N. Your letters were so infinitely tender and endearing that I could have and would have kissed the fingers that wrote them. Too, I was really and truly amazed at your vastly increased talent for writing. Your thoughts have been beautiful and tender and altogether gratifying—always, but seldom have they been couched in such interesting prose or perfect grammar. If I seem to attach any undue emphasis to that latter accomplishment, put it down to my inherent instinct for proofreading. All the same, all these factors combined to instill in me a glow of pride for the literary sufficiency of my Chippie. Regardless of the indifference with which most people treat words and phrases, to me, the ability to turn a phrase neatly or to register a thought deftly is an accomplishment to be admired. Frankly, I always thought the quality you exhibited in this last batch of mail was a little beyond you. I was so sure that I knew the extent of your capabilities that your current writings were in the nature of a revelation to me. I could hardly believe my eyes as I read. Darling, keep surprising me that way—I love it—and I love you all the more for it. I think I said in yesterday's v-mail that you are unpredictable—now I can only add “and how!” By now you are probably very curious as to the letters I am commending your for. Well, there are the three typed ones of 13, 16, 19 of Dec. and the two v-mail of the 22nd and 23rd. Whenever I receive a batch such as this, I invariably read them in the order of their dates. Thus, the first one I opened and read was that of the 13th. 

The very first paragraph (apologizing for calling me to task on my “drinking”) was a masterpiece of contrition, and the ineffably sweet manner in which you expressed your penitence filled me with a tenderness that was multiplied many times by the soul-stirring confession contained in the second paragraph (about your change of attitude in regard to more children). By the time I had finished reading the first half of the first page of the first letter, I was in an exalted state that I could never begin to describe. Nor did my exultation diminish as I read through letter after lovely letter. Quite the opposite! There is such a wealth of feeling imprisoned in those words that I shall treasure them forevermore. It would be sheer folly for me to attempt to reciprocate in writing. Hell—it would take three or more pages of this scribble to tell you what one mere sentence of yours inspires in me. Would that I could write with the speed of thought, ’cause I'd like nothing better than to convey to you my feelings in all their boundless depth and infinite scope. But, where you are blessed with the gift for brevity and unadorned presentation of thought and feeling, I am cursed with the unquenchable need for probing with words for the ultimate dregs of a subject. (Note the long drawn-out treatise on a subject that you could have exhausted with a few well-chosen sentences.) A few words that must be said in regards to the above-mentioned two paragraphs: (1) Never, never apologize to me on any score. Most especially, never do so when I am in no position (physically) to demonstrate the extent of my forgiveness. You make me feel a brute for scolding you, and it's almost unfair of you to take advantage of my inability to atone actively for doing so. After all, what price disagreement if sweet redress doesn't follow? (2) Your noble gesture and assuring me that you have dissolved your scruples against future adventures in child-bearing is, by far, the greatest tribute you could ever pay me, and I want you to know that I appreciate the tribute in all its ramifications. If I could love you for nothing else, I would love me for that alone. If you only realized it, in that one paragraph, you implied the full extent of your love for me and insinuated the full measure of your willingness for self-sacrifice in the name of that love. Right now, my adored Chippie, I am filled with a great pride both for myself and for you. I am a success at the most important business in life. I have gained an honor and prestige that many “successful” millionaires would give their all to attain. I am beloved, beyond question of a doubt, by the woman I love. To my mind, this is the prime and the ultimate success. I am proud, sweet wife and humbly grateful. I hope to prove worthy. But, if you noticed, I referred to your admitted “willingness” as a “noble gesture,” and I used the term advisedly, and I am not, at this time, prepared to reconsider the truth of the term. Admittedly, your change of heart was entirely inspired by your desire to be fair to me. I repeat a noble gesture, but since your turn-about didn't and doesn't and possibly, never will reflect your own wishes, it remains “beau geste,” don't you see? And as long as I know that your professions of willingness can be called just that, I will do nothing whatever in the matter. I promised you, it seems yesterday, that our next baby will be wanted by you, and I am more determined today than I was then, to keep that promise. But trust me to realize that “beau geste” in this instance, is more gloriously edifying to my very normal male ego than actual desire for child in you could possibly be. 

It seems that I've unwittingly demonstrated the truth of my statement: that it takes me pages to respond to one of your sentences. Forgive me if I bored you, Darling. More tomorrow (but more general, I promise). 

Your Phil adores you. 

Post #262 - January 6, 1944 Your V-Mail Explained the Delay in Your Mail and It Isn’t Permitted Us to Use Regular Mails

 

The following V-mail was misfiled and consequently was added in 

and updated at a later date:

January 6 1944

Darling Mine,

My desire to have mail from you was more than satisfied this morning. In fact, there was a stack of mail; a v-mail from you of Dec. 25th, v-mail from my brother and Eddie Strongin’s letter from Syd and the hankies, which are lovely. Your “longie” of Dec. 22nd, was delivered to Betty and I didn't get it til later in the day. Your picture, sweet, did queer things to me. It is by far the best you've ever taken, and I shall treasure it. I do wish you had sent one to Mom separately instead of putting her name on this one, as I cannot give it to her for her very own. If you have mailed the other five, forget it. I'll frame this one and we'll all have it, though I would have liked it for my very own. I particularly like the long sideburns (I always did, i you will recall) and your loss of weight is also noticeable. All in all, I think you look fine and better looking than I can remember. When I first glanced at the picture I wanted so to draw you close. Just one year ago today I had you, and now I have your picture. Need I tell you how it hurts! And then you have a furlough coming up, one that could be spent so beautifully, if only you were here. On second thought, I would like an 8 x 10 of that picture if you think it would get through without getting mussed. if not then forget I said anything.

It seems that Eddie S. and Harry W. are not in England, but are in Ireland. Eddie said he had visited Belfast. His address is: P.F.C. E.S. 33326178 290th M.P. Co. C.M.P., A.P.O. 813. C10 P.M. N.Y.

In your picture, you are wearing a pin. What does it stand for? The oblong one. In your letter, you say Simmons bought a cigarette lighter at the dept. store. Can't you get one there? Why do you prefer to have it sent, knowing the condition of the packages when they arrive?

Your V-mail explained the delay in your mail and the fact that you didn't write while you were in London explains the whole thing. I've been writing letters all day. I'm mailing the following letters off tonight—Jack N., Jack S., both Eddies, Ben, Syd, Gloria, Harry W. and you. I finished the back of Adele's peach angora sweater and have started the front. I wouldn't mind seeing three movies in one day, honey. I'll be more than glad to accompany you someday.

Adele wet so much today that she damn needs set me crazy. I changed her about 30 times and am plenty disgusted and tired. That constant changing gets on my nerves. I'm not going to start another sheet; I'm too tired. I'll close now with all my love and adoration.

Your Eve


6 January 1944

Evvie Darling,

Received your V-mail of 16 and 17 Dec. together with a letter from Red, who is still in hospital. He is very discouraged with his slow recovery and with everything in general. Especially the denial of his request to rejoin this company. It’s a rotten break for him, but there isn’t anything anyone can do about it. I’m trying to find out where he is so I might visit him on my coming furlough. He sends his best to you, Sweet.

Glad to hear that Lil finally got in touch with you. Did she say what the trouble was?

You say you are trying to get film to take a few snapshots of yourself in your new finery. Don’t I rate anything better than snapshots? Why don’t you get a real studio picture made? I did as much for you.

You, my darling wife and sweetheart, are the most inconsistent and unpredictable of a sex plentifully endowed with both. Not long ago you expressly forbid me to as much as mention the possibility of another child(ren). And now you glibly discuss the possibility of splitting Adele’s insurance between them. Have you had a change of heart, or is it just that you don’t trust me to keep my promise to you? Whatever the reason, I must say that I was agreeably surprised and no little thrilled when I read of your implied willingness to reconsider your former stand on the matter of more progeny (to use a very stiff word—and I don’t know why I do). (Sir, I’d like to have a furlough at home) (Why, Corporal?) (Well, you see, sir, it’s this way. I just received a letter from my wife, and ---------.)

Last night I saw “The Gang’s All Here” with Alice Fay, James Ellison, Carmen Miranda, Benny Goodman and Band, etc. It is not only a very entertaining picture, it is even more a “beautiful” picture. The photography and the sets are wonderfully colorful and exotic and more pleasing to the eye than anything of the kind I have yet seen.

Just finished a letter to Eddie, and am hoping he answers my previous one before I take off on my furlough.

I don’t put any stamps on V-mail, Sweet. I thought you understood that we send them in as is (unenclosed). However, in answer to your query, I don’t think the price of the stamp engenders much difference in the date of travel, so you might just as well save the three cents a day.

Incidentally, on my forthcoming leave in London, although I expect to write daily of my various comings and goings, I won’t be able to post the accumulation of letters until I get back to camp, since it isn’t permitted us to use the regular mails. So if there is a lapse of a week or so, you’ll understand the reason therefor. This time I mean to see “For Whom the Bell Tolls”—or else—.

Two lines blacked out. (I hate like hell to erase).

All my love to you, my darling, and don’t forget to give my love to my other girls: Adele, the Moms, and Ruthie. My best to all the neighbors. Until tomorrow, then, I am, as ever

Your Phil

Post #261 - January 5, 1944 Adele Looked Like a Doll One Would Go Into a Doll Store to Purchase and I Have Yet to See the Girl I Would Trade You For

 

January 5, 1944 
My Own Phil, 

Didn't write yesterday, but I think you'll excuse me when I explain. I was so busy yesterday and today that I doubt if I had time to breathe. Yesterday, I made seven hems on Adele's dresses. Whew! I'm glad that's done. I also did some shopping on Broad Street with Betty, mainly at the yarn shop. I bought a dusty pink wool to make Ethel a fascinator, a blueish gray wool to make one for mom and a gorgeous peach wool angora for Adele for sweater. It's not a true angora, but is very close to it. It cost $.65 a ball, but being the last five of that particular color, and since she expected no more and wished to sell, she gave it to me at $.50 per. At a cost of $2.50, Adele will have a lovely sweater. I used the $2 given to Adele by the Browns. I'm using the simple stocking stitch with a two knit two pearl waist and cuffs. It will have a square neck. The other sweater, the pink one with the white satin threads through it, fits her perfectly and it's very good looking. Do you remember the three dresses I bought from my cousin Bella this past summer? Well today, Adele wore the blue and white print with the white eyelet pinafore ruffles, collar and pockets and, Baby, she looked like a doll one would go into a doll store to purchase. God, but she's pretty!! I can't believe she is our daughter at times. 

Last night the folks next door asked me to accompany them to the movies. I was rather anxious to see the picture “The Adventures of Tarto” with Robert Donat and Valerie Hobson. It was filmed at the Gainsborough Studios in London and I wonder if, perchance, you could visit there. It was the usual Nazi picture, packed with drama and excitement. 

I haven't had mail for two days and your last letter was dated Dec. 16th. Can't understand the delay. I guess you haven't written as I get your mail regularly. Come on sumpin! I received S & D’s $3.45 and boy I'm really short short this month. Hope I get that $15 soon. 

Jack N. had a fellow buddy from his camp, home on furlough here, call me. Jack is expecting a 15 day furlough and I think he's coming to Philly. I'm going to write to him tonight and get the latest. This fellow told me Jack sees quite a bit of a WAC—did he mention anything of her to you? Lizzie called us recently to see how things were and is quite anxious to see Jack marry well. 

Had a letter from Gloria and her sister Frieda had a miscarriage in her sixth. The baby had been dead in her abdomen for some time and they could not determine the sex. Gloria may be here this weekend, or some weekend this month. 

Adele tried to stand on her head today. The thing I like best is when I tell her to sit down on the step and she does sol immediately. She walks over to the step, bends over, placing both hands on the step, then one knee, then the other, and works like a beaver trying to turn her little behind so she may sit. (You’d like the view.). After a short while, she manages the turn. She kicks her feet and claps her hands, holds her head as if the troubles of the world were upon her brow, throws kisses, and waves. She likes to play the xylophone Jack N. bought her when she was born. You ought to see her point to the doggies in the picture books when I ask her—where's the wow-wows? Same goes when I ask her about a baby. She loves babies and children, especially, Natalie. Natalie takes dancing lessons and practices in here at times. Adele watches her intently without batting an eyelash. The funniest, I think, is when Adele turns all the way around. I think surely she’ll fall and she always fools me. I found a multi-colored rubber ball that is just right for her and she had a grand time bouncing it. I found it in the buffet. I don't honestly know the color of Adele's eyes. They are brown and gray and dark. That lock of hair I sent you was cut (by Betty)—I didn't have the heart from the back at the bottom and is darker than the rest of her hair. It sort of leaves a spot—if you look real close. I'm only sorry we couldn't accompany the curl. 

The weather since Monday has been miserable. Rain, snow, strong winds, cloudy and generally dreary. 

I took a shower after bathing Adele this evening and I'm wearing my red robe and royal blue slippers. It is 8:00 P.M. and Mom is listening to Fleisher (he comes on at 8 now). Harry is sleeping and Goldie is at work. She goes on days January 15th. Harry started on the first. 

I did forget to tell you that Adele is not chubby anymore. She is perfect now and has cute little curves. Or did I tell you? 

Ethel is starting her seventh month. The baby is due the middle of March and is very large. I told her I was going to make something for the baby and she insisted upon paying for the wool. I told her I wouldn't knit a thing unless I paid for it. She has been more than generous and appreciates hand work. I shall be glad to do it for her—at my cost. Al moved their furniture into the front room and Mickey and Rae have the smaller room. 

Darling, if I could only draw you close and whisper in your ear how much I adore you. I'm so hungry for you, the sight and feel of you! Five months today you were here, but I know you will one day be here again. I love you Phil!

Your Eve

P.S. Give my best to Red. 
P.P.S. The only cigarette lighters available are $1. They are cheap and I doubt if they are good. Do you still want one? 

January 5, 1944 

Darling just finished writing you a lengthy air-mail letter but just got a bit of news I thought you'd appreciate. Harry W. and Eddie Strongin are both in England. Eddie wrote to Lena and said he doubted if he could see you, but he might be able to see Harry. I don't have their addresses at the moment, but I'll send them shortly. I think they will contact you. I know Eddie has your address. I'm in the midst of a letter to Jack N. Guess the two letters today make up from my not writing yesterday. Your last letter was written on Dec. 16th and here it is Jan. 5th. Wonder what the hold up is? I'm so impatient for some word from you, sweetheart. What did you do Xmas? New Years? Five months today, baby—Gosh, that's a long time. Don't forget to send Jack birthday wishes—both of them the 12th and the 22nd. I love you sweet. A kiss from 

Your Eve. 

January 5, 1944
This is another V-mail, also dated January 5th, but it goes into January 6 from Evelyn to Philip. 

Dearest Sweetheart, 

Well honey, tonight it's the same old story—still no mail and since it is just a month since you wrote the last letter I received and that's longer than ever before, I feel pretty sure in stating that some change must have occurred. Naturally, the first thing I think of is—you're in France or something equally similar. The Bellets have had mail inclusive up to Dec. 26th and I'm stuck with the good old 9th of Dec. 

January 6, 1944 

As you may have noted, I gave up in disgust last night. Today, at long last, after waiting so long, two short letters, dated Dec. 14th and 15th came through. One was evidently written after one that did not arrive, and it doesn't make much sense. Something about oysters at Evelyn's, etc. The letters between the 6th and 14th are missing and undoubtedly I'll get them sometime this year. Your letter of the 15th only served to disgust me more. I’m sincerely sorry if I threw cold water on your business aspirations, sweet, but certainly you have no right to feel the way you do. Surely you must feel that a business is the best thing to secure all our futures—I felt the same way about my job and that was one of the important reasons why I took it. I'm very flattered, sweet, that my word so much to you (ditto for me) but you'll have to feel more strongly about a business venture than you do now if you have any intentions of making a go of it. I hope my long letter explaining my reasons for not giving the subject too much attention when you most expected it, and I trust you have thought better of it by this time. I'm certainly doing the most I can to that end and you have no right to make me feel so badly about the whole matter. I didn't say I wasn't interested in the proposition, I just thought it could wait until such time as we were financially able, (which is terribly important) to get a good start, until you, Jack, and whoever else is interested could get together. I believe in looking to the future when it concerns financial ability, for money certainly is a handy item at times, but I can't discuss the subject or make plans for there are too many aspects to be considered which are indefinite. I do know that we will go into business eventually— that I want you to rest for several months when you get back and not think of anything—that I want to be strictly on our own without any aid, whatever from anyone. Please put that in your pipe and smoke it for future reference and don’t for one minute forget it. I hereby apologize for any and all “hurts” I may have caused you and hope that when you have a good idea that you stick to it regardless; for then you'll make a success. 

I worked on Diana's sweater the past two nights and completed it this evening, buttons, initials and all. It's a real beauty and I've started on a cap to match. The sweater is the prettiest shades of pink and blue you ever saw. I'll write more tomorrow when I expect to have more time. In the meantime, I'm immensely relieved that some mail has finally come through. I love you, my dearest, every day makes the bond stronger. 

Your Eve

 

January 5, 1944. 

Darling Chippie, 

No mail today. The delivery of mail has been very slow and inconsistent of late. Instead of improving, the service seems to become more undependable daily. I know there is a good reason for it, but all the same, it is discouraging. Last night I played cards again in spite of my intention to go to the movie, but I guess it was all for the best as I made $12.00 for the evening. Tonight, however, I put my foot down when the guys came around looking for a game. I had decided to go to the movies tonight and that's just what I'm going to do. I'm reading over yours of 2 Dec. I notice you take me to task for drinking beer “up to the collar button.” Maybe if I had remembered to mention the fact that it only took three glasses of beer to fill me up, you wouldn't be laboring under the misconception you evidently are. As for the fact that I left the dance on the first truck, I assure you it wasn't at all for the reason you suggest. If, God forbid, I shouldn't see you for two or three years yet, I don't think I would be bothered that way. At any rate, aside from missing you, I don't feel that I'm missing anything. Least of all that dubious commodity common to all women, but only desirable to me in one woman and one woman is you, my own Chippie. Maybe I'm prejudiced, but I have yet to see the girl I would trade you for, and until I do, my pride in you and my love for you will keep me 

Your Phil. 

There is a copy of a letter from the government explaining the use of the V-Mail and how it is to be treated.

Post #260 - January 4, 1944 Seymour Called Us Long-Distance from California and When I Think How Eagerly I Looked for a Furlough in the States!

 

January 4, 1944

My dearest. 

I had just about decided not to write, for I’m bsolutely not in a letter-writing mood this evening. Still no mail and I can't help feeling a bit bewildered with such a long delay. All of the girls have had mail up to an including the 24th of December, while I lagged behind with yours of the 9th. What would you think??? 

Seymour called us long distance from California. He also sent us a large picture of himself and his boyfriend made at Earl Caroll’s Theater Restaurant in Hollywood. He says he's having a swell time while in port—nothing but the best. 

Ethel and Al came over to call for Rae last night, and we all spent the evening chatting about various subjects. I knitted on Diana's sweater the while and have a good portion of the sleeves completed. Then we had tea and cake and it was about 12 when I hit the hay. Since Adele has gotten into the habit of falling asleep at a late hour, she sleeps very late in the morning, sometimes till 8:30, and usually I'm fully clothed and washed by the time she awakes. This morning, she slept till 8:30 so I didn't lose too much sleep. 

I had a very busy day at work today and feel very tired. I hope to get to bed early, if such a thing is possible. I've sort of gotten into the habit of going to bed at 12 each night, and it certainly isn't a good habit to form. 

Harry isn't doing so very well with the gas station, as Al says it's slow all over during the season, but in the warmer weather they do three times as much business. I guess it's the old story—you have to take the good with the bad. 

Adele says the entire alphabet and sings “What a Difference a Day Makes” and even sings “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” Ethel says that most kids at the age of two have a remarkable memory, but they seem to forget it all once they're past three. We'll have to wait and see— 

I'm having a picnic trying to fill this up, and since you have such an aversion to double spaced v-mails, I'm doing my best under the circumstances. All I can think of almost constantly is “Why in tarnation should my mail be held up so terribly long?” Darling, it certainly isn't a good feeling to know that you are a month away from me by the mails. It's bad enough I can't see and talk to you and that my mail is old anyway, but it simply does not come through—well— 

So goodnight for now, sweet, perhaps tomorrow I'll have some good news for both you and me. I love you sweetheart! 

Your Ev

January 4, 1944 

My darling, 

Just received your email of 20th Dec. At last my mail is beginning to catch up to me. A letter from Syd arrived in the same mail. I was astonished to learn that he is now in Italy. Evidently he is pleased with the change. He certainly is getting his full share of traveling anyway, 

I'm pleased with your decision to follow my suggestions in the matter of Xmas presents—after all. Even if you don't get exactly what I specified, I'm happy to know that you will or did get something for everyone I mentioned. Any day now I'll be getting a letter from you concerning the selections you made. 

Last night, after the usual hum-drum day, I passed up the movies to play cards and lost about $2. Tonight there is a good musical playing, and if I don't get into a game again, I'll probably see it. The picture is “The Gangs All Here.” I understand it's a fairly new one. At any rate, if I don't see it tonight, I'll see it tomorrow. We're getting three movies a week now and the only reason I don't go every time the show changes is that the projector is pretty poor, the sound distorted, etc. and the best picture is just about ruined for the audience. 

A week from today I am going to London on furlough, unless I can locate Eddie, in which case I’ll visit him for day or so, depending on circumstances. My furlough amounts to about seven full days, and I expect to find time to do a lot of things I lacked time for on previous two-day passes. When I think how eagerly I looked for a furlough in the states! I keep wishing I could spend this one with you, Sweet, and I'll be missing you all the while. So long for now, Darling. My love to all. 

Lovingly Phil

January 4, 1944 
Tuesday Evening
England 

Hello Phil: 

First of all, I wanted to ask you a question. Who is this James Haser, 2nd Lt. in the company? Isn't Captain Burkett the C.O. anymore? The reason I ask this question is because this Officer, James Haser has signed the letter I've received as an answer to the request made by me for re-assignment to the company. 

Phil, I am very sad, but since I have to face the facts, I might as well tell you, and maybe you already know, I will not be back to the co. I'm sending you the letter I’ve received as an answer. 

Phil, if Captain Burkett is still C.O., I think very little of him for not answering my letter. I think that was the least he could do. I always knew the outfit was chickenshit, but never had an idea it was nearly so poor as that. 

Phil, at present I am quite discouraged, so please excuse this letter. 

Now for the money I owe to you and Mack. George Nicholson owes me £3.00. See if he will pay you this amount. Should he feel that he doesn't want to pay you, please leave me know as soon as possible and I will see if I can't get it for you. I owe you £1.10 shillings and Mack 2 pounds, is this correct? If you remember, I gave you 10 shillings when I was in the hospital at the base, that made a balance of £1.10 shillings. Should this be incorrect, please let me know as to how we stand. I'm not sure either whether I owe Mack two pounds or three, so ask him to be sure. Now Phil, please inform me of this correctly as soon as possible and I will pay you and Mack. 

Phil I was really disappointed when I opened the letter. I felt too sure he had granted my re-assignment, I suppose. 

Well, Phil, I hope I can see you soon again, even if it is over here, but if we are not permitted, I'll see you in Phila. as soon as we're home again, and I sure hope it won't be too long. Well, Phil, tell Evelyn I send regards. Hoping to see you both soon. 

For now I will say so long. 
As Ever a Pal. 
Red

P.S. Tell the fellows I said hello! And good luck to all of you. 

P.S. Jr. Write soon and often. I am always glad to hear from you.

Post #259 - January 3, 1944 So Your “Stronger” Feelings for Me Would Scorch the Paper and That Will Give You About $110 Per Month—or More Than I Ever Could Give You as a Civilian

 

January 3, 1944. 
This letter is misdated as 1943, but that should be 1944. 

Darling Hubby, 

Received your Dec. 11th “free” mail letter yet today. So your “stronger” feelings for me would scorch the paper—hmmm—Ditto! I had Lou mail off the package today. Sorry I didn't know you needed hankies, but I'll be sending another package off in the near future and I'll include them. I'm enclosing a lock of Adele's hair as you requested, baby, and hope that soon you'll see her personally. She's positively darling and she'd be “your” little girl now. She understands everything! I fill up whenever I try to describe her to you. 

I received my check and again it was only $62.00. I'm hoping that $80.00 comes through soon 'cause I find it tough to manage on $62 without working. I gave my mom $15 on the $45.00 I owe her for my coat. I gave mom $20 and $2 extra (my portion of the plumber bill to repair the toilet after Harry dropped a comb in it and stopped it up.) 

I finished Adele's pink sweater and she'll wear it tomorrow. I'm going to make mom one, then something for Ethel's baby and then Goldie’s baby. Goldie started her fifth month on Jan. 10th and is beginning to show. She dropped a lot of weight in the beginning and looks swell despite the tummy. Guess that will keep me busy for awhile. I also want to make Adele another fine sweater (she has outgrown all others except the blue and yellow ones I made her and they are too heavy for the house) and a grey vestee for myself to wear with my suit—if I find time. Think I will? 

Adele knows how to kiss me lips to lips. It tickles her down to her toes just like your kisses used to tickle me.(Sigh) Incidentally, what do you mean by saying the novelty of your being home would wear off soon after you are home. In the time we were together, (passes and furloughs, too) and it is considerable, that feeling never wore off and I never intend to let it. I thought my actions when you were home were sufficient. I love you so much, darling. You'll be hearing that phrase the rest of your life as far as I'm concerned. Better get used to it. 

Ben complains to the high heavens about his life in Australia. If he's talking that way, things must be tough. Harry arrived safely, but they still don't know where he is. When I woke up this morning, there was a blanket of snow over all. As the day wore on it rained and gradually the snow disappeared. The weather today was downright miserable. 

I can't make up my mind about what to send Jack N. for his birthday (Jan. 22nd). If I can’t make up a nice package, I'll send cash. Don't forget to congratulate him! 

Notice the color of the paper—finally managed to get blue, pied stationary, huh! You've got it, mister.

Got a lovely V-mail from our Jack today. He asks for snap of you, saying that he has a snap of everyone but you as you look at present—and, being so fond of his big “brudder,” he thought he was entitled to one. What ever happened to that large picture you promised me? 

Time passes quickly sweet and I'm looking forward to the day when I'll be able to draw you close and tell you of my love for you. If I could only do so at this moment. 

Your Eve

P.S. A toast to the German Navy “Bottoms up!” Don't tell me you've heard that, too? 

January 3, 1944 

Ev, dearest,

I didn't write last night 'cause I got into a card game and hated to quit when my luck was running. So while you are “out” one letter, I'm “in” about $9. Think it was a good deal, Sweet? In the afternoon, after a few mail-less days, except for those I received from Eddie P. and Brother Jack, I finally received two letters from you. But you'll be surprised to learn which ones. They were dated Dec. 2 & 3. Can you imagine? I think I've already received all your mail up to and including Dec. 14, so you can understand why I was disappointed when I noticed the dates. However, I did enjoy reading both letters ’cause one of them contained Adele’s pictures and the other contained a few items that were “new” to me. For the first time, I learned why you decided not to spend that $50 as I had instructed. I think I've said enough heretofore on the subject, and you know my opinion in the matter, so I won't enlarge on it at this time, except to advise you that from now on I will send you the money I promised and no more. That will give you about $110 per month or more than I ever could give you as a civilian. I am not taking this course out of rancor, Baby; it's just a matter of principle. I don't want you to use any money I don't earn legitimately, either for your own keep or Adele’s. If I'm lucky enough to win a few dollars, all well and good, but I don't want you to depend on it for your bread and clothing as you imply in your letter. You say you are “doing without,” so that you might have the things you “want and need so badly.” Frankly, I don't understand that sort of talk. The way I figure, you shouldn't have to “do without” anything unless you're robbing Peter to pay Paul—as I've known you to do on occasion. The thing that bothers me most, though, is the fact that you took it for granted that that money belongs to you after I specifically stated what I wished to buy with it and for whom. If I had earned that money, I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do with it. I look on all such wages as entirely your property. Any money I make gambling, however, is not by any means to be considered earnings or to be used as such. It sets a bad precedent. I think you will see the sense behind all this, Baby, and understand my precautions to see that your past “failing” is not repeated. There is no argument about the second $50 I sent you because I specified that that was “yours”—a gift, if you wish. If you don't understand any or all of the above, Honey, don't hesitate to say so—and I'll be glad to explain further. If you do understand, then this will be my final word in the matter. January’s “allotment” will be consolidated with February's. I'll try to send $30.00 monthly, (I hope for not too many months) which represents the maximum amount I can spare from my regular pay. 

The pictures of the punkin were the best yet. Everyone agrees that she is a “sweet kid,” and it goes without saying that her Dad is prouder than proud. But I'm still curious as to the color of her hair and eyes. Can it be, as the picture suggests, that she is a black-eyed brunette like her mommy? She has grown surprisingly, and at first glance, it was something of a shock. I had to look hard to recognize the Adele that I knew. The “new edition,” though, has lost not one whit of the charm of the baby, I knew, and has acquired femininity—to boot. I’ll admit she looks a great deal like me, and for the life of me, I don't know whether to be glad for her or not. Be that as it may, I want very much to hold and fondle her pudgy little self, and it isn't very comforting to send her my kisses through the mail, but I'm hoping for better days. In the meantime, Honey, lavish a “double dose” of love and care on her to recompense for the lack of fatherly affection. 

It is your misfortune, darling, that my life in the ETO is very unspectacular and therefore utterly useless as far as making letters interesting is concerned, but I rather like the easy-going monotony of the routine, 'cause, as you know, I'm a very unspectacular guy at heart. I hear talk among the boys about how disappointed they are at the lack of “action,” but I think most of it is mere bluster; they don't exactly hanker after the kind of “action” some of our boys are enjoying in Italy, and I get to wondering just what their conception of the word is. I have no illusions on the subject, and while I'd fight as willingly as the rest if called upon, I am, at the same time, grateful for the present “inaction.” The sands are rapidly running out for the enemy, never doubt it, and the coming victory will be cause for the greatest rejoicing the world has ever known. But I can't forget that the martyrs who made the victory and the rejoicing possible will not be there to share it. Neither will their loved ones have cause for rejoicing. I think long and often of the irony and mockery of war, and the more I think about it, the more I hate it. So, Chippie, if I seem unduly depressed when everyone else is demonstratively happy at the “end of the war,” you'll know that I am remembering the “givers of the Peace.” 

I'm hoping, Sweetheart, that tomorrow will bring more recent word of you and Adele and the folks. God bless you all and keep you safe. My everlasting love to my own “Chippies.” Give Mom my love and ask her why she doesn't write to 

Your adoring 
Phil

P.S. Has Mom's allotment been increased? 

P.S. Jr. (as Red used to say) I'm not returning the proofs just yet—and if Wolpe doesn't like it, he can lump it. 

P.P.S. I, too, like the serious pose best, but I still think Clare Pruett can do better. 

January 3, 1944. 

Hello Phil, 

T’is now my turn to offer apologies for being so darn lax in writing to you. I have no excuse in the offering. Received a letter from Ev the other day and she gave out with the news of our fighting relatives. Yes, she had told me of Sid Brown’s breakdown. of your visit to Harry Wyman and that he had been shipped to France on limited service, of Eddie's return to the states, of Milt Brown's daring episodes with the Jap rats, but the most shocking news that she had related to me was of Betty's death. I hadn't known of her being ill recently and I'm at a loss as to the cause of her death. Ev didn't go into detail, for she thought that Gloria would and vice versa. I know that when you heard of the Philippines being invaded, you were wondering if I was in on the deal, but as you can see by my return address, I'm still at the same Base. I am doing the same work, but have added responsibilities, for I am Chief Clerk of my section, hence the promotion to Sergeant. Things are pretty much the same with me. Haven't had my furlough yet and don't have the faintest idea as to when I get it. I certainly would like to get down to Australia for a few weeks. Staying in a limited area, with civilization far behind for 16 months is rather a boring way to spend one's time in the army. My furlough papers werea lready in and approved by my Commanding Officer when an order came through, cancelling all leave to the land down under. Oh well, I'm a hell of a lot better off than many G.I.s, so it isn't as big a disappointment to me as one would think. I found out that a furlough to Australia would not affect my rotation, so if the order cancelling leaves there is rescinded, I’ll undoubtedly go. For awhile it looked like the Huns were going to give us a go, but Patton and his army certainly changed the situation. I hope to God that Germany will be crushed in the early months of 1945, otherwise, I can't even see the end of the Japs by forty seven. Phil, I sincerely wish that in this year, you will be able to return to that most wonderful place on earth—home. I wish you all the joy and happiness which you rightly deserve. Please don't seek vengeance on this worthless brother of yours and answer promptly. I once more promise to do the same and this time intend to keep to it. So long, Phil, may God bless you and keep you safe from harm, (namely find bombs). I am still 

Your kid brother
Jack 

January 3, 1944 

My darling, 

I'm really at a loss for words this evening, and furthermore, I'm at a loss as to what to think concerning the hold up of your mail. Here it is the third day of January and your last letter to me was dated the ninth day of December. That's almost four weeks ago, and it is about the worst situation I can remember. I'm way overdue, so sumpin’ better turn up darn soon—or else. 

Harry got his retirement tax from the government in the form of a check for $155. Goldie expects hers almost any day now. That's the one good point about working for the government, months later, you're still getting paid off. 

Rae is here for dinner this evening and I'm going to try to get to a movie with her for I’m way overdue on that too, and just can't seem to get to a movie for any money. Adele simply refuses to go to sleep, and since she becomes too unruly with anyone else, I must stay in, even though my work may be finished. I'm sort of looking forward to my New York trip in the hope that I'll have some time all to my widdle self. 

I spoke to Dot this morning and it may be that she'll rejoin Snuff for another month, alone. Her folks have been talking about it and she's keeping very still, hoping that they will reach a favorable decision on their own. It certainly would be nice if it could be arranged. 

I had an exceptionally busy day at the office and hardly had a minute to breathe. The rush is on—and then some. By the way, I stopped up at the bank before going to work and deposited $40 of my check to our account. I shall continue doing this for the next few months, and then I shall start buying bonds again. Our bank account is up to $250. By the way, I have not received your November bond as yet, and since it is also way overdue, I would suggest that you have it traced, if that is possible. I don't think it would be held off so long unless something happened. There must be a way of checking. Do you have a receipt for your outlay? 

We’ve had freezing cold weather both yesterday and today, though today was not quite as bad as yesterday. The days seem to be getting a wee bit longer, for I noticed when we left the place this evening that it was rather light for after six 

There isn't another solitary thing I can think of to say, and since I haven't done so badly with this sheet, I shall ask your pardon if I take my leave abruptly. I never tire of telling you, my dearest, that I love you ever so dearly and that I miss you keenly. I'm especially anxious to hear from you, sweet, for I certainly need “some spirit lifting” of late. Once the mail comes through, I'll be immensely relieved. 

Goodnight dear, I am 
Your Eve.