Post #343 - April 15, 16, 1944 My Grandmother Actually Handed Adele a Five Dollar Bill this Afternoon and Don’t I Wish You Could Send Along One of Ben’s Malteds with You Attached!

 

April 15, 1944

 

Dear Sweetness, 

I have the consent of the C. P. Studios to forward the proofs to you, but they must be returned for I have a $7 deposit and would loose it. Personally, I think the whole batch "stink". You asked for it and here it is! I like the full face of me and the serious one of Adele, if you wonder at my selections. I also like the smiling one, but think her features are too distorted. She threw her head back to laugh and he caught it too soon. I had expected a great deal of Clair Pruett and can't help feeling disappointed. Of course, they are only proofs and will look better when made up, but, nevertheless, I can't help feeling disappointed. I'm glad I can send them along for I wouldn't know what to select and feel better knowing that you can see them. What do you think, sweet? I told you my hair wouldn't look well and it doesn't. If Adele hadn't acted up I would have had ample time to brush it well and give it some extra fluffiness. It was set well and a little more attention would have done the trick. Also, I think there is a noticeable “tired look" about my eyes that tends to make me look much older. He should have fixed my blouse, too. I forgot to mention that Mr. Pruett, himself, made the pictures. That "not serious, not smiling" proof of Adele shows to advantage what à "dead ringer" Adele is of her daddy. You know, Phil, the more I look 'em over the better I like them. Oh hell if only you were here - then I'd know! I'm leaving it all up to you. 

Most people I've shown the proofs either go for the dead serious or the smiling one - according to their particular taste. I like the serious one best of all for she looks more like she does in person. The other two make her look too chubby. Please, Phil, return these proofs immediately for they said they will not make up the pictures til I return the proofs. I can't wait to learn your reactions. 

April 16, 1944 

I was very weary and hit the hay at 9:30 last night, hoping you wouldn't mind if I continued on this today. I just can't seem to force myself or my body as I used to do when Adele was first born. I must rest when I'm tired and I'm sure you understand your ever lovin! spouse's good intentions. 

I've gazed at the proofs many more times today and get to like them more and more after each look. I don’t know what the hell I expected. 

My mind is so full of proofs, pictures, etc. that I can think of nothing else. You will probably get the same impression that I and everyone else got—that Adele looks at least three years old in the pictures. All babies look older on pictures and I don't know why. 

Phil, do you remember saying that pictures failed to capture a certain quality that you saw in me? Well, that's how I feel about Adele's pictures. I think she's much prettier personally. 

I asked whether it was possible to change my order, since I had not ordered from the proofs and I think it can be arranged. As you know I ordered two 8X10's and two 5X7’s, all in color, a large and small of each of us, cost, $17.40. If you have other ideas, let me know. I was thinking of cancelling the 8x10 in color of me, since I do not like my pictures. Someday I'd like to have an 8x10 in color of you, Adele and myself and can't see the sense to ordering so many 8X10’s of Adele and myself now. I did think I would frame the two larger pictures in a double frame, but we'd have too many pictures standing about the house and I don't like that at all. Don't I sound mixed up? Gosh, I sure do hope you get it.

 

I'm writing this during Adele's nap and will finish this evening. We've had nothing but rain for the past two days and it's beginning to clear. I think I'm going to take Adele out this afternoon even if the sun doesn't come out. She sleeps better when she has an airing. She slept til 7:30 this morning, after an unusually restful night. 

I brought her down in her sleepers and gave her breakfast, which consisted of a glass of orange juice, an egg and a glass of milk. I also break a slice of American cheese into little pieces and sprinkle them across the tray of the hichair. Adele picks up each piece carefully and jams it into her mouth. She loves "chiz". I had breakfast while Adele played with the covers of several jars. I had pressed most of the day 

and let the ironing board stand til this morning so that I could press some of Adele's things that I had washed last night. After having my breakfast I proceeded to press. Then Adele and I went next door to visit the Harnicks, who had beckoned from the kitchen window. We stayed a few minutes, back home through the porch window and upstairs to get dressed. Adele is wearing white blouse, peach angora sweater and royal blue overalls. Adele goes downstairs into the playpen while "momma" dresses, cleans the bedroom, etc. It is now time for Adele's lunch. After lunch Adele makes a "sis", helps me undress her and off to dreamland. Momma then has lunch and here she is right now. 

It is now evening and I have just finish getting Adele into bed for the night. Pardon the double spacing, dear, but in the interim I found time to caught up somewhat on my lagging correspondence, by writing to Gloria, Syd and Jack N. and I used double spacing on Syd's letter and forgot to change the regulator. 

Phil, I know you won't believe this, but my grandmother actually handed Adele a five dollar bill this afternoon. It didn't clear up til 4 o’clock and I had Adele out for an hour, at which time I stopped at my mother's and the above mentioned miracle took place. I can't get over it. She is supposed to move next week and keeps postponing it. She knows darn well that she'll never be treated as well as she was treated here. She'll undoubtedly move before the month is out and while I thought I would return to work immediately after, I feel it best to give my mother an opportunity to get the house more orderly. So you see, sweet, my returning to work is still a thing of the future, one that I shall take advantage of when the time is ripe. 

Tante Bosh was telling me that an airline company is proposing weekend trips from Philly to England at a cost of $50. Where she heard this and whether it is true remains to be seen and I couldn't help wondering what you thought of it. Would you agree to my taking such a trip? I think I know you answer and I heartily disagree. I would make such a trip if it were at all possible. I think it would kill me to pass up such an opportunity. (Food for thought, isn't it, sweet?) Personally, I think it's a lot of poppycock. 

I'd like to write on, baby, but it is almost nine and since. I want these proofs to reach you in record time I've simply got to get this letter posted. What do you think of your wife and daughter, sweet? Most everyone mentioned that I look very Italian. Italian, Jewish, whatever I may be, wherever I am or may be I love you very dearly and will always be your devoted 

Chippie

15 April 1944

Dearest Eve,

Tonight I am starting this with the intention of making it a “running letter” (to take a page out of your book). The reason I'm doing this is that there is a show on the base at 8:30 and I want to catch it. I have about a half-hour to spare in which I will tell you what little there is to tell of today.

To begin with, I received no fresh mail, so I still have only your letters of 21,25-26, 29 March to answer. This morning was rather dull as I had very little to do. We gave the Orderly Room, a good scrubbing, but an hour later, you’d never know we had put a mop to it. Guys kept tracking in mud. Tomorrow we'll have to do it all over again. After lunch I flopped on my bunk to relax till 1:00 o'clock. Next thing I knew, I looked at my watch and it said 4:30. I had relaxed right through the afternoon. Luckily, Sgt. Murphy didn't need me for anything, else he would have come looking for me.

After supper, Red and I strolled over to the Aero Club to see what was cooking for tonight. We found out about the show tonight. While we were at it, we had some chocolate cake and coffee. Red isn't going to the show 'cause he has a flock of letters to answer. We just had our showers; I divided a Milky Way with him. He's settling down to write—and I'm about to quit for the time being. Tomorrow, in addition to reporting on the show, I hope to answer those three letters. Until then, my Sweet, I leave you with a hug and a kiss. The same for the punkin.

16 April/44

Hello again darling; you're looking lovely this evening. Whaddya mean “how do I know?”—don’t you always?

The show was put on by some British entertainers, which is the same as saying it was pretty corny. As the performance progressed, the guys started to dribble out the exit. By the time it was half over, half the audience had vanished. It was pretty poor, but it is against my principles to walk out on people who, after all, went to a great deal of trouble and expense to try to give us an evening's entertainment. And they did try. No one can deny that the fault lies in our widely diversant ideas of entertainment, but they couldn't help that, either. So, although the show is poor by our standards, I stuck it out with a handful of men that remained to the bitter end. I would have felt myself an ungrateful and ill-mannered dog if I hadn’t. It was almost 11 o'clock when I got back to the hut, and by the time I had undressed (in the dark) and rolled between the blankets, it was time to keep our date. I was thinking I would like to change the locale to my easy chair—I'm much more comfortable there—and you can sit on my lap as you used to do—okay, Chippie? Of course, I'll continue to keep our tryst on the bench until I know you are aware of the “switch.”

This morning, sho’ nuff, we went to work on the floor again. This time we kept a close watch to prevent a recurrence of yesterday's fiasco. After lunch I had some paperwork to do and it took most of the afternoon. It is now 5:30—and I’m looking my eyes out for the mail. I'm not hungry this evening (I think the chicken we had for lunch ruined my appetite), so I'm passing up supper.

And now to answering those letters of yours!

Yours of the 21st was a “shorty,” and aside from the paragraph about Seymour's present (for which you may convey my thanks also), and that item about Ben expecting to see our Jack “real soon,” there is really nothing that requires comment. Not so your “longie” of 25-26 March, however—that'll take a lot of answering.

First, thanks a million for the “Oh Henry's,” the chocolates, etc. I'll be looking for them most eagerly. Thank Ruthie for getting them—I know it isn't easy these days. Hint: I sure would like to have those Peanut Chews, Chippie. I'll try to remember to tack a request onto the tail of this letter. On second thought, I won't take a chance. I'll put it at the head—right now.

Glad you enjoyed “Thousands Cheer,” Sweet. I knew it was the type of picture you could really enjoy. My regards to Fay (and don't I wish you could send along one of Ben’s Malted’s “with (you) attached”)! It was good of you to think of me at the time, Baby—that's something, anyhow. That Orange, Cherry-pecan ice cream sure does sound “out of this world.” Tell Ben to save some for me.

That blouse Gloria gifted you with sounds like the sort of thing I love to see you in. Bet it’s just the thing to compliment your gray suit—isn't it? Gloria is certainly full of surprises.

At last, the details on Stuart (I like that spelling better) Chase. Seems to me, I “guessed” a boy for Ethel, didn't I? I'll get off a congratulatory letter at first opportunity.

I'm waiting to see those “snaps” that Ruth and Sy took of you and Adele. Do I get em?

Your purchase of a bottle of Brilliantine came as a coincidence. Red got himself a big bottle of it and uses it like a ******. I've been giving him “the works” on account of it. Red is like Yale in that respect, if’n you know what I mean. He drives me nuts with his fastidiousness. Sometimes, when I'm waiting on him to go to a movie or sump’n, he’ll primp and fuss in front of the mirror for a half-hour. Funny how a guy as masculine as he is can still have a typically feminine trait like that!

Too bad about Herby Miller. I think he would have much preferred the Army to that terrific accident, had he had the choice. My regards to him and Lena.

Your next paragraph has me in a “dither.” It's about you're going to work for your Dad's boss. I’ll grant you, Sweet, it's an ideal set-up as far as jobs go, and I hate to throw cold water on your ambitions, but the fundamental reasons for my refusing to sanction it when you first mentioned it, still hold true, and I therefore can’t see my way clear to changing my mind. Sorry, Baby, but as I pointed out in my last discourse on the subject, the difference of a few hundred dollars won't make any material difference in our aspiration's to those “duplex apartments”—and you have so much to lose by attempting to gain, what, after all, is peanuts compared to the issues at stake. I sincerely hope I've convinced you of the inadvisability of what you are intending, Sweet, 'cause I would certainly hate to see you persist in your notion.

The mystery of Hal Chase’s appearance on the same bill with Jane Withers is cleared up, but I still don't understand why you couldn't see him. Was it because there was no one to stay with Adele, or didn't you just feel like going, or were you too busy with something else?

Your paragraph on Adele gives me a new conception of her. I'm intrigued by your assertion that she gets jealous if you don't pay strict attention to her. What I would very much like to know is just how does she evidence that jealousy?—And you were so set against “spoiling” her. Already we have a vain woman on our hands— but then, if she weren't vain, she wouldn't be a female, would she? I'm not surprised that she is as she is. I'm just curious to know how she shows her femininity.

I don’t doubt that Natalie's new bedroom suite is as lovely as you say. I like to think that there will come a day when we will do as much for Adele Bara, bless her little head.

God grant your prayer that I'll be with you by your next birthday—fulfillment, my darling. My prayer is far more ambitious. My dearest love to you and the punkin. My love to all.

Devotedly,

Your Phil

P.S. Tomorrow: Ans. yours of 24th March.

P.S. Pplease send the candy.  

Post #342 - April 12–14, 1944 Mayer Taylor was a Hero and His Picture Appeared in the Newspapers Along with the Story of His Heroism

 

The next page is missing from my archive, sadly.

April 12, 1944 

 

Dear Hubby, 

Imagine, after receiving six letters in two days, my surprise when this morning I found your letter of April 8 under the door. In answer to several of your queries: I don't think the pinafore is worth all the trouble to make saddle-stitching as you suggest; I’ve told you repeatedly that I am not having a fur hat made, that I am using the fur-trimmed hat that Gloria gave me (that is about the tenth time you’ve asked and I hope this will answer your constant inquiries about it); Mayer Taylor is a bombardier and has been in many missions over Germany. On a recent trip over Frankfort the gas mask of the gunner went out of commission (I don't think it was a gas mask, but something to help him breathe in the high altitude). Mayer immediately doffed his and placed it on the gunner, thereby saving his life, at risk of his own. The pilot noted what transpired, broke formation and hit for a lower altitude to give Mayer a break and they all made it safely back to their base. Naturally, Mayer was a hero and his picture appeared in the newspapers, along with the story or his heroism. 

That covers your letter of April 6, sweet, and I must add that "you sounded in a "devilish" mood when you wrote it. Whaddya mean you don't care how you spend my money? Don't you mean "our" money? I bought Adele an ice-cream cone the other day and she positively refused to eat it. It was strawberry, by the way, for chocolate is not always obtainable. Nevertheless she only goes for ice-cream when she's in the mood for it. I guess she doesn't take after her mother or father in that respect, huh? 

A letter from my brother set a now record yesterday. He wrote the letter (air-mail) on April 8, and my mother received it on April 11. Just three days, honey, and that really is sumpin', all the may from England. It must have caught a fast traveling plane at exactly the right moment. The best I've ever had from you was five days old. I have all your mail up to und including April 6 and that is sumpin’, too! I only hope it continues to arrive so speedily and regularly. 

In case my letter of yesterday is late in arriving, I hasten to inform you that Adele and I had our pictures made at Clair Pruett's yesterday. If the pictures turn out well it will be worth the large amount of the bill. If not, you'd better not ask me to take any more pictures for a long while, cause this deal left me flat broke and then some. I'm truly sorry I cannot send the proofs along, but I shall do my best in connection with them. My letter will explain further about the whole thing. 

I brought Adele in at five, baby, and though I was busy undressing her and about to give her dinner, I was 3000 miles away in the arms or my beloved hubby. I love you so much, Phil! (Sigh - - -, but then I always did always will and am always (all-ways) 

Your Eve

P.S. Didn't realise I had more space and shall use it to advantage, if’n you don't mind. I * LOVE * YOU * DARLING!

April 14, 1944

Darling Phil, 

I didn't write yesterday and have two good reasons for same. I didn't finish with Adele (bathing, cleaning up afterwards) til very late, having started at 8 P. M. and thought I’d rest a bit before starting on my letter to you, sweet. Then we had a surprising and most unexpected blackout, which lasted for a half hour. During this time I became sleepy and went straight to bed. 

This morning there was no mail, but this afternoon!!—three letters from you, sweet, those of 6, 8 and 9 April. I can't tell you how surprised I was! Here I am all caught up on my mail, and not expecting any for at least a few days, when I am so pleasantly rewarded, by not one, but three letters, and lengthy ones at that. 

Before I comment on your letters I have an enclosure I want to speak about. This snap was made a few weeks ago. Don't judge me by current appearances, as I had only had four hours sleep when it was made and I was fairly exhausted. However, who am I to pass up an opportunity to have à snap made to forward to you? I think Ruth looks a bit like Ruth Hussey, don't you? Doesn't she look grown-up? She’s almost as tall as I am, being five foot four. Adele looks fair and Seymour looks fairly good. 

In the letter of the 6th you take the trouble to explain your apparent coolness toward Adele. I know your nature well and while I can understand it to some degree I never liked it. After all, she is your daughter, and a lovely one at that, and wants loving from both her mom and pop. I wouldn't want you to "fuss" over her, but I'd surely like to see you pay more attention to her than you did when you were home. I always felt that you were leaving too much of it to me and this feeling is largely responsible for my dubious reactions about having another. You may not realize it, sweet, but there are many such things which do or don't influence a mother in that respect. You definitely are not the "father" type, but then maybe it's better your way. I have yet to see it to definitely make up my mind.

Your letter of 8 April deals with the trip to Norwich (which reminds me, we had a letter from Harry W. and he said he visited Nottingham, which, I note, after careful scrutiny of a map of England, is not too far from Norwich). However, he may be far from Nottingham and I don't know exactly how far you are from Norwich, though I gather it's not far. I see you are quite a long distance from London. Your letter was altogether interesting and absorbing in regard to the Norwich trip, but I particularly disliked your feeding on fish ’n chips. I've asked you time again to please not eat fried, fatty foods and you persist. Not that I care that much about what you eat, but since I know the effect these foods have on you I'd certainly appreciate it if you'd so easy on them. You say the food at camp is good and I can't see why you pass up so many meals. 

Your letter of the 9th informed me that you had written to Mr. Silver, to which I reply, "good!” I'm sorry your luck is so bad at cards and I'm sure it wouldn't be if you had an ample reserve on hand. You seem to be luckier that way. Money goes to money you know, or am I just being superstitious? 

I'm glad you are so well pleased with the flattering comments I received when dressed to go to Dot’s. This is more the exception than the rule, for I rarely have time to "dress" up. I'm either too tired or too busy and not in the mood to be dressed up. When I dress up I want to get out of the house or else I get blue. I stick to my housecoats and flatties. 

Mr. Frommer is able to walk again and is coming home from the hospital on Sunday. Mrs. Frommer has been having trouble with the right side of her face directly under the eye. It swelled up a bit and gets red at times and the doctors are having a picnic figuring out what it is. Mr. Frommer’s recent set-back only aggravated her condition. Everything will be hunky-dory on Sunday. 

I don't think Snuff will have to leave on April 20th. Dot doesn't know herself anymore. It seems they are trying desperately to get him deferred once more. Dot buys wool at a large place on Arch Street for much less than I pay for it around here. She did me the favor of buying me enough wool for three sweaters, two for Adele and one for Stuart, plus a pair of knitting needles for $5.03. I haven't had the opportunity to go out to her place to pick up the wool, but hope to do so early next week. I'm going to make Adele a pink sweater and a white one. Stuart’s will be powder blue. Adele's wool is fine, Stuart's, heavy. I'll go into detail about them as I knit, so that I'll have something to tell you each day. 

I forgot to mention that we had a letter from Gloria today and she sent off a box of chocolates, in fact, two boxes of chocolates from what I gather, to none other than you, sweet. She certainly has been generous of late and I shall try to reciprocate in the near future by sending something off to Jack. I shall write to Jack and ask him what he wants. He told Harry and Goldie to send him a pair of military oxfords that he might wear regular shoes instead of Army clodhoppers on his forthcoming furlough. I doubt if he'll get them in time for he neglected to state his size, and they are awaiting it. 

Harry and Goldie were very surprised with our card and $5 present for their anniversary. They went to see "Porgy and Bess" and said it was a swell play. They had dinner out, too. Gosh that year flew! 

I received the receipt for payment of Adele’s insurance.

Adele says and does so many things every day, many new things that slip my mind when I sit down to write, that I know would make interesting reading. For instance; Whenever she's hungry or sees food she says, "num, num, num, num, num" I asked her if she wanted to go to sleep this evening and she shook her head "no" - but definitely. She took a tantrum this afternoon and got a sound licking for it. I wanted to take her in and give her Iunch and she made up her mind she didn't want to go in. Once we got in she practically threw herself all over the place and caught it - but good. She calls Sarah, "Ah-ra". She says "how" for house. She puts her dolly in the little broken-down carriage Ruth gave her, rocks her to sleep, and even feeds her by putting a spoon or cup to the baby's mouth. I once told you that she 

 

Post #341 - April 11, 1944 Adele and I Had Our Pictures Made at Clair Pruett as Per My Promise and My Former Luck with the Cards is Very Conspicuous By Its Absence These Days

April 11, 1944 

My darling, 

Before I hit on the unpleasant aspects of this missive, I shall get off with the good news, namely: I received two letters from you today, those of April 4 and 5, one of which dealed with my returning to work. Adele and I had our pictures made at Clair Pruett as per my promise. The total of my bill (for four pictures, two 8X10 and two 5x7 all in color) will be $17.40. Adele and I posed separately, and they will probably be bust length. We were only entitled to two proofs each, but he made three of Adele. He did this cause I asked for one serious pose of Adele and he thought I might not like it. He made two smiling and one serious. I'm smiling on both. Frankly, I think the price outrageous and had it not been for your constant pleas I should not have had them made. I had originally planned to pose with Adele. Since we could only have two proofs and couple pictures rarely flatter both I thought the single poses the best, I hope this will be to you liking, sweet, and that you will be pleased with my selections, for I cannot forward the proofs. Adele wore the little blue dress Sarah gave her as a birthday gift and I wore my suit and the white blouse Ruth gave me. I walked up and back, using the walker. I wore my new high heels for the first time and Phil, though I walked 18 blocks (back and forth) I felt as if I was wearing bedroom slippers. They are the most comfortable pair of high heeled shoes I have ever possessed and I didn't mind the high heels at all. Hereafter I shall endeavor to buy good shoes or I don't want any at all. I didn't like the way my hair looked (it never looks right when I want it to) and Adele kept me from giving myself further attention. She was quite troublesome at the studio and I sweated plenty before I got her to let me comb her hair, quiet her down, etc. The proofs will be ready on the 15th, so keep your her fingers crossed. 

Phil, I don't think I have to tell you how much I love you or how much it means to me to adhere to your wishes. However, I will not be swayed against my intention to return to work. I've also thought about it for a long, long time and after much thought and discussion and talk I do not feel that I am injuring anyone’s health or well-being, let alone my own. I'll grant you that your arguments against are stiff, yet, I am looking at it in the same way we looked at the arguments for and against my going to Columbus with you. It, too, is not a necessity (Thank God) but one that will satisfy my desire for accomplishment. As for my health, I shall then be able to afford those vitamin pills in quantity and give myself every attention I need to make a nice appearance. There is no need for me to repeat the arguments for it, you know them full well. Where did you get the idea that I got sick working the first time back in ’41? I didn't get sick working, I got sick worrying about you and our finances. I’m not the type to get sick working, that is not in working too strenuously. A job sitting in an office all day will afford me a much needed rest and will free me of all financial worries and give us a future such as we have hoped and planned for. I say free me, cause I have had to bear the brunt of finances more so than you. I know too well the expenses entailed in having and raising a child and they are extremely high. A good income at this time would solve many problems of today, tomorrow and the future. As for the house, we could get a girl part-time, perhaps one day a week would be more than sufficient, and when Goldie gets on her feet after having the baby she too can chip in. I would only work five days a week and that would give me Saturday to do whatever I choosed to do in the house and Sunday for relaxation. 

Phil, you say you are taking a selfish attitude by asking me to remain in the house for your "peace of mind". Would you stay in camp indefinitely for my peace of mind? No! You, too, seek relief from the consistency of routine and the monotony. Not that Adele is in any way monotonous, but being with her so constantly without an entire day off is just as trying as your Army routine. We both know we wouldn't mind it if we were together, regardless of any routine, but I, just as you, do need a break once in a while. I don't think you are selfish about the being home, that's only a natural instinct where loved ones are concerned. Sweet, there are times when I heartily wish that you would remember that I am still a young girl that can stale from frequent sacrifice. I can't help feeling old at times, A job will give me a new outlook for a time and help my morale, which has an inclination to teeter of late. I'm thinking about myself a great deal of late and mean to give myself some thought and attention, as you may have noted.

 

I won't have to dodge automobiles, etc. for I told you that the boss drives my dad to and from work. I could accompany them in the morning, but I doubt if I'd wait for them in the evening. I'm not going to work of necessity and therefore, can be independent. If I wish to take a day off or even a week I'm sure I could arrange 

it. I intend to explain the whole situation to the boss and get him to see things my way. Perhaps I can even work less days a week if the salary is sufficient. I'm sure he'll understand my predicament and give me a break. 

Please, baby, don't be mad at me for disagreeing with you. Phil, do you think I'd be so foolish as to disregard my health after suffering so hard and so long? Do you think my mother would suggest caring for Adele if it were not my health that interested her most?

Do you think so little of me as to think I would't do right by all if I did return to work? My mother has no desire to go against your wishes, as you well know. She thought the break would do me good. She is not influencing me nor has she ever influenced me. In fact she didn't care to offer her services up to now knowing full well that she would be working harder than I. We both think the change will do Adele lots of good also. Adele has reached the point where she simply refuses all food and I literally stand on my head to get her to take enough to keep her properly nourished. However, she'll eat anything my mother or Sarah will feed her. Kids go through screwy stages and this is one of them. She wants everything she can't have to eat. Furthermore, she does not require the exacting care of a few months ago. After all, honey, I don't expect to work for more than a few months for I'm hoping you'll be home next year this time. Phil, things must be right and good for us when you do or else I'll be heartbroken. If we must be separated then why not use that time to our advantage so that we may enjoy life more fully once you return? 

Both Moms are with me and why shouldn't they be? After all, if we benefit they will too. My grandmother hasn't moved yet, but expects to shortly. I thought she would move earlier, but she hasn't been well and put it off again. Please, dearest, respect my views in the matter and rest assured that I respect yours and shall abide by them to the best of my ability. 

Adele does something new - you ask her a question and she nods either "no" or "yes" in reply. Sometimes she says "yes" or "no". She knows how to hug and gives a great big one. You know how you say "uh" when you squeeze someone real hard, well, she says that at the same time. She likes to drink from her glass alone and tries to chase me away. However, she does spill it all over herself at times and I must watch at close range. Her sleeping habits have improved somewhat and I'd deeply appreciate it if they would improve still further. I'm sure they will once she has cut all her teeth. In the meantime it's murder. I've been staying up too late for the past couple of weeks and now that I am making it my business to get to bed earlier I don't mind her interruptions as much. She's averaging two interruptions per night and that's not so bad. About three of clock the other night she got up in the middle of the crib and yelled "momma" at the top of her lungs, She had to make a "sis". She puts her dolly in that little broken down carriage Ruth gave her and pushes it all over the place. Natalie said Adele can have her doll carriage, which is quite a large one. Adele shakes her hands with the forefingers pointed (like the jitterbugs do) when dancing. She points her finger, shakes her head and says "no, no, no!”

"Our" date at 5 P. M. is always kept, but I'm doing various things at that hour now. I try not to feed Adele til 5:30 hoping that the later feeding will hold her til later the next morning. If I'm out with her I bring her in at 5 P. M. and am busy undressing her. Sometimes I'm busy preparing her dinner. Whatever I'm doing, sweet, you can be sure I'm very close at that time. In fact I've got my arms about you and am kissing you (mentally) if you really want to know what I'm thinking about at that time. I'll close now with all my love (while I'm in your arms) for I know of no better place to call heaven. 

Your 

Eve

11 April 1944

Eve, dearest,

No mail at all today—not even a V-mail! I'm missing quite a few of your March letters, Chippie; hope they come through soon.

Managed to write two more letters today—one to Brother Jack and the other to Eddie. Tomorrow I mean to write to Mom and Ann Furr.

Was busy with the officers’ pay vouchers for the morning. In the afternoon I wrote the two letters.

This evening, after supper, I strolled over to the Red Cross to sit around for a while, read the papers, and listen to the records. A fellow I know, “Oiving” (I call him that ’cause it burns him up), introduced me to a newcomer on the base, a Leo Silverman—of Brooklyn and Atlantic City. We gabbed a while about Brighton and Coney Island—then he had to report for K.P. Oiving asked if I would care to indulge in some checkers. I had finished with the papers, so I agreed. We played about an hour, during which time I managed to win five of the six games. Feeling myself in need of a “soda,” I hiked back to the barracks, and had the “soda,” and looked in at the Day-Room. Two card games were going full blast. One was for the small stakes we play for around here (6d-1s—or 10¢ and 20¢)—the other was 5s (one-buck) limit. When one of the fellows in the cheaper game dropped out, I took his place. After an hour or so of “ups-and-downs,” I called it a day (not mine)—I only won about 90¢. My former luck with the cards is very conspicuous by its absence these days.

That, my Sweet, was how I spent the day—and many many more like it.

Since there's nothing else to say (that I can think of at the moment),—you've “had” it, Chippie. My dearest love to you, today and always, my darling. A great big hug for Adele Bara, and my love to all.

Forever,

Your Phil

Post #340 - April 10, 1944 I’m Anxious for a Glimpse of My Adored in His Present Circumstances and I’m Dying to See Adele, and Spend Long Minutes Trying to Picture Her as She Must Look Now

April 10, 1944

Precious Daddy, 

Ylppee! I hit a sort of jackpot today, receiving four letters from you, I had thought I had all the mail written in March, but I didn't. They were your letters of March 23, 25, 26 and April 3 (to make up for your London letter). In one of them you were terribly disgusted with the mail situation and I don't blame you in the least, sweet. I have been too. However, my mail has been arriving more regularly than yours. I'd hate to think of how I’d feel if I didn't get some mall at regular intervals. So you saw "Madame Curie"? I’m sorry you didn’t care for it ’cause I did. Perhaps I haven't seen enough movies to judge properly. 

I called Anne this morning, after reading your most welcome letters (and that took quite a bit of time), and arranged to go to Broad St. with her. Ruth had promised to mail your packages and didn't get around to it. One of the packages contained a box of peanut chews and a box of choc. almond bars, the other a box or Hershey’s choc. bars. The former was four ounces too heavy and necessitated the removal of three peanut bars to make an even flve pounds. You should understand, then, why one box is three bars short. The girl at the post office was good enough to allow me to unpack and repack it there. Then I went over to the bank and withdrew (without notice) the $53.82 to pay Adele’s ins. and am malling it off today. The balance in our account is $125. God but it feels good not to owe money! 

Phil, do you have access to film and a camera? I'd like very much to have some snaps of you riding a bike, in the office, or such. Most of the gals have such snaps and I should like to have a few, could you manage it. I would try to get you some film if you can borrow a camera. I'm anxious for a glimpse of my adored in his present circumstances, if’n you don't mind, We’re having stormy, windy weather today, and it's not the type to induce me to walk to C. P. I've got my fingers crossed for tomorrow. I'll definitely go one day this week no matter what. I'm terribly sorry about the delay and hope you understand, baby. 

I note in your letter of April 3, to wit: "I am almost broke". Does that mean that you cannot get through the month without borrowing? How come? I’m sure the London trip didn't cost you your entire pay, notwithstanding the bond deduction, 

Today is Sarah's birthday. Petey (whose real name is Max) bought her a I lovely birthday card (something he has never done before) and enclosed a fifty 

dollar bill. It’s the first time I ever saw a fifty dollar bill, though I have seen hundred dollar bills. Lou's real name is David.

Ethel bought a second-hand washing machine as she could not get the diaper service. She is on her feet already and shouldn't be. You know Ethel! 

Glad, too, that you approve still further about single-spaced typed v-mails as they are quite lengthy. I'm in favor of them and I think they reach you in better time than the air-mails.

I'm hungry, so hungry, baby, for you and your love. The evenings are getting longer and longer and I get lonelier and lonelier for you. Gosh, darling, we were together in Columbus last year this time and I was able to hold you so close to your adoring 

Chippie

10 April 1944

Evvie, darling,

Yours of 30 March, (V-mail) just arrived. I notice the V-mail comes through regularly while the Air-Mail seems to be snafued most of the time. Your mention of Stuart Chase is the first intimation I have had that Ethel’s “blessed event” is a thing of the past. I tender my congratulations and await the details. Where in the world did you get the impression that I'm “waiting patiently” for that Claire Pruett picture? The way I've been importuning you for it recently gives the lie to that statement. Really, Chippie, nothing is farther from the truth. I'm “waiting,” yes, but most impatiently I assure you.

Last night was another dull one. There was no show after all. Nor is there one tonight. Seems the projector keeps breaking down. Finished making up the payroll shortly after lunch. Also found time to write a long overdue V-mail to Phil.

You talk about playing “hide and seek” with the punkin. Do you suppose she might be able to seek out her dad? I'm dying to see her, and spend long minutes trying to picture her as she must look now. Now that Spring is here, my longing and hunger for my girls is intensified many-fold. I'm ever conscious of a gnawing emptiness inside me that refuses to be placated. Everything that happens to me is strangely insignificant without meaning and wholly unappreciated.Tthe desire to be with you, my darling, far and away transcends any hope or wish I have ever experienced. Warm sunlight; the wonder of creamy white clouds moving serenely through the turquoise vault that is the sky; the zephyr winds that are so many sighs of content; new-green grasses covering the long-bare earth with a lush carpet—are all segments of a frame that once encompassed a happier picture, and for that reason moves me only to sadness and a tearing regret that the vision of love and ultimate contentment that has vanished has left the setting without a reason for being. (A rather long-winded sentence to impress on your woman's consciousness, Sweet, the very simple, and equally painful fact that I miss you like the very devil—to use a “man's” phrase.)

I remembered yesterday, when it was too late, that I had failed to answer your “anniversary” letter. On reading it over, I find that it wasn't meant to be “answered.” My own “anniversary letter,” I think reflected all my thoughts on the occasion. I am a fool, I know, to admit it, but, believe it or not, I had completely forgotten that first anniversary present of Gladiolas and the moonstone necklace. Frankly, I don't follow your reasoning that leads you to say the army made a sentimentalist out of me. I won't argue the point 'cause I'm not entirely sure you aren't right, but if I am what you say, then I certainly got that way through three years of catering to your own leanings in this direction. As to my falling asleep later that evening, I can only say that if such was the case (and it must have perplexed you greatly that you remember it), it was probably a subterfuge on my part to get you upstairs to bed. (Well, anyhow, you can't prove it wasn’t!) At this point I quote a couple of your well-intentioned (I hope) sentences, after which I'll leave it to your sober reflection as to why I'm insulted. (Did I say your letter “wasn't meant to be answered”—I'm just getting warmed up!)—I quote “I never dreamt (the word is “dreamed,” dear) that you could surprise me so completely, and I loved it. Perhaps it was because I never expected it of you.”—(and why not, pray?)

Don't think for a minute, Baby, that I feel any resentment for any of the above. Your first paragraph told me very well what our marriage has meant to you, and I'm most humbly grateful for your kind words of tribute. I'm merely intrigued by your typically feminine little trick of teasing and flattering in the same breath, and I'm very curious as to the way and in what terms you will impute that I am the veriest doll for “misunderstanding” you. Ah, Evvie, you are so much the woman, and I love you so much for it!

Sorry, Sweet, but I've worked myself up to such a pitch (blame it on the Spring Night), that I find it impossible to think in words that would make sense—I can only feel—and to the exclusion of everything else in the world, I can only feel that I want you. Good night, my darling.

Your Phil

April 10, 1944.

Hello Phil,

Priding myself in the fact that I don’t indulge in hackneyed clichés and corny quotations, I won’t say “Sweets to the Sweet”—and I finally complied with your request for chocolates (neat, eh what?) At any rate, I hied me down to Loft’s today, trusting the pell-mell of Easter candy shoppers had subsided (which it did) and ordered some said chocolates—one box of assorted fruit and one chewy chocolate crap of some sort. Anyway, I do hope they reach you in good order (and service). I left the wrapping and mailing to the tender mercies of Loft’s Service de-luxe. Any hopes I had of using your request again vanished when I beheld the clerk circling your (well and clearly written) request to facilitate Postal matters. Anyway, I have hopes of getting a box of Hershey’s from a girl friend who works in a drugs concern—do kindly request this for future reference (Ev says you have a sweetness for this stuff, right?)

Didn’t think I had much to write when I started, which I haven’t, but it sure takes me a lot of space not to write much, so will have to continue this on another sheet—

To be continued—but you get this in sequence).

Hello again!

Get about one letter a week from Ev and guess you‘re better informed of news on the Strongin home front than I judging from Ev’s aerial letters. Of course, you heard about Ethel’s new addition so won’t go into that.  Was in Philly 2 weeks ago and your wife’s family looked swell. Adelle Bara is a chip off the old block as you well know and is cute in spite of it all (heh, heh!). But you know about all this.

Jack is fine from what I gather and still Control Clerking—Imagine our Jackie a white collar worker in khaki (that was wicked, ’excuse please, just slipped out). He even likes it (so he says). He sent me some snaps which are witness to the fact of his daily swims and general unattire. In one picture, he looks as pleased as punch, wearing only a bath towel and a smile. I found a clipping in the Post War Program for Veteran’s and sent Jack a copy—Re: Aid Consideration in the Plan, Ev says you are thinking of taking advantage of it in regards to Journalism—a swell idea, I think, as you certainly have the literary bend. What do you think of Jack taking the Commercial Art phase of the Program?

Say—where did you learn to write so swell and get so much on one little V-mail form—next time I’ll write a letter and be comfortable (and that’s a threat). Please send a request for chocolates and, by the way, did you ever receive my Xmas package mailed from Krum’s Confectionary? Incongruous, but conserving space.

Love,

Gloria