Post #514 - November 20, 1944 I’m Sure Most of the Waiting is Over and I Did See Quite a Bit of England During the Course of My Travels

 

Nov. 20, 1944

My dearest,

This morning I waited around for the mailman, just so I wouldn't have to wait til evening to read the mail I expected to get. I was deeply disappointed to find that there wasn't even a single letter.

Nov. 21, 1944

No doubt you are wondering what happened between what I wrote above and now. Well, let’s start at the beginning. I wrote to you on the 19th and when I finished I dressed Adele and took her along with me to post your letter. I always lift her up and let her place the letter in the box, for she gets a big kick out of that. As we left the house, up pulled Al's car, with Ethel, Paul, Rae, Stuart and of course, Al. They stayed a short while and then left. I gave Ethel Adele’s old blue snowsuit to use as a spare for Stuart. Stuart stood up in his crib the other day alone. He'll be eight months old on the 26th and is quite a big boy now. It struck me funny as I watched Adele and Paul run after each other, Goldie holding Diana and Al holding Stuart. You sure are going to have to become acquainted with a lot of new people!

When they left Sarah and Petey came over for a few minutes, to say hello to Adele, That kid just adores both of them!

Shortly after Sarah and Petey had come in, Mr & Mrs. Bader arrived, in time for their dinner date with us. Mom and I have promised to definitely visit them this coming weekend and I fully intend to keep my promise. I was sorry I could not spend the evening at home, but I had promised Dot and Snuff that I would be out, and that's where I went,

I got Adele to bed early, but she refused to go to sleep. Therefore, I didn't leave the house til 8:30, which means that I arrived at Dot's at 9:30 - or too late to go anywhere (we had thought of taking in a movie, since Snuff had until 2 in the morning). I wore my grey lumberjack dress, silver earrings (and I was terribly aggravated, cause when I got back home I discovered I had lost one of the earrings and they went so well with my dress - oh well, I'll have to get Mom another pair and get myself a pair), fur coat, brown shoes and bag and white leather gloves. I had a large red flower in my hair and my hair looked almost as well as it did when I went to Lena's last week.

Snuff looks positively grand, having dropped lots of weight. That reminds me, when Eddie called long distance Saturday night, he told Jack to tell me that he had seen you and that you looked swell, having put on weight. I'm glad you look swell, but I dislike the "put on weight" part. I don't have to tell you how much better you look when you have less weight. Wish I could say the same for myself.

Snuff brought home a fellow (that sleeps in the same barracks with him) for the weekend, as the fellow is from Michigan and didn't had anything to do over the weekend. This fellow is protestant and 35 years old. Funny thing about him was that he reminded me of you. I can't say exactly what reminded me of you, except that he was built something like you and his general appearance struck a familiar note. I know I shouldn't tell you this (for fear of your jealous streak) but I'm going to tell you anyway. The four of us went over to the ice-cream parlor (same one we used to go to that used to be Syd's) and had some ice-cream. Dot’s sister in-law and brother-in-law walked in and said to this fellow "My you're looking good"! (thinking that he was you). Can you imagine her embarrassment when she got a good look at him and realized that he was not my husband! He, on the other hand, said, "Maybe I should feel complimented". The whole situation only tended to make me want you that much more and I was kind of relieved when I was on my way home. I also brought my new dress home.

I got home, rather late (Snuff walked me to the el) and I walked home from Broad St. It was about 2:30. when I got to bed and I had a picnic getting up Monday morning to go to work. I waited around for the mail - and you may refer to the first few sentences of this letter when none failed to arrive. I was blue all day and very much in the dumps, I started this before leaving the office. When I got home I took Adele up and lay down with her. Next thing I knew it was 12:30 A.M., and there I was - fully clothed. I had some milk and cookies, undressed, washed some things, washed myself and went back to bed. After a good night's sleep, I was greeted with three be u u u tiful letters, though they were very old, being dated Oct. 27, 29 and 30. It may be the Xmas rush or sumpin' that's holding up the mail so long and I'll be mighty grateful when the rush is over. Now to answer your letters, I'm glad you're interested enough in writing to write that letter to Coronet. I told you before, I don't care if you fail a thousand times - as long as you keep trying. I'm sorry you did’nt send me a copy, but I'm sure it was well-written, as well as intelligent and I shall not be disappointed should you fail to win. I'm glad that you like the latest batch of snaps. Adele uses both her hands for everything, but I'm sure she'll be using the right hand when the time for using that hand only arrives. Yes, Adele is a very large kid for her age. In fact, she's taller than every other kid I know. No, dear, I wasn't hinting about the $18 for the bike for Adele. I wouldn't hint about it - I'd ask you for it - so there now. I was disappointed to hear that you are in debt. You're right - I don't like it. I sometimes wonder how you'd manage if you were on this end - but that's okay - you're forgiven. Then you got to talking about my remark that Adele is "your one and only daughter". Guess you're right - for it's going to be that way for a long, long time. There will have to be some very definite changes, etc., but we won't go into that now. So Evelyn and party kidded the ears off you about my letter! You needn't have any fears about my asking them such questions as "what kind of women you would make dates with, etc." The letter was a simple, nice letter and no doubt, you've seen it by this time. I'm mildly surprised that you agree with me on the matter of the furlough. I didn't want to tell you what to do, because of the fact that you haven't seen Adele for a long time and I wanted the decision to be yours, especially in that connection. I'm sure most of the waiting is over and if I could wait this long, I certainly can wait a little longer for the perfect reunion with you, my sweet. As for me practicing dancing - you needn't worry, honey, I love to dance!

I see I'm just about at the end of my letter, so I'll continue with this tomorrow, My Aunt Gussie has invited me out to her place Thursday evening for dinner, as my cousin Meyer is home on furlough, and I hope I can make it.

Harry is making a fair living at the moment with the station. He loves being his own boss. You ought to hear Adele reply to what's your name? Her reply, clearly, is "Adele Bahra Trongin" and she lives on 8th St. I love you, sweet!

Your Eve

P.S. I'm very anxious to know what you decided in regard to keeping up this house. Many people think I’m a darn fool for keeping it. After examining it very carefully I've decided to give it up, but I shall wait to hear from you.

20 Nov. 1944

Dearest Darling,

I am writing this in the Colchester Red Cross Club, where I am killing the next few hours before catching a truck back to camp. Last night, after I left Bert and Evelyn, about 11:30, I came here to sleep. This morning, after cleaning up, shaving and breakfasting here, I sat around and read the papers. The “big push" seems to be going well, and it made very gratifying reading. About 11 o'clock, I took a walk to the Marks’, and spent a few hours chatting with Mr. Marks. At 1:15, I went over to Bert's shop to pick him up for lunch. He is so devoted to his business, that he rarely takes time out for lunch, but as a concession to me, he did so. Afterwards, he went back to the shop, and I went off to the movies to see "Hairy Ape”. It was a fairly interesting film. Wm. Bendix was perfect in the title role and Susan Hayward was just too sweet-looking to be entirely convincing in her unsympathetic role, and I do think the direction was putrid, but as I said, it was a fairly interesting picture - no more. It might have been very good with more clever handling, though.

After the show, I headed back to the shop, where I "batted the breeze" with Bert until he closed up. I might have gone back with him, but I was afraid I might not be able to get a taxi later to take me to the parking lot to catch the truck, so I thought it a better idea to spend the intervening time here, and get this off to you at the same time.

Well honey, that's that for this furlough. I can't truthfully say I enjoyed every minute of it, but the “high spots,” such as meeting Limey, the time I spent with Bert and Evelyn, the films I saw, etc., more than compensated me for the monotony of hours of riding on trains. Then, too, I did see quite a bit of England during the course of my travels, so all in all, I am very pleased with the way it all turned out. My only regret is that I didn’t get to see Eddie S. this trip.

Believe it or not, sweet, I’m rather eager to get back to camp. Can you guess why? That's it - I can hardly wait to see how many letters have accumulated for me this past week, I fully expect the next one to inform me that Eddie is either home, or on his way. I can hardly wait to see what you have to say about that!

I am most acutely aware, darling, that it is only nine days to the punkin’s second birthday. Before leaving, I instructed Red to have Adele's present ready for me when I got back. He promised to do so, and I don't think he’ll disappoint me, so I'll be sending it along tomorrow.

Please excuse the delay if it's a few days late getting there, honey. As you know, I would have sent it off more than a week ago if Red hadn’t spoiled the first one. In the meantime - tell Adele that daddy's present to her is on the way, and kiss her for me.

My thoughts have been with you almost constantly this past week, sweetheart, and I often found myself wishing that you were by my side. Good-night for now, sweet Chippie—I adore you. My love to all.

Forever, 

Your Phil

Post #513 - November 18, 19, 1944 Eddie Gave My Folks a Pretty Good Idea of What He Went Through and It’s Really a Miracle That He’s Alive and Limey’s Company Were All Wounded in France, and Very Few of Them are in Any Shape for Further Soldiering

 

This is what the house looks like today that corresponds to the address on the stationery above from Philip—20 Barn Hall Avenue, Old Heath, Colchester, England 

November 18,1944

Dearest Phil

I haven't anything to do at the moment (I'm at work) and decided to type a few words to you. I can't think of anything exciting to say, so I'll just gab about this and that - okay.

I don't think I’ve told you that my cousin Bella is getting married sometime in December. Which also reminds me that Miriam Brown is in her ninth month and her baby is due sometime in December. She, by the way, is carrying very nicely, being small and well rounded. She looks grand and feels well, too. I think she's going to have a boy. Don't know why I feel that way, - just a feeling. If it is a boy, she'll name it Richard Allen (which is her choice at the moment, but don't quote me).

Today is Richard Arcaro's second birthday and I intend to get him a little gift. Fay works at the boy's Dept. of Blauner's on Saturdays only (til Xmas ) and promised to get me something at 20% off. She can't get me anything beside that this year, as the rules regarding discount are too strict. Last year, if you will recall, I bought myself slips, panties, bras and bedroom slippers. I would do a repeat this year, if she got me the discount, as I need a supply of all those items, but since she cannot, I shall buy them gradually.

I don't think I told you, either, that Goldie took Diana to a skin specialist and he said the condition was nothing at all - just something that some kids go through. He did say that the mother (Goldie) is extremely nervous and gets aggravated too easily, Goldie spent one morning crying her eyes out, cause the baby's skin was so bad and nothing seemed to help it. Now that the doctor has reassured her she has more or less resigned herself to the fact that you go through a lot before you raise them up.

Nov. 19, 1944

There was no mail for me and I was naturally depressed. Eddie called long distance, but won't say where he is, nor when we can visit him. He doesn't even want us to write to him. He gave my folks a pretty good idea of what he went through and it's really a miracle that he's alive, from what I can gather. I also got the impression that he's "playing" a little for the benefit of the Army and wonder if I'm right. Is that what you meant in your letters?

I got the cutest little cocoa brown and tweed suit for Richy and Anne rather liked it. However, let me start at the beginning. When I left work, I went up to Blauner's and selected the gift. From there I caught the subway home and stopped at the Cameo Shop on Broad St. to buy myself some hose. Once home, I had lunch, did a few little things, picked Adele up at my mother's and headed for the shoemaker's to take out her shoes. We stayed out a while and then I brought her in, and started to prepare her dinner. I got her to bed rather early for a change and then I washed quite a few things and then ironed. When I had finished I was pretty tired, but I went over to Fay's to pick up the little suit and went over to Anne's, I stayed at Anne’s til 11. While there (many of her relatives were just leaving when I got there) she got me interested in a bottle of Avon toilet water called "Attention". Her cousin had brought her three bottles, though she had only ordered one (her cousin sells the stuff) and she just had to take all three. So I took one bottle off her hands. The "stuff" has a nice, clean, sweet smell and only cost me $1.39.

I went right to bed, once arrived at home. Adele woke at 4 A. M, and then again at 6:30, so I didn't have too much sleep. I've been rather busy all day today, but i'm just about finished now. Adele is wheeling her doll carriage to and fro while I endeavor to bang off a letter to you and it is becoming extremely difficult, hence the many errors. Sorry I must dash tike this, sweetheart, but that's how it is with kids.

I'm going out to see Dot & Snuff this evening and will tell you all about it when I see you next. (Guess I slipped, eh?). Must close now, dearest, so am doing so with a big, big hug and kiss and all the love of

Your Eve

19 Nov. 1944 

Dearest Ev,

On this dreary Sunday afternoon I am at the Woolfs, where I arrived about two hours ago. We just finished lunch. Bert had a date with Dave Dee to go riding and they left about a half hour ago. Evelyn is washing the dishes after feeding Nigel and getting him out in the pram. —So, I am left to my own devices, and what better device than to write to you, my Sweet. - But let me begin at the beginning. - When I wrote last, I was in the Gloucester Red Cross club. You know already what I had done up ’til then, so l will go on from there. There was a dance at the club, so I looked on ’til about 10:30, when I went to bed. It was a pretty poor exhibition, as dances go. The G.I.'s were, except for a few exceptions, very poor dancers. The girls, if anything were worse. Most depressing of all, though, was the appearance of the girls. They were a slovenly, drab, and awkward lot, and I thought the G.I.'s must be pretty hard up to even want to dance with them. I got fed up watching and left.

Next morning, I was up early, ate breakfast at the club, and repaired to the R.R. station, where I waited about half an hour for the train to Swindon. Arrived there, I waited around some more for the bus to Shrivenham. That is where I had been told I would find Harry. The town itself is tiny, but the camp is immense. It consists of many brick buildings of various sizes over an area of a few miles. The place was built in 1938 by the British, and was supposed to be their version of our West Point, but the war intervened, and the Americans took it over as a sort of replacement center. I went directly to the personnel headquarters, where, to my great relief, I found that Harry was still there. The Sgt. who was helping me called "C” company, which was the company to which Harry was attached. He was informed that Harry was out to dinner. It was just 12 noon, and I was famished, so I headed for the mess-hall myself. Limey was to be given the message to report to the personnel office when he come back from dinner.

The mess-hall is immense. There must have been between four and five-hundred G.I.'s there, but on opening the door, the very first person I saw was - the Limey! Can you imagine that, honey?! He was sitting sideways to me, but some instinct made him turn his head, and we saw and recognized each other simultaneously, Well, Chippie, you can well imagine how we felt, what we talked about, etc., etc. I know you and the folks want to know how he looks, so I'll give you my impression. He looks just about like I remembered him. His face is a bit drawn, but otherwise he is the same old Limey. Not so backwards, perhaps, and with a new self-confidence, but essentially the same. His injuries are nothing to worry about - a bit of shrapnel in his right shoulder, and a bothersome left ankle, which was fractured and is very slow to heal. So I spent all that day with him, and all the next day, and left only the next morning because he was due to leave shortly. There is much, much more I could tell you, Sweet, about what he told me of his experiences; of the adventures and wounds of his buddies; how brave, and disillusioned; and lonely, and homesick they all are, but that will have to wait for another time. Suffice it to say that I saw and talked with Limey, and saw and learned much of interest. As to where Limey is bound - I really don't know what to think. Despite the fact that they were all paid in francs, I can’t believe that they are going back to France. They were all wounded over there, and very few of them are in shape for further soldiering. They are all re-classified as "Limited Service" now, so it is conceivable that they will be used in various capacities for behind the lines, but even that seems too much to ask of them.

I took my leave of Limey yesterday morning (18th) and caught a hop into Swindon. There, I inquired after trains to Carmethran, where Eddie S. is supposed to be stationed. I found that it meant a seven to eight-hour trip, and because I was most reluctant to undertake another long trip, and my funds were running low to boot, I decided to let it go, for the time being. Accordingly, I booked for London, which was only an hour-and-a-half from Swindon. I killed the rest of the day seeing a coupla pictures in London. They were “San Diego, I love you" with Louise Albritton, Jon Hall and others. It was a nice, refreshing swift-moving comedy. I liked it. The other half of the bill was Gloria Jean in "Reckless Age". This one wasn't too hard to take, either. Then I saw "Rainbow Island" with D. Lamour, Eddie Bracken, and Gil Lamb. This one was very corny, indeed, and wouldn't have been worthwhile at all were it not for the beautiful settings in technicolor.

After supper, at Isow's, where I had potato latkes (of all things), marinated herring and hamburger (Jew style), and the best rye bread I’ve tasted in the ETO, I went to the Hans Crescent Club, where I booked a bunk for the night. It was then 9 o'clock, so I stopped in the ball-room to watch the dancers 'til bed-time. However, I was more tired than I thought cause about an hour later I found myself getting very drowsy - so I picked myself up and went to bed. I slept like a log until 9:00 this morning, when I rose, dressed, and headed for Liverpool St. Station. The train to Colchester was held up all along the line, and finally pulled in a full hour late! I called the Woolfs directly I arrived to see if they were home. Evelyn answered the phone and told me to come on out. It took me a full hour, ’cause the bus was so long coming (I didn't have even two shillings left for a cab!), but I finally got here. Evelyn let me read your letter to her and Bert, Sweet, and I must tell you how proud it made me to read it. They thought it a “lovely" letter. I fully agree. Ev feels badly that she hasn't had the time to write to you, but she will. She thanks you for the bottles and "teats” and the rattle, and is making good use of all items. It may please you to know, darling, that Nigel gets all excited, and laughs aloud when someone shakes the rattle for him. But Bert talked Evelyn out of the candy-bar that was meant for me, and I made out like I was real mad about it. Serves me right for not opening the package before turning it over to them!

Well, honey, I don't have to be back in camp 'til tomorrow night, so I guess I'll loaf around Colchester 'til then. And ’til then, I'll say a very fond good-night. I adore you, my Chippie. A kiss and a hug for my very own punkin. Love to all. Harry sends his love to all.

Always,
Your Phil

Post #512 - November 17, 1944 I Know You Are Anxious to Learn My Reaction to the New Offensive

 

Nov. 17, 1944

My dearest,

I am utterly disgusted with the mail situation. In fact I'm so disgusted that I also skipped writing this evening for fear I would put my true feelings on paper. Since it is rather late and I’ve more or less gotten over my “down in the dumps” feeling, I thought I'd get off my daily letter.

We did have a letter today from "Sgt. Jack Strongin". Yes, he finally got his Sgt. stripe and sounds very happy about the whole thing. I was wondering at this point, whether or not you would ever make Sgt. I know it's a sore spot with you, but after all, honey, I do realize that it's the breaks you get. Jack's job is practically the same as yours, as far as I understand it and if he can get Sgt. why are you so sure that Cpl. is the only rating that goes with your job? Have any ratings been passed out in your outfit during the past few months! You needn't bother answering me, if’n you don't care to.

Still no word from Eddie and we are patiently waiting for some word from him.

Ruth got herself a job at the Lerner shop and starts work, tomorrow, just for the Christmas holidays.

I didn't get the opportunity to mail off the chocolate as yet, but they are packed and just about ready to be mailed.

I worked more hours this past week than I've ever worked before. I put in 40 hours, counting my four hours tomorrow, which will give me a gross pay of $28.00. It's pretty good, don't you think? However, every single dollar of it is spent already, so I'm broke before I even get started. Dot got my new dress out and I must pay her the balance of $3. I'm going out to Dot's on Sunday evening, as Snuff expects to be home this coming weekend. They are going out on Saturday evening, so I felt it would be better if I went out on Sunday, and see him just before he leaves.

I was late this month, being "due" on the 14th. Yesterday evening I felt rotten and got to bed early. Adele let me sleep all night through, for which I was mighty grateful.

I know you are anxious to learn my reaction to the new offensive,* Perhaps it will shorten the war, but it makes me shudder to think of all the lives involved. If only this war would soon be over - -

I never thought I'd fill this sheet, but it just shows to go you what you can do once you set your mind to something. And, of course, you know what's next - right! I adore you, angel and just adore being

Your Eve

*November 11, 1944 (Saturday)

Iwo Jima was bombarded by the U.S. Navy. The last remaining German troops in Greece withdrew from the country. German submarine U-771 was torpedoed and sunk in Andfjord by British submarine Venturer. German submarine U-1200 was depth charged and sunk south of Ireland by British warships.

Post #511 - November 16, 1944 I Made Up My Mind Once and for All to Make the Chocolate Chip Cookies I Once Promised to Make for You

 

Dearest Phil,

Last night, on my way home from work, I made up my mind, once and for all (and since Uncle Sam fixed the oven door) to make the chocolate chip cookies I once promised to make you. The chocolate chips had been in the refrigerator for months and I was anxious to get them made. So - o - o I got right to work as soon as Adele was asleep.

Well, baby, you can expect a tin can of the most delicious chocolate chip cookies you ever did taste and I made them all by my widdle self. It's as easy as falling off a log; or easier. I didn't get to bed till after 11 and that's pretty good, considering. I shall make up the package this evening and send them right off. I sure do hope they reach you in good condition and I shall pack them very carefully. I had about 125 cookies in all, which was more than the recipe called for. The recipe called for 100.

There hasn't been any mail since Monday and I guess there is no need to tell you my feelings in this matter. Every single one I know has had mail of November dating, except me. I'm just hoping you are writing regularly - Do you realize, sweet, that today is the 16th and my last letter from you was dated Oct. 26th? That's more than three weeks, and to my way of thinking that isn't good at all. Let's hope tomorrow's mail will be stacked high for me. Don't let me kid you - I'll be satisfied with one little letter, even though I should like to have a stack.

Phil, I just wish you could hear your daughter rattle bff "Little Bo-Peep" - the whole saying! Of course you'd have to understand her enunciation in some instances, but on the whole, I'm sure you'd understand what she was saying. She can also rattle off "Jack and Jill, went up the hill,” etc.

Clara Wagman called while I was making the cookies last night to inform me that she had received your letter. I thought I had told you that she was Mollie's sister-in-law. In fact, I'm sure I told you something of their relationship. I've asked Clara up for dinner and she promised to be up during the last week of November. I'm almost out of vitamin pills and she's supposed to bring me the bottle of 500.

Adele was very restless again last night and I had little sleep. Strangely, I don't feel nearly as tired now as I did before I used to take the vitamins. By the way, remember those new shoes I bought for Adele? She wore them only one week and they needed new heels. Now they have to be taken into the shoemaker's again for new heels.

We haven't had any further word from Eddie, but I'm fairly sure we'll have some mail within the next few days. I see I've just about hit the bottom, so I'll close now, sweet, with all my love and a great big kiss.

Your Eve

Post #510 - November 15, 1944 Sometimes I Find It Difficult to Believe That We Have a Daughter Two Years Old! and I Was “Propositioned” by a “Piccadilly Commando”

 

Nov. 15. 1944

My sweet,

There was no mail again this morning and I'm very disappointed. I thought sure there'd be a few letters to start the mails coming through more regularly. I'm typing this at the office, just before going home. I brought the form with me, just in case I found the time to write.

My brother Eddie also sent telegrams to my cousin Ruth and a girlfriend of his. We were wondering whether we would have to visit him or whether he would be shipped nearer home. His telegram to the folks gave us no clue as to that, but the other telegrams informed us that we were not to write, as he would see us soon.

There was a girl here today that was interviewed for the job of bookkeeper. Jessie isn't at all interested in bookkeeping and wants to join her husband first opportunity she gets. She was teaching me all the bookkeeping, but it would be impossible for me to do all the work around here and since I'm very familiar with my type of work, it's best that I stick to it especially since I can't work full time.

You know, sweet, it's just two weeks to Adele's second birthday. Sometimes I find it difficult to believe that we have a daughter two years old! That may sound funny to you, since I am with her, but I feel that way anyway. It's funny the way a person's life changes in war time. First I was solely a wife. Now I'm only a wife in name (I trust you won't misunderstand this statement for I'm sure you know what I mean) and a mother and working girl. I'm looking forward to the day when I can be "wife and mother only". Darling, I love you so very much!

Last night I devoted the whole of the evening to my person. I showered, set my hair, arched my eyebrows, gave myself a facial, etc. I gave Adele the “works" too. I also washed our personal clothes, sewed and did a few minor things. It was after ten when I got to bed, hoping that I would have a good night's rest. However, Adele had other ideas, for she was very restless the entire night. In fact, she wet her bed twice, in spite of the fact that I had picked her up out of her sleep before going to bed to prevent it. By the way, Adele hasn't worn a dress for two months now. I keep her in overalls, jersey or blouse. I'm not taking any chances with her health, even when it comes to appearance. I let her wear a dress today, as all her overalls were at my mother's and she looked so different to me. You can really see how she's grown when I put a dress on her. I'm afraid most of the present contents of her dress wardrobe will be useless by spring. You asked in a recent letter if a 7-1/2 D shoe was small, medium or large for a child of her age. Well, it Isn't small. I'm not sure of whether it's medium or large, but I'm fairly sure it's average. Time to close, honey, for I'm short of space. Mind if I tell you once more that I love you so much I could eat you?

Your Eve



15 Nov. 1944

My Darling, 

Well, here I am - as good as my word, but the news I have is far from being what I expected to be writing to you tonight! Since I wrote last, I have traveled about 270 miles, spent about eight hours on various trains, stopped in five different towns and have still to catch up with either Limey or Eddie!! I did manage to get to that replacement center where Limey was, after traveling about 180 miles, but it only took me five minutes, once I got there, to learn that he had been shipped out after only two days there, to a place a hundred miles away. Can you imagine how I felt then, Chippie? Well, I was lucky. to get a ride with a Rad Cross worker (a Miss Wolf) to the nearest town, four miles away. There, at the Red Cross Club, I ate, shaved, cleaned up generally, and caught a train for this place a hundred miles away. But I had to change trains at Gloucester, and because I am very reluctant to arrive there (where Limey is) in the dead of night, I decided it would be a much happier idea to spend the night here in Gloucester and catch an early train out in the morning. Right now I am only two hours away from the elusive Limey, but I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever catch up with him! Incidentally, I think I know where Eddie S. is stationed, and if time and finances allow, I may get to see him, too, although it means another 300-mile round trip. I'm determined to see them both if it is at all possible, even if I am compelled to spend my whole furlough traveling in order to do so.

Last night, I arrived in London about 7:30. It would have been foolish to set out for the 10th Repl. at that time, even if I could have caught a train (which I could not), so I decided to spend the night at the Turkish Bath. First, however, I tried to get information as to Eddie's whereabouts at Rainbow Corner. I was referred to the Field Director, who was able to tell me the name of the town in Wales where Eddie is stationed - I hope! I must not forget to mention that I was propositioned by a "Piccadilly Commando”. I was walking to the Underground Station at Piccadilly when I stopped briefly to light a cigarette. Suddenly, I heard a slightly foreign feminine voice beside me. I didn't quite get the sense of her murmured voice, so instinctively turned the beam of my flashlight on her and said "beg pardon?” I was profoundly shocked when she said "would you like to have a good time tonight? - not because of her words, but because they were so out of place coming from such a one. The ordinary, run-of-the-mill “commando” is a painted, sloppy specimen, usually either very young, or very old (well, very old for that, anyway), but this one was downright beautiful, refined looking, about 30, and very smartly dressed. I don't think I made a very good job of hiding my surprise, ’cause I stammered pretty badly when I muttered “no - I don't think - not tonight - no, sorry" - or words to that effect. I must have sounded to her like an abashed kid. (I must admit I gave a damned good imitation of one.) However, she didn't make any reply, but melted into the darkness from which she had come. I went on to Russell Square and the ever-lovin' Bath. It was pretty early when I got there, so I wallowed in the heat for a couple hours, and still managed to gel to bed by 11:00.

This morning, I rose unusually early (for me) - 7:30, went to the Eagle Club for breakfast, and thence to Euston Station where I caught the first of the three trains I have traveled on today. The rest of the story you know.

I hope, sweet, that by this time tomorrow I will be able to tell you that I finally met the Limey,

Good-night, my darling. A kiss for Adele - my love to all.

Sleepily,
Your Phil

Post #509 - November 14, 1944 It’s a Real Pity that Sy had to Ship Out Before Ed Got Here

 

Nov. 14, 1944

My dearest,

This morning, bright and early, came the good news: Eddie is back in the States and at the present time is at Charleston, South Carolina. The telegram came from him. I suppose we'll get to see him in the very near future. I’m very excited about the whole thing, cause I feel reasonably sure that he will be discharged. If only I knew you'd be stationed in the States if you did get a furlough - then I'd get excited. Otherwise, I just can't feel anything about your getting a furlough. Of course I want to see you more than anything in this great wide world, but I'd rather wait til I'm sure you'd be mine again. However, I'm not one to dictate to you in that respect and you'd do what you want to anyhow, but I'm just giving you my opinion. If'n I'm not mistaken, I spoke about a furlough in an earlier letter and expressed my opinions at that time.

It's a real pity that Sy had to ship out before Ed got here. Sy's whereabouts must remain a dead secret and I'm reluctant to even say he shipped out. If it isn't one thing, it's another to worry you.

My mother was so excited when she called me that I could scarcely get the gist of what she was saying. When I did, I got all goose pimply. If Eddie is okay, perhaps I'll have a small party for his younger friends.

You mentioned in your letter that I received yesterday that a fellow by the name of Gene Forman looked you up. If I'm not mistaken that particular fellow is the brother-in-law of Sam Soskin and I went out on a date with him a long time ago. Another member of that crowd for that particular evening was Rita Wolpe, whose father made Adele's pictures. If he is the right fellow, you might mention me to him, just to see if he has any recollection of me.

You know, Phil, those vitamin pills I've been taking are really wonderful. To begin with, I don't feel "fatigued" as I did before. I feel that I have more spunk and energy and vigor. I must weigh myself, for I feel sure I've gained some weight. My appetite would surprise you, cause I'm always hungry, no matter how much I eat.

Philadelphia is going to town on her subway and el stations and each and every one has acquired a new coat of paint, that is most attractive, All I can say is, "It's about time!"

I got to bed fairly late, in spite of myself and tonight come what may, I'm going to get a good night's sleep. At least I got up early and kept Adele from wetting her crib. But it's time to say I LOVE you, sweet.

Your Eve

Post #508 - November 13, 1944 I Agree With You on the Matter of Business Instead of a Home and I Don’t Have to Tell You How Eager I am to See Both Limey and Eddie [Strongin]—!

 

Nov. 13, 1944 

Dearest Darling,

I'm unusually happy today. Reason: Three letters from you dated Oct. 21, 24 and 26. After waiting eight days, it was a sheer joy to have mail. I'm a little disappointed with you for having missed so many days during the entire month of October and hope that it won't happen again. Nothing in your letters Inspires any comment on my part, except that it was good to be reassured about Eddie and where the devil do you get that stuff "50-50 chance of your coming home"?? First of all, I wouldn't even let myself think about it, regardless of how sound the foundation may be for the simple reason that I shall believe nothing until I see it, or, more specifically, you, I agree with you on the matter of business instead of a home and someday I will give you all my views on the subject.

My dad got a topcoat, not an overcoat. He has an overcoat to knock around this winter and we felt the topcoat would serve best. And I'd like very much to have us own a car just like George's. He has a coupe that will accommodate six people comfortably, (and not in a rumble seat either). and seven, if necessary. Such a car is easy on gas, too. We shall see - - -

And, of course, I must not overlook your so-called effort at poetry. It's okay with me, even though it doesn't rhyme. Considering your mental status at the time, I think it's pretty good, sweet. And where in h--- did you get the idea that I didn't comment on your last bit of poetry? You should know me better than that! Is there anything I don't comment on??? Silly boy - 

The doctor came to examine Diana yesterday, while Goldie's father was here. He gave her an injection to try to rid her of the rash. However, it is still the same and Diana cries pretty steadily, as it seems to itch her. If the rash doesn't clear up soon, Goldie will have to take her to a skin specialist.

I'm "due" again and feel pretty lousy this evening. Rae was here for dinner and is sleeping over. Adele didn't want to go to sleep this evening and by the time I got her upstairs it was too late to bother bathing her. I put her in the crib and left the room. After a few minutes I went in to look at her, She had picked on her gum and made it bleed. Back to the bathroom we went and I put some cotton (soaked in cold water) on the sore spot. Then she had to make a sissy. Finally, when I was just about running out of patience, I threw her into bed and she decided it was time to go to sleep.

And I think it's time I hit the hay, if'n you don't mind, sweet. It's just about 11 and I have a few pieces to wash. I'm hoping my mail will come through more regularly this week. Do you know that Anne had mall from Tony dated Nov. 2nd last week? Just shows you how poorly your mail has been coming through.

Good night, my darling, I love you ever so much and always will be

Your Eve

13 November /44

Darling Eve,

Tonight, on the eve of my furlough, I am CQ. I have a nice, hot coke fire burning, my bunk is ready, I’ve told the operator when to call me, and, generally speaking, I don't have a thing to do but write.

I wish, Sweet, that there had been a letter from you today, so that I could make this a decent length by the useful expedient of answering it, but there wasn't. The solitary letter t received, was from Harry W. telling me what I already knew - that he was shipping out to a “replacement center.” But he would be surprised to know that I knew exactly which replacement center, just two days after he shipped! But I think he'll be even more surprised when I drop in on him day after tomorrow! The only thing now, barring accidents, that might prevent me is the possibility that he may have shipped out before I get there. In that case, I will have had a long train ride (about 170 miles) for no good purpose, However, there is little chance that he will ship out again so soon, so I don't consider that risking too much.

I’ve made a few attempts to find out where Eddie S., is stationed, but so far, without success. I have his address, and you have told me that he is in Wales, but Wales is a big place, and so far, I haven't been able to narrow it down any finer. I'll keep trying, though, 'cause it's “now or never". 

Last night, after I wrote to you, I went to the movies with Sgt. Murphy and Klein. The picture was "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves." Everything about it was childish (especially the dialogue), but it was colorful and "eye-xciting” (if I may coin word) enough to be worth-while. I almost blush to admit that I liked it!  

Today, I worked steadily on the Service Records, and managed to get quite a bit done. I'm afraid, though, that there is still plenty to be done - both  on the Service Records and several other items. But I have told Stahle just what is to be done, and he has promised to see to it. So all in all, I am leaving with a clear conscience. 

Well, Chippie, wish me luck! I don't have to tell you how eager I am to see both Limey and Eddie—!

And now—a fond good-night, my darling. Here's a kiss for you—and one for the punkin. My love to all.

Your adoring Phil

P.S. May not get to write tomorrow, but I will the next day—promise!