Post #526 - December 9, 10, 1944 Far Be It From Me to Come Between Any Child and Its Mother and I Did Get Two Lovely Packages

 

Dec. 9, 1944

My dearest Phil,

Yipee! Today I hit the jackpot, and for the first time in weeks I really received what I call "mail". There were your letters of Nov. 21, 23 (to Adele), 26 and 27-28 and 29. One contained the locket. There was also a four page letter from Milt Brown and I shall send it along if this doesn't become too heavy. He mentioned having received your letter and no doubt will tell you, in detail, what he told me. He was one of three fellows that had to land first on a beachhead operation against the Japs. One of the fellows was killed, one was almost killed and a hand grenade was thrown at Milt. Luckily, he only had small pieces of shrapnel in his left hand, which are healing and will leave no marks.

The type is very clear - or hadn't you noticed. I cleaned the typewriter and put on a new ribbon before starting this, all for your benefit, my dear. And now to your letters - but, wait, first about the locket. The locket arrived in excellent condition and is very, very lovely. I know full well just how much it means to you, sweet, but this may disappoint you a little. The locket, or heart (as you wish) and the chain are both too big for little Adele. I could have the chain shortened, but the heart is much too enormous for her. I realize it couldn't be made smaller due to the Air Corps. insignia, so the only thing I can do is put it away for her. I can't help wondering where you got the lovely chain. You said Red made the heart. I didn't know you saw him that often. You may tell him for me that his hands, are his fortune and I only wish I were as capable with my hands as he is with his. It’s a perfect heart shape! The one you sent me is smaller in size and the insignia is smaller, too. Perhaps you have some better idea - so give, honey. Thank Red for me, will you.

And now to your letters. Wait just a minute. I almost forgot to mention Adele's reactions. She took an immediate liking to the "yocket" and wore it most of the evening. When asked who sent it to her, she replied "Daddy, dear". She even kissed me, as you asked her to. She listened as I read the letter to my mother and when I read "Kiss Mommy", she immediately accommodated you. On the "mouse" too! So much for the locket.

There are many of your letters missing. Both Ethel and I are waiting patiently for the letter in which you describe your meeting with Harry - but nothing doing yet. When I called Ethel this evening I learned something you may know - that Harry is now in France. Looks like you caught him just in time. Seems like you're the only one left in England.

Your letter of the 21st informed me that you had received Lil's package: Glad you're so thrilled with the contents and "hearty appetite.” If you’d like any item duplicated, you merely have to ask. You ask me in this one how Adele knows enough to say "Mommy wants you". I keep telling her to "tell Daddy to come home, Mommy wants him". I liked you're ending of "Constantly -" (very nice).

Need I comment on the letter to Adele? In a word, it was "beautiful".

Yours of the 26th was short and sweet, cause you hadn't received any mail from me. You were full of "ideas" in this one.

The letter of 27-28 contained the information I had been waiting for most impatiently. I have quite a bit to say in retaliation. When I said a very definite "NO" to your post-war plans, it wasn't that I'm not interested. I'm very much interested, for I've told you many times that I'd much rather have my own business than be employed by anyone. Naturally, I exaggerated when I said I detected a "million flaws, ", but there are many. When I picked on "sleeping in boarding houses with Adele”, it wasn't because you cannot count on me when it comes to putting up with discomfort. I'll put up with a lot if I have to and I've put up with a lot during my lifetime. No, I'm not afraid of any hardship, as long as I'm with you, but I cannot see dragging Adele here and there. I'll go anywhere, anytime, no matter what the obstacles, but Adele stays put, even if it means leaving her with my mother. That too, would depend on our mode of travel and whether or not we could afford to do it. Too many things concerning a child's life would enter into the picture and that would have to be decided upon only at "that" time, Do you realize how distasteful it is to me to have to travel with her just to get a pair of shoes? And that's only here in the city! But so much for that.

Where did you get the idea that the government would lend you something like $6000 without security, as well as interest? You'll probably have to give an arm and a leg for security. I know very little about "government loans", but from what I've read, I gather that much. In all probability you'll have to put up something like 1/5 or more as a starter, or about $1000 for $5000, so you see, we'll be all tied up from the start, unless I manage to save a good deal more money in the coming months.

I'm not against leaving my folks, but I wouldn't want to be away from them indefinitely and unless we could see our way clear to visiting Philly from time to time, I could not see leaving for another city, as well as state. Traveling expense, such as that incurred when traveling from Philly to Denver and back won't fit into any budget we may make and wouldn't for a long time, till we had sufficient time to build ourselves up. It surprises me a bit that you would want to leave the family altogether, when, on several occasions you've told me how lucky I am to have them around.

One of your sentences "You must realize, sweet, that one does not get ahead without sacrificing something" surprised me, too. What do you think I'm doing at the moment? Remember, besides missing you terribly, I miss Adele all day long. (And if you want to say that it isn't necessary for me to work - don't - we've been all over that - and you know full well, even better than I do how much more of a start we'll have if we can save a lot in the interim). Nor do I feel happy about breaking up a home that we both worked very hard to build - that hurts deeply. I know, darling, that there will be "bad" times as well as "good" ones and you know full well that I'm with you anytime, whether good or bad.

You call yourself a "most unambitious fellow". That is one adjective I detest! I have no admiration for anyone who is "unambitious". If one is full of life and the desire to live, he should be ambitious, regardless of what his ambition may be. Surely you must feel ambitious about something other than attaining "worldly goods for all of us" that you claim is my idea. I'd hate to think I had to talk you into attaining such things for Adele and myself, as well as for you. Aren't there any "worldly goods" you would like to have where you are concerned? Phil do you remember how bitter I was when you first went into the Army and I had to have Adele? Raising her properly has been a tough job and it's going to take a long time before I forget all those "hurts" and "doing without". I'm not asking you to promise me or guarantee me anything - I know you can't do that either. When I say everything must be "right", I mean mostly that we must have our own place. Is that asking too much of a husband? I'm not asking for any "Utopia" either. I have your word that you'll do your best. How can I ask for anything more!

Thanks for being so explicit on the question of giving up the house. Since Mom is in N.Y. and won't be back until Monday morning and has had her share of grief this week, I shall say nothing whatever about it until January, at least. I'm terribly glad to be able to report, what I've mentioned in two letters, that Goldie has been so swell since Mom left for N.Y. She prepared the meals and did whatever cleaning she could in her spare time. It makes me feel swell and I know you'll feel that way, too.

I'm sure Harry and Goldie realize, more each day, that the present setup could not be found everywhere. Goldie is more tolerant of my opinions. Before she had Diana, she used to tell me how she would do this or how she would do that and now I keep saying "I told you so". Same goes for Harry,

Since Mom has been away both H & G have been more considerate and easier to get along with: In case you didn't know it, I started on this letter at 10:30 P.M. and since it is 12, I think I'd better continue tomorrow. Good night, sweet.

Dec. 10, 1944

Here I am again. I had a full morning and just finished cleaning. Since Adele is still sleeping, I'm taking advantage of the break to get this finished.

Phil, dear, you must realize that I will do nothing to hurt anyone in connection with giving up the place. Some night, when Mom and I are alone, I shall get to talking with her, tell her of our plans, both present and future, and point out to her each and every reason for the move. I am not going to tell her that you agreed to this, even if she should feel bitter, but I doubt it extremely. I'm going to make her understand that it's only a temporary setup and that we shall open up house once again when you have returned and that she is more than welcome to live with us, I'm not holding anything against her, sweet, for any of her actions, nor have I ever done so. Far be it from me to come between any child and its mother. I, for one, never wish to be the cause of any hard feelings between you and your mother. I have "you" as a husband and father and I shall always be grateful to her for that. I wouldn't call your mother thoughtless, either, for I believe she gives most everything she does some thought. After I've told her what I plan to do I shall tell her that I am advising you. Then you may write to her, and assure her as you wish. I think it would be better that way. At least she would feel that I've taken her into my confidence on the matter and it would be easier for her.

For the time being, we shall drop the entire matter. I'll take it up whenever the opportunity for doing so tactfully arises and shall advise you at that time. Don't feel badly, honey, for I feel certain that everything will work out satisfactorily in the end. As I told you, I'm not that anxious to go back home, for I'd much rather make my own way in the world. It's the wisest thing to do for the present, and I'm glad you understand. Houses and apartments are like diamonds these days and it may take a long time for H & G to get situated. Besides, I do not intend to move back home until my folks have redone the house. So you see, sweet, it's not as easily done as said, and who knows, by that time you may be coming home ( I hope, I hope, I hope). We shall see -

Your letter of the 29th was just full of question marks. Yes, I could write volumes about our daughter, but I have so little time and patience for it, and I'm genuinely sorry if I'm keeping you in the dark. Adele calls me "Mommy" and I call her Adele - always. I usually call her "mummy" when she's extra specially sweet. I’ve already told you that she knows her own name. She pronounces it very clearly, as far as I'm concerned and will usually say it for anyone who requests it. She looks very cute today. She's wearing her plaid cotton pleated skirt (the one Mrs. Bader made for her) a white blouse with little designs running down the front and puffed sleeves. She has a little red bow in her hair and red and white socks and white shoes finish off the outfit. Her hair is parted on the left side and merely held off her face by the little red bow. In the morning, the first thing she usually does is ask to be taken to the bathroom to make "sissy" or she orders me to "Det up, Mommy". (she doesn't know how to pronounce her "g" sound). Adele puts her dolly in the doll carriage and wheels her about, reads a book, opens all the drawers and closet doors, plays with her blocks (builds them up and throws them down or wheels the toy around) plays hide and seek and today she did something new. She spread the joke papers on the floor, stretched out and scanned them carefully. I pointed out such figures as Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, etc. and that kept her occupied for a while. She particularly likes when Jack sits her on his shoulders, her feet around his neck and sort of gives her a horseback ride. He holds her hands and bobs up and down and she squeals with delight. The other day my mother went to the refrigerator to get a jar of beets and spilled half the jar. She must have said a loud "oh" for Adele immediately piped in with "What happened, Nanmom - spilled the beets? Adele never liked beets, but she loves them now. She'll drink out a whole jar of beet juice if you'd let her. Adele seems to be afraid of the dark, though I try hard to discourage it. For instance, in the morning when we come down for breakfast, she won't go into the living room. (Any other time she'll run in and out). When I ask her why she doesn't go into the living room, she says, "Too dark in ere." When I bring her home at night, she says, "Mommy look at the moon and the stars". She is very contrary at times - when I tell her to do something she won't and vice versa. Her coloring remains the same. There is nothing whatever abnormal about her little legs. They are well formed, but there is still that tendency to walk pigeon-toed. I suspect she thinks it's funny or cute, or something, and does it on purpose, She is developing the habit of walking up and down the stairs without holding on (big shot) and it makes me very nervous.

I'm afraid I'll have to continue about Adele some other time, for my time is growing short and I have many things to do before the day is over.

I bought Harry a lovely wallet for his birthday and Adele gave it to him last night. It's made of natural colored pigskin, has four celluloid picture cases, a change purse, a window for cards, etc. and a zipper that closes it on two sides. It cost $4 and 80¢ tax. He likes it very much. You can have one, if you wish. How is the old wallet, anyway?

I’ve been interrupted a million times. Ruth has Adele out in the carriage for a few minutes and I'm trying like mad to finish odds and ends. Sylvia (Milt's girl) just called and told me something very confidentially. Syd wrote her that he is coming home on furlough and doesn't want anyone to know just yet. It has to be passed by three boards and he has already passed two and so doesn't want to spread anything around until he is positively sure. There's a catch - he'll have to go back when the furlough is over. But I think he should take it, for he has been away almost two and a half years and that's more than enough.

Syl also informed me that Phil Strongin is home on furlough, so I guess he'll be around most any day now. I'm very surprised that he didn't even as much as call us yet, but undoubtedly he is kept very busy and will get around to us eventually.

And now, sweetheart, I'm going to kiss you soundly, hug you ever so tight, tell you just once more that I love you very dearly and that I am

Your Eve

9 December 1944 

Dearest Darling,

Last night I was pulling my own CQ. I had just settled down to writing my daily stint, when one of our officers came round with some work for me that killed the rest of the evening. That is why it couldn't write to you last night.

This is the third day running that I haven’t had mail from you, Chippie, but I did get two lovely packages. One was Mom's, and it was very well received. Tuna and salmon are very welcome here (especially the tuna, which is impossible to procure), and the bag full of candy wasn’t hard to take, either. The other package was from the girls of the Label Bureau, and a swell bunch of stuff was contained therein. There was first and foremost, a scrumptious Yello-Bole pipe and two packs of Bond Street tobacco, (thank you for that, Chippie), then there was tooth-paste, tooth-brush, band-aids, pipe cleaners, candy bars, chewing gum, shaving cream, Jergen's Lotion, and possibly other things that I can’t remember. Yesterday, I received gift of the Wynmans and Chases. There was a very nice fruit cake that  I have laid aside for Xmas eve, some very tasty roasted & salted peanuts, a box of Stevens Chocolates, and a fig bar, which contained citron (which I despise), but Stahle took care of that.

Earlier this evening, I went to the movies to see “Bathing Beauty” (for the 3rd time -yes, was that good, Chippie). I particularly liked Ethel Smith's superb performance on the organ (especially that Latin number), and Harry James' rendition of the “Hora Toccata,” to say nothing of Xavier Cugat’s exciting rhythms.

Well, honey, I’ve thought and thought - and can't think of another thing to say - except, of course, that I love you more than ever (if such a thing is possible.) My dearest love to our sweet punkin. Love to all from

Your devoted

Phil

10 Dec. 1944

Dear Aunt & Cousins:

I received your V letter of Nov. 26th and was glad to hear from you. I hope by now that your brother Eddie has been released from the hospital and will suffer no more ill effects from his experiences any more. I don’t think my job is important but try and tell that to the army who’s afraid to let anybody go, but I’m getting a break at last. When you get this letter don’t write to me anymore and please inform the Weinman family to stop writing. I expect to be seeing you in a couple months. It’ll only be a thirty day furlough and I’ll have to come back but I accepted it anyway just to be able to come back for awhile.

I’m well and in good health and I hope you are the same. I figure accepting a furlough for me would be O.K. as I’m single or if they wanted to I could stay overseas now for the duration seeing both theaters & I expect that might be my case. If I was a married I wouldn’t accept such a deal - and I’m not kidding as it is a sucker deal all around. All my love and regards to you all.

As ever,

Syd

Post #525 - December 8, 1944 Almost All of My Pay this Month Will Be Spent on Gifts and Letters from Mike Nerenberg and Milton Brown

 

Dec. 8, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Am starting this at the office, as there is a lull. I got into work very early this morning, as I wanted to make up for time I lost on Tuesday. It has been raining most of the day, but it's not as cold as was a few days ago.

When I got into work I began to feel ill, and thought I was coming down with a cold. After eating lunch and munching on some cough drops I feel lots better and I think I've managed to beat off the cold before it made any headway. My resistance has been very good since I started to take the vitamin pills.

I've been thinking of what to give the Moms for Xmas. I think I shall get your Mom a handbag, as she needs a new one. My mother needs a coat badly, so I'll go shopping with her for one, and give a $5 deposit on it for her. The only other person I am going to gift this year is Ruth, who has been a fairly good girl.

And while I'm on the subject of gifts, let me remind you not to forget your brother Jack's birthday, which is Jan. 12, Harold's birthday (Dot's kid) Jan. 19, and Jack N.'s which is Jan 25. You always ask me to give you ample notice, so here tis. Almost all of my pay this month will be spent on gifts. Monday is Harry's birthday and I have to get him something, too.

Mr. Bellet's sister, Jessie, is leaving us today and is joining her husband in Buffalo, N.Y. Jessie is breaking in a new girl, a bleached blond, rather attractive girl whose name is Anna Katz.

I have nothing lined up for the weekend. Think I shall try to take it easy, for a change, and perhaps take in a movie. I haven't been to a movie since Oct. when I saw "Summer Storm" and think it's about time I broke the ice. I also have to fix all the new things Adele received, make hems, etc. so that they will fit her properly now.

Dot called this morning to inform me that Snuff was in for a short while last night, but had not time to call me to say good-bye. He is shipping out of Maryland Sat. morning for Louisiana. That's all he knows at the present time. He doesn't think he'll remain in Louisiana. Dot said, "Now I have nothing to look forward to on weekends".

No mail today, honey, so I'm cutting this short. You know that I love you so much, baby!

Your Eve

December 8, 1944

Dear Phil,

We got a little mail a few days ago & I had three letters in all. One from home, Sydney, & Mickey. Everyone seems to be fine. It looks as though we will be only getting our mail once a week while we are here, for the only way they can supply us is by boat. That holds our outgoing mail up that long also. It sure is a long time between mail calls, but that’s the way things go. I thought I was going to like this place, but I sure have changed my mind. It is the rainy season now, & it practically rains all day and night. Once in a while it almost drives you half crazy, especially at nights while you are on guard. Today started a new week, so I’m on day guard for the present time. I get a good night’s sleep now for a week, that is if nothing turns up. So far it has been pretty quiet, & I sure hope it stays that way. At the present time, I’m writing letters while on guard on the outpost. That’s a good way to pass by these lonely hours. I heard from Evelyn a few weeks ago, & I just finished writing her a letter. Well, I’ll have to close for now & in a hurry, for it is starting to rain again. Take good care of yourself & I’ll write you again as soon as I can.

Sincerely,

Milt

8 December, 1944

Dear Phil:

Thanks much for your letter old man. These have been hectic weeks for this fellow, hence my lateness in answering. it is getting close to leaving now and, the work is piling sky high. your wife no doubt has been thinking that she does not exist so far is i'm concerned. however, it really has been terrific keeping up with social obligations. i intend calling her this week and explaining to her the reasons for such disinterested actions. we know she will understand. it hasn’t been easy what with trying to get a larger place for Frances and the child. you know, i'm expecting another. that is, you know now. i haven’t informed too many persons about it, except those who can't help noticing it. expect the next one some time during the month of may. you see, i am a busy man. don't do anything for fun. i hope to get a chance to sing in church during the xmas holydays. i like singing with an organ, which lends toward beauty of a song. i ain’t too good now, so don't expect much when you do hear me, in the near future. really, one never fully realizes the beauty of strange things unless they make some attempt to touch them. it has brought many happy moments to this guy. i can see the picture of you now, the one with the violin in your hands. your facial expression then was one of complete satisfaction. that is how i feel when i have completed a song and knew it wasn’t too bad. when you return from the wars, i will have you attending church regularly. not because i want you to be religious, hell no. that is far from my mind and the manner in which i think. my religion doesn't lean toward any being practiced by great groups. the music in any church which offers good music might find me there. for anything else, no.

my deepest disappointment has been in not being able to attend some of the many concerts offered in the city, solely because the time didn’t allow it. perhaps some day, poor guys like myself, will have the occasion for full leisure. you too, you mug. don't allow the above comments mislead you; am totally ignorant of self pity.

although you are someplace in england, it might be not inconvenient for you to look up my brother in law. perchance, you may be close to him. his name is, capt. asher segal # 01695984 Disp. Depot, 0642 APO 316A. should you f'ind him around, i think he would be most gracious. very democratic sort of guy. how is your cuzzin or brother in law getting along, the one who has been hospitalized for some time. seems to me the air corps with all its power and glory would attempt getting you fellows home after 18 moths, which has occurred in the past with men in that branch of service. get to work on them, bub, they are reputed to be quite fair with their men, when they can be spared.

well guy, enough smoke for now. i'll be expecting to hear from you at any moment now. i'll keep you posted for i leave and after i get there. until then and with lotions of complaints, i remain your very busy boy,

Mike
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Post #524 - December 6, 7, 1944 There is an Awful Lot to Tell You about This “Estate Business” and On This, The Third Anniversary of That World-Shaking Day That So Changed Our Lives, I am Still Able to Look to the Future with the Greatest Confidence That All will be Well with Us

 

Dec. 6, 1944

Dearest Phil,

A jammed yesterday’s v-mail not realizing that l had so much to write. You know, Phil, there is an awful lot to tell you about this "estate business.” A will existed that was 20 years old – that started the court proceedings. Well, honey, people whom my folks & I had looked upon as “true friends" turned up in court to testify against them. The worst one of all was Abe Feinberg (son of the two old sisters on Rockland St., whom my mother bended all efforts on in getting him released from the Army). He worked hand & fist with my Uncle Morris to do my folks out of their share, and my folks had much aggravation & expense as a result. Someday I’ll tell you the complete story - and it sure is a story! I'm so glad things worked out to their benefit, in spite of the obstacles!

As & told you yesterday, I had given Sarah $8.00 to get Adele the robe and I sent along the picture of the advertisement, so that you might see what it looks like. It's a powder blue (background) with a flowered print of rose and a snowy white silk lining. I had her get me a size 6 and it is rather large. I'll have to make a large hem on the bottom and a large hem on the sleeves. It's a double breasted style with two buttons on either side.

I started to write the above at the office and I’m continuing at home. There was your letter of Nov. 12 waiting for me (I'd already had mail dated the 13th) and I'm sort of disappointed, for I expected e batch after waiting so long for some "decent" mail. That that all your nail isn't decent, honey, but I mean up-to-date. Do you realize that this one is over three weeks old !

It told me what I had know for weeks - that Eddie is back. Speaking of Eddie reminds me that we haven't heard from him for two weeks. He hasn't written once since he got back - only calls and the last call was made on Thanksgiving to my Aunt's house. I can't understand his reluctance to see us all, but I have a funny idea he may be in the booby hatch or sumpin', for he is insistent that we do not come to see him. It all seems very screwy to me and if we don't hear from him darn soon, I'm going to take the trip up to Valley Force in spite of all his requests, Gosh but I'm anxious to see him! It's been so long I hardly remember what he looks like. Sometimes I even feel that way about you.

When I mot back from work Goldie had washed the kitchen floor, and prepared a nice dinner. Boy, she sure did put me to shame, for it shows what a person can do if only they understand the circumstances and are willing. Goldie was what you'd call the helpless type, but she can certainly do alright if she wants to. I'm terribly glad that she didn't let me down altogether, and I feel a lot differently toward her for it. I'd been telling her just how disgusted I am with so much responsibility and perhaps the prep talk did some good - who knows. However, I'm not giving up my original idea of giving up this place for I feel it will be more advantageous to us in the future, but, naturally, I'm most anxious to know your feelings in the matter. I sure do hope some real mail will be forthcoming shortly.

I find Mr. Bellet very, very petty in too many respects. The more you get to know him, the less you like him. He's a real character and I'll have oodles and oodles to tell you about him and his business. I like the wholesale business and I'd like very much to be in it - on my own. I've learned a good deal of importance working there and some day I hope to use it to "our" advantage. I do know that I want to go into a business, but, first, I want a "fling" - and a rest period. Darling - I'm very much afraid that it is still very far off and I hold very little hope for an early end to the war in 1945. It's 16 months now and tomorrow will be three years we're at war. That's a long time, honey, and I pray the worse part of it is over -

You say in your letter that Adele's gift was ruined in the making. I said I wouldn't tell you what I thought it was till it got here, but I’ll tell you anyway. I'll bet it's something in the jewelry line - like that plexi-glass piece you sent me. I have yet to buy a chain for it and now I'm sort of hesitating, for too many people think it resembles a cross, and suggest I make a pin of it. I like it very much cause it's odd and shall get a chain for it in spite of it. I guess Adele's birthday gift will have to be a Xmas present, from the looks of things.

I'm very glad I bought those vitamin pills, for they help me immensely. In spite of the fullness of each day (and I'm kept busy every minute) I feel pretty good. I think I've put on a few pounds cause my face looks rounder, but I'd rather not know. If I didn't I'll be disappointed, so I'd rather not get weighed.

Miriam Brown is due to have her baby near Xmas, so I'll be having some news for you shortly. Most everyone thinks she'll have a boy.

And so I think I've come to the end of another letter. I have a few things to do before I can get to bed, and how I wish you were going up with me! I love you so much, Phil! It's the same old phrase, but it will always be new to me, honey.

Your Eve

Dec. 7, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I'm starting this at the office, as seems to be my custom, but I shall finish it at home. I'm at a little loss for what to say, but I shall just discuss this and that.

I don't think I told you that Betty's brother Abe, the one who was just released from the Army, met a girl just as soon as he got back and went overboard, but good. He hopes to get married early next year. Her name is Evelyn and she looks a bit like me. Her second name is the same as his. As he says, "She won't have to change her name for me". Abe is a nice looking fellow and Adele took to him, just as much as she takes to the rest of the family. The Feldman family, in general, have done more for Adele and me than any of our friends and relatives, alike, and it's due to their love for Adele. I sure am grateful to them for being so nice.

I don't think I've written, in detail, about Adele for some time, so here goes - She has been sleeping fairly well, and, usually, interrupts me only once. I pick her up out of her sleep before retiring myself and put her on the toddy seat, to be sure she doesn't wet the bed. Her appetite has fallen off and she doesn't eat nearly as well as she used to. She sings, "School days, school days, etc.” and will say anything asked of her. She has a nasty habit of hitting everyone that is most annoying, but I'm hoping that will disappear in the near future.

This morning my mother, Adele and I went shopping on Broad St. before I went to work. Fay informed me that Blauner’s has no winter weight underwear for kids and all the neighborhood stores seem to be in the same class. I hadn't tried one kiddie's store on Broad St. and went there today. I managed to get one set of underwear, the button-on style that I told you about when I bought Adele summer weight underwear, and it cost me $1.35 for a shirt and panties, size 6. I also bought Adele her first toothbrush, as it is time for her to start brushing her teeth. It's funny how the stores take advantage of you - one drugstore wanted 19¢ for the toothbrush, but I wouldn't take it cause it looked abused and went to another drugstore. The second store charged me 10¢ for the exact same brush. Boy, do they take you over! I'm not going to buy a single thing that isn't positively necessary. If I get a bargain - okay - but if not - I'll wait til you come home and we can go shopping together. As long as we have the money, we'll always be able to get what we want.

Upon arriving home, I found your letter of Nov. 15th. That part about the girl who propositioned you tickled me.. I sure do wish I could have seen your reactions! You’re a real cutie sometimes! And that English sailor that Ruth brought home had the nerve to say our boys are bothering their girls! Speaking of girls, how do you like the one enclosed? She sure is chunky. Sure do wish I looked like that!

Eddie called this evening and said (what I had been thinking) that he is more or less in the booby hatch. He said they are very overcrowded and that he definitely does not want us to come to see him. He has hopes of being home by Xmas and I certainly hope so. All he complains about is headaches, that seem to grip him from time to time. Which reminds me, I haven't told you anything about Ruth Shapiro, Eddie's girl. It seems he has case on her and she feels likewise. She's an attractive girl - an only daughter - and her mother makes all her clothes, She's a stunning dresser and is either 16 or 17 years old, She was at Adele's birthday party on Sunday (I think I told you about her then). She pals around with Ruth from time to time, and Ruth calls her "sister". Eddie called her several times by phone and sent her a telegram immediately upon his return to the States. She sent Eddie many packages and her folks like Eddie very much. Gee, but it seems funny to think that Eddie may marry someday soon! I always think of him as a kid, but he definitely is not that any longer.

Clara Wagman called and read me a letter she is sending off to you. I was rather surprised to hear that the CIO has taken over at S & D and I'm wondering, as you no doubt are, what effect it will have on the general organization.

I am dividing my time between ironing what few pieces I have and writing this letter. It's very late, honey, and I'm literally falling asleep on the typewriter. Adele loved brushing her teeth for the first time this evening. I'm just about writ out anyway, so I'll just tell you once more that I adore you, my darling, ever so much! Phil, I want so to take you in my arms -

Your Eve

7 December 1944

Darling Ev,

Pearl Harbor Day always brings to mind that day exactly three years ago, when, with hearts filled with apprehension, and faces blank with a mixture of emotions, we sat in the living room at 5447 Sansom St. and heard the startling, dramatic announcement of the japanese attack on Pearl Harbor over the radio. I think we both realized in that instant that it would only be a matter of time before I would be recalled to service. What thoughts - what images fleeted through our minds in those few moments!! Only you and I know what we each felt then, Baby. But I was just thinking - suppose we could have, on that day, known what was to transpire within the next few years, and suppose we knew that on the third anniversary of that day that I would have been overseas sixteen months, with perhaps almost as much more to serve before returning to you. Tell me, Chippie, what would you have felt then? I won’t presume to guess out loud, but I think you know that I have a pretty good idea as to that! Yet aside our being physically separated all this time, and with a great loneliness, actually what material harm have we suffered? None, absolutely none that I can think of. You will contend, I know that there are other kinds of harm than the purely material, and I agree; but are you very sure that those same deprivations of the spirit will not eventually bring compensations, both physically, and spiritually, in the many years we have still to be to together? I am almost sure that that will be the case. - So be of good cheer, my darling; however long fate chooses to keep us apart. Never forget that however faraway I am from you, you are always a part of me. I carry your sweet imagine with me in my heart - constantly; and very often, indeed, do I look in upon it and count myself fortunate for having you. It is this image, Ev, dearest, that has kept me faithful; that has kept me from seeking other, less worthy, means of dispelling the monotony of my days and nights; that has led me both in thought and deed, in the ways of righteousness. Believe me, Baby, when I say I have yet to commit the slightest deed that might be contrary to your concepts of good behavior.  You, or more truly, the thought of you, are solely responsible for my blameless conduct. You must, and should, feel very proud, my sweet, that you inspired a love that is sufficient unto itself. I, for my part, am deeply indebted to you for kindling in me a passion that allows of no digressions into waywardness. You must cherish this love that is between us, my darling, as the most precious possession you shall ever own, or even aspire to. For me, it is tantamount to a religion. I live by it - and for it.

Therefore, beloved Chippie, on this, the third anniversary of that world-shaking day that so changed our lives, I am still able to look to the future with the greatest confidence that all will be well with us. I consider our present separation as a period of purgatory in which, we will find, one day any weaknesses of character that we may have been heir to, have been dissolved in the searing yet cleansing fires of loneliness and heartache. Look to the future, my wife, for it is there that we will meet once again. Be not impatient of the present. Remember that it, too, has its purpose.

Finally, my Chippie, look to the welfare of our adored punkin. This is your greatest charge. Let nothing supercede it! May God keep you well, my darlings, for

Your Phil

524 So. 57th St.
W. Phila. Pa 

Thurs. Dec. 7-1944.

Dear Phil, 

By this time I suppose you have given up hope of hearing from me in answer to your letter. I called your Evelyn when I got your letter and she was pleased I told her I would write you and as time rolled by and I called Evelyn a couple of times and told her that I hadn’t written, she scolded me and told me I had better write to you. To tell you the truth I am not at home too often and when I do get home it is too late to sit down and write. To-nite I came home early especially to write letters. I just finished a letter to my cousin in New York and now I'll see just what I can do, or rather say, to fill up at least this sheet of paper.

I suppose there really isn't too much that I can tell you that you already don't know thru Evelyn. On several occasions I’ve been invited up to your house for dinner, but so far I haven’t been able to accept, but I will see what I can do in the near future. I told all the gang in S. & D. that I heard from you including Farren & Susemehl also Harry Adams.

We, in the Label Bureau, sent you a Christmas package and if you do get it you will let us know. I didn’t really know what to buy for you, but I did the best I could since yours was the first Xmas pkg. I ever got together to send across the ocean. We all hope that you can make use of everything

My brother came up on furlough from Georgia on Thanksgiving day with his wife. (he was married here in Philly on furlough May 6th and took his bride down South with him. They left yesterday morning (Wednesday,) as they must be back on Friday and since they motored up and back they had to allow three days each for traveling otherwise they could have a couple of extra days, but they took their time coming up and they will do likewise going back and let me tell your their car sure came in handy as there was a bunch of stuff they took back with them. Things they need for their apt. etc. Today is Pearl Harbor Day and I do hope before another Pearl Harbor Day that this mess is all over and all are returned safely to their homes.

It seems a long way off but when you return to the U.S., I certainly don’t think that S & D is the place for you so think it over, between now and then. Have you heard that the C.I.O. came into S & D, and they sure are putting up a stiff battle trying to get all to join up with them. There was a meeting last nite but I didn’t hear a thing as I didn’t sign up with them. Personally I don’t think they can do anymore for me that S & D already hasn't done. So I guess I'll leave well enough alone. Well Phil I see I am hitting bottom, so I'll close this letter with the kindest regards to you from me also your friends at the S & D Plant.

(Clara) 

I hope you will pardon all the errors as I didn’t and never do reread what I write. Good luck to you. Also I hope you don’t have too much difficulty in trying to read this awful writing.

Post #523 - December 3, 4, 1944 Adele’s Second Birthday Party and It Was a Relief to Know that Eddie Finally Did Wind Up in the States

 

Dec. 3, 1944 

Dec. 4, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I had hoped to be able to write yesterday, but fate decreed differently. There is so much to tell you and - so little time to write this evening that I hardly know where to begin. By all rights, this letter should have been my happiest to date, but, again, fate intervened, for this missive most convey to you the news of Betty Gutkin's demise. She died Dec. 2nd and the details are still a bit hazy. I'm sure you will be just as shocked as we all are. She had been pregnant and lost her baby in the seventh month. Evidently she had a heart attack - it must have been too much for her this time. Her funeral was held in the Bronx today and Mom, Ethel and Mickey attended. Betty had been living in Connecticut and they must have brought her body to N. Y. Ethel came to Adele's birthday party yesterday and had to break the news (Moe called her from N. Y.) and took Mom back to her house and they took an early train this morning.

I'm sorry I had to start off with such news and I know you won't have too much heart for all the other frivolities I have to talk about. This past weekend was one of the most enjoyable I've had to date. On Sat. evening, everyone decided that they didn't want to venture out into the freezing cold that keeps persisting, to attend the party held in Richy's honor. I made up my mind to go. I called Emma and wound up going to the party with Emma and Shirley Stein. We took a cab and split the fare between us.

The party was one of the nicest ever held by the Liebermans. The entire house was decorated with red, white and blue decorations, Richy’s pictures were plastered all over and there were many bouquets of flowers. Gee, but it was good to see Richy after these many years! He looks fine, and the only change I could note was the fact that his hair is not as red as it used to be. He said that he was near Grisley (or something like that) England and very far from you. He had quite a bit of interest to tell us, and I won't go into that here. He had a steady girlfriend and said to me "That girl waited three years for me". He didn't even know that we had a little girl and was quite surprised.

The Liebermans were so excited they didn't know what they were doing. May was in Florida at the time and flew in to be at the party. The Liebermans also celebrated their 36th anniversary and made the affair to cover both his homecoming and their anniversary. They all danced and sang Jewish melodies and the food was delicious. Everyone you can think of was present. Most notable, however, was the presence of Billy and Dolly. I spent most of the evening talking to them. I'm enclosing BilI's address and want you to write to him as soon as you can. I gave him your address, too. He's a T-5 and is attached to Anti-Aircraft. He was terribly nervous and when I asked why, informed me that his outfit was being transferred to Infantry and he was wondering what his chances were. He has an office job at the present time. He is able to come in most every weekend from N. Y. Bill and Dolly drove me home at about 12:30.

Sunday I was busy as a bee, cleaning, shopping, readying the table, getting Adele all prettied up and many other things. I set the table in the dining room with red and blue napkins, paper plates, I had the birthday cake in the center of the table and had dixie cups for the kids, pretzels, potato chips, butter cookies, fig newtons, chocolates, chocolate straws, caramel lollipops, soda water.

Adele was very bewildered by all the goings-on and very quiet, until she really got started. Then she socked this one and banged that one. Those present were: Mrs, Feldman, Sarah, Betty, Pete, Abe, Evelyn (Abe’s girl) Freda (Betty's girlfriend), Fay with Marc and Anne with Richy. Relatives consisted of Ethel, Mickey, Paul, Goldie and Diana. Ruth was here with a girlfriend of my brother Eddie's. It was quite a nice affair. Petey made Adele sit on the steps in the living room and pose for him. We turned on all the lights in the living room and he made two snaps of her, which I'm hoping will tum out. (She looked so darn cute you would have eaten her up). Adele wore her little silk blue and pink pleated dress, blow socks and a blue bow in her hair.

Gee, I forgot to mention "Nanna", who was right beside Adele all the time. We sat the kids around the table and joined them. Petey asked if he could “play” the, "daddy" and lit the candles on the cake. We all helped Adele blow out the three candles.

After we had partaken of the refreshments Mrs. Feldman became impatient and asked me to open up the stack of gifts that had piled up before I knew what had happened. The gifts were as follows: From Anne and Richy: two pairs of white flannel pajamas with little red and blue figures all over them. From Fay and Marc - a lovely wool plaid red and jungle green pleated skirt. From Ethel and Mickey: a fuschia colored wool skirt and bolero jacket, which is trimmed with red and green tyrolean. The skirt is also pleated. From Betty and Nanna: a lovely dress that consists of a white blouse with smocked yoke. There are buttons all about the bottom of the blouse to which is buttoned a pretty plaid cotton flared skirt. Petey and "Ara” gifted "our darling" (That's what they call her) with the loveliest dress of all. It has a blue flared skirt with suspender effect (blue straps over a white blouse) on top. The neckline in the front is trimmed with blue lace effect and has a drawstring to pull it snug to the neck. Each and every gift was absolutely lovely.

We broke up early and I asked some girls over for a gin rummy game in the evening. I had asked them early in the morning, before Ethel came and couldn't very well back out. Mom and Ethel left early and Mic stayed for dinner. After dinner I put Adele to bed and she was very cranky. I took her up at 6:45 and she didn't get to sleep till way after nine. Just as she fell off, the bell rang and in walked the girls, You know Elsie and Fay, but you don't know Heloise and Gladys. I met the latter two through Fay. We taught Goldie the game and played a six handed game. I got off to a marvelous start (as usual) and wound up 20¢ losers, I got to bed by 12.

This morning I stopped at the bank before going to work and bought a $50 bond with my check that had arrived Sat, along with the check from S & D. I also deposited $5 to our account. I thought we would have $1200 in bonds by virtue of this recent purchase, but we only have $1175.

Today was another big day. When I got into work Jessie informed me that she was leaving Friday and that a new girl will take over. I'll probably have to help this new girl a bit. Secondly, the strollers I had been waiting for all these months finally arrived and I took one home with me. I don't know the exact price as yet, since Mr. Bellet left before the price was set and I didn't want to wait to find out. It will probably be around $14. It's a very nice carriage for the money. We really needed the stroller badly, for the walker was just about shot.

When I got home this evening I found your letter of Nov. 17th waiting for me. I had already received mail dated Nov. 13th and had hoped there would be more recent mail. There was nothing in your letter of the 17th that excites any comment on my part. However, there was something else that really excited some comment from me - a registered letter from Jack N. that I'm enclosing for you which had a ten dollar bill in it - for Adele. I had written to Jack N. on Adele's birthday and I needn't tell you just how surprised I was! I shall use the money to pay for the stroller.

I hope to visit Jack in N. Y. if he cannot come here, but, naturally, I shall not make any definite plans. His birthday is Jan. 25th and it may be that he won't be in any condition for visitors for some time. After all, this is going to be a delicate operation. I wonder what his chances are?

And so I bring you up to date on my latest doings and since I want to send a thank you note off to Jack now, I shall close now, baby, not, however, till I've kissed you soundly and told you just once more that I adore you ever so much! As we blew out the candle, I couldn't help saying, "How I wish Phil were here"! I wish that so very much at this moment - -

Good night, baby, I love you -

Your Eve

4 December 1944

My Darling,

Today was a beautiful, sunny day, but the sun gave off little warmth and there was a cold, boisterous wind blowing. However, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and that in itself, is so rare an occurrence over here in England, that it is worthy of mention. I worked steadily most of the day on this month's installment of the Company History. Of course, as is usual, I was interrupted numerous times by other details which had to be attended. But I managed to get it done by the end of the day, so I’m well satisfied. After work, I put on my overcoat and gloves and hiked down to the theater, where I saw Spencer Tracy in “The Seventh Cross". It was an absorbing melo-drama about Nazi Germany in 1936, and I thought it a very interesting sort of film. After the show, I stopped at the Snack Bar for a bite to eat. The Red Cross had brought in a couple of entertainers from London, who sang duets a la Eddy-MacDonald. I listened to them 'til they ended their performance, which was fairly entertaining, and headed back here to the Orderly Room to write this. It is almost 10 o'clock now, so if I end this rather abruptly, you'll understand why. I have a flock of your V-mails to answer tonight. I have arranged them consecutively according to dates, and am just about ready to start. Before I do, though, t want to tell you about the enclosed hankie. Dick Stahle gave it to me some days ago to mail to you, but up 'til now I've forgotten to remember it. He bought it, together with a lot of other stuff, when he was on furlough in Scotland recently. I thought it might go well with your gray lumber-jack dress, if it has a pocket. Anyway, I hope you like it, Sweet. Don't forget to thank Dick for it when you write, as it was his idea that I send it along to you,

Now, to your V-mails - The first one is dated 13 Nov. You said you were "unusually happy" ’cause you received three of my letters that day. The rest of the letter calls for no comment.

Next, the one dated 14 Nov. This one told me about the good news of Eddie's arrival in Charleston. I had been puzzling about his whereabouts all this time, and it certainly was a relief to know that he finally did wind up in the States, I can't understand, though, why he couldn't go straight home from Charleston, I'm sure he's O.K. Now that you mention it, I do remember Gene Forman. I mean I remember you telling me about him. As you know, I answered his letter shortly after I received it, but haven't heard from him since, and I’m certainly not going to write again until he does answer me. Glad to learn that the Vitamin tablets are helping you, Chippie. Yes, do weigh yourself and tell me how fat you are getting (um hm! I can just picture that!). And now, I'm afraid I must sign off, Ev, darling. You know I love you. A kiss for my punkin. Love to all. On second thought, I won't hold this for tomorrow. I'd rather, and I know you'd rather, that you got this a day earlier. Good night, my lovely, I am

As ever, 

Your Phil

Post #522 - December 2, 1944 I Get Particularly Blue When I Must Dress Up and Go Out Without You and As for V-2, I Can Say That I Wasn’t Too Far Away on the One Occasion When I Heard One Explode and Two Letters from Jack Nerenberg

 

Dec. 2, 1944

My Darling,

Your letter of Nov. 13th came through this morning, informing me of your intention to see Harry W. and that you expect to take furlough. By the way, does this furlough decrease your chances for a furlough back to the States? Just curious?

Today, though the sun shone brightly, it was positively freezing out. It was the sort of cold you just can't stand for more than a minute at a time. Even in the sun, which was as bright as ever, it was freezing.

I worked my usual four hours, shopped for some pretzels, potato chips, etc. for Adele's party tomorrow and came directly home. I stopped at a neighborhood store to get Adele some warm underwear and the only thing they had was some panties. I paid 59¢ for one pair of panties and I'm sort of shocked at the size, which is size 8. They fit her perfectly. Of course, panties run in funny sizes, but that seems like such a large size to me. I'm very much in need of undershirts for her and Fay has promised to go into Blauner’s with me some evening so that I may buy all the little things I need for Adele, at the 20% discount. Those "little" items, sure do cost!! I also need socks, jerseys, sleepers and a few more little things.

As you know, tonight is the party for Richy. No one wants to go cause it is too cold, but I'm anxious to see Richy and so I'm going. I called Emma and we are going together. Tell you all about it tomorrow and all about the party, providing I get the opportunity to write. If not, well, I'll write all about it on Monday.

I'm going up to get dressed and I am going to wear my new lemon yellow dress. Gee, but I wish you were going along with me! I hate to go anywhere alone. Snuffy is coming in for the weekend for the last time, for he expects to ship out next week. I'm sorry they can't get up here for the party, for I feel very much as if they will be missing. It's funny how close we've gotten!

And now, honey, I must run, if I'm to go to the party at all. I intend to get back early, for I want to be rested tomorrow. I love you so much, baby, and I get particularly blue when I must dress up and go out without you. Good night, darling, I am and just love being

Your Eve

December 2, 1944

Dearest Evie,

After another busy day, I went to the first show. That just about covers “my day" today. The picture was "Ministry of Fear", with Ray Milland and Marjorie Reynolds. It was a good, suspenseful, spy story. I enjoyed it very much. Then, a bite at the Snack Bar, and back here to my hut to write this. I have a stack of your letters, that arrived within the last few days, to answer; and because it's rather late, I may not finish tonight, but I'll write as much as I have time for, and finish up tomorrow. 

The earliest letter is dated 6 Nov. Here goes: I learned, right off the bat, that Vicki Paula was born on 5 Nov. I've already mailed off a letter to Etta and Nat. You say that you feel better for having written that “longie” of 5 Nov. I'm glad for that, anyway, honey. It does pays sometimes, to get things off your chest. I only hope my letter in reply causes you no more aggravation, las I fear it might). You say you wrote to Gloria on the 5th. I received one from her today - also dated 5 Nov.! That's what I would call reciprocation with a vengeance! By the way, what's the opposite of a “vicious circle”? The rest of this particular letter requires no comment. 

Your contribution on the 7th begins with the good news that Snuffy was scheduled to go to the Aberdeen Proving Grounds. Now, that's what I would call a swell break. It just so happened that his letter informing me of the same happy circumstance arrived by the same post. He also told me how good it was to have Dotty with him. I am glad for both of them. Your second paragraph informed me that you had voted for the first time, and for F.DR., at that! That's getting off on the right foot all right, all right! In reply to your query, I can say "You bet I voted - way before election day, by absentee ballot.” You didn't finish this letter on the 7th, but continued it on the 8th, at which time you express your satisfaction that Pres. Roosevelt was re-elected. You were right in assuming that I was happy about the whole thing, too. Your next sentence made me start, It informed me that Eddie S. "is now in France.” When I think how close I came to traveling way out to Wales to see him, not knowing that he was in France, I'm grateful that circumstances prevented it. Maybe I'll see him in Paris in the spring - maybe - who knows? - So now you're doing book-keeping, too! Well, well, seems there's no end to your versatility, honey. The last few paragraphs are devoted to telling me how badly you feel about the slow delivery of my letters. I'm sorry, Sweet, but just keep your chin up, it'll catch up with you eventually. That's about all I have time for tonight, darling, so I'll just wish you a fond good night, for the time being. I love you very much, Ev, dearest. A kiss for Adele.

3 December 1944 

Hello again, darling! I don't care much for a “serial" letter such as this one is, but sometimes one has no choice.

I was very busy all day today. What with "Soldier's Deposits, Company History, and a few other things, I had my hands full. "Dumbo" is at the base theater tonight, but I passed it up for a nap between 5:00 and 7:30. I was tired! Today's mail brought your V-mail of 14 Nov, telling me that Eddie is home at last - well, near home, anyway, I'm awaiting further details. But let's get on with answering the rest of your mail - I hope! Let's see now - the next letter was started on 9 Nov. when you wrote three short paragraphs at work. Then you didn’t get to write ’til the next day. That was the day you visited Lil to deliver her birthday gift. The powder sample I had requested was enclosed in this letter. I think it has a lovely odor. Il now reposes in my wallet, next to that lock of Adele's hair that you sent me last year. Thanks, Baby. You closed with a query about how V-1 and V-2 "effect" us. What you probably meant, Sweet, was "affected” us. I am permitted to say very little about this, Chippie, but so far they have affected us not at all - as you can plainly see, Nor do I think we have much to fear from either of them here. I have seen and heard quite a number of buzz-bombs, but I can't say under what circumstances. As for V-2, I can say that I wasn't too far away on the one occasion when I heard one explode. That was when I was on my way back to base after seeing the Limey. (Sure would like to know where he is now!) Nothing else in this one to talk about. Next, your V-mail of 12 Nov.

It was all about the party in honor of Vicki Paula. Glad you had such a good time, Sweet, only next time you feel like telling me you had to ride on some male’s lap - please think better of it. I know it is silly of me to mind, but I do. I just squirm at the thought of it. I’m not blaming you, Sweet, for something that is my fault, I’m merely telling you this so that you will think twice before writing in that vein again. I'm very glad that everyone complimented you on your appearance. That, I love to hear.

And now, I'm afraid I must sign off again. It's time for “lights out,” Need I say that I am keeping our “date” at this very moment? My dearest love, Sweet, to you and the punkin. Love to all from

Your Phil

Dec. 2, 1944

Dear Evelyn,

It has troubled me for days; the problem of a birthday gift for Adele. Now it’s come and gone and I’ve done nothing concrete. Believe me though when I tell you that last Saturday while I was in Oklahoma City I went to the kid’s department of a nice store. Okla. City is a pretty rich place and the prices are exhorbitant. I know you could do a lot better with a tenner in Philly than I could here, so here ’tis. And please Ev when you start worrying about mine, remember that I’d want nothing better than a hair brush and will accept nothing else. You can deliver it in person when you come to visit me in N.Y. while I recuperate from the ear operation I’m undergoing Dec. 27, that Dr. Lempert is going to do.

I hope you’re all well as am I. Cripes I weigh 15 pounds more since I stopped smoking Sept. 20th, and I keep gaining. If this keeps up I’ll have to start again. Boy would I love it. My love to you all.

As ever,

Jackie

December 2, 1944

Dear Phil,

I received your most welcome letter. As always, it was a thrill merely to finger the envelope in keen anticipation of absorbing its contents. I wasn’t disappointed.

Phil, in a remote way I sensed what you inferred in relation to your family and you and yours. But to learn that it is significant enough for you to convey to me by written word, that was quite a shock. Phil, I wouldn’t dare say what I am going to if your perceptions couldn’t embrace the thought as from my heart and for the good of yours. I know they will, so here goes:

If Adele has any brothers or sisters or both and if they are taught money principles as have been you and Harry and Jack, then that won’t be good, either. ’Nuff said.

Phil, your letter came a full a month after you dated it. I received it at Borden General Hospital, Chickasha, Oklahoma. I imagine Ev has given you the play by play description. The final score will be this. By March of 1945 I will hear almost normally if all goes well. If it won’t be that way I hope I can tell you in person that the operation worked a little slower for me. In March I will still be here, having returned for observation after being operated on and treated by Dr. Lempert in N.Y.

What you said about Marilyn and me I appreciate very much. Had I received your letter there at Camp Hale I don’t think I could have resisted the urge to show it to her. However, I didn’t receive it there so I don’t know how much it might have altered the strained relations between us at the time due to her inability to decide whom it was she wanted most to please, me or her parents. It had by that time become very obvious that she couldn’t do both. When I left we had been hitting it off fairly well. I was quite gloomy about it all. Now it seems as though we’re quit of each other. Since that seemed quite apparent I entertained no compunctions about escorting a very lovely lady in these parts that says my company is indeed enjoyable to her as is hers to me. I know you think I don’t know my mind. Maybe. But here’s how I look at it. Look at all the experience I’m getting. Brother, I’m going to end up as happily married as you. Wait and see.

Phil, I’m glad you have accepted Denver. When Ev forwards your letter to me—

Phil, as I’ve done before and will do again I set your letter aside for twelve days. I’ve since received your letter pertaining to postwar Denver plans. Phil, it sounds swell. I don’t think your dope on the amount of capital we can raise is correct. If the amount is correct, then the method of getting it must be damned near impossible. However once we get set and have decided to adopt your plan, nothing will stop us.

Here though is the barrier. I am not married. You cannot depend on me until I am. I wasn’t going into a discourse on the subject but I’m afraid I shall have to.

Did it ever occur to you that I am scared of marrying as did Sam and Ann and Len and Lea. I am thankful now in the new light that that affair between Frances (remember on the beach when I told you about it) and me did blow up. I say I am scared because I’m afraid I’d be bored too soon after the sexual angle became taken for granted. You see, I am different from Sam and Len. My life has been in a world different from theirs and Ann’s and Lea’s.

I’ve known and still know three girls, either one of whom I’d marry because their intelligence matches or exceeds mine, but more important, because their college degrees assure me that such are their minds that they’ll be active on that score for many years to come. Don’t misunderstand, I know that a girl that never saw the inside of a high school might be a lovelier person than all three. Here’s what I’m driving at. Two of these girls, Marilyn and Adeline, attracted me immensely. There was something about them that made each date a thing of beauty and interest and continuous humor. Only after several dates with each did I learn of their background. Adeline’s Mom and Dad even hold degrees. Adeline is a swell girl and lots of fun. But Phil, I’m almost positive that we couldn’t hit it off sexually. I’m sure I’m afraid to take a chance. Hence I’m trying, now while I’m in New York to dim our affair down to a friendship stage. (I’m in New York writing from the hospital since this ink turned blue.)

Marilyn, you know about. The last is Marjorie. She isn’t pretty as either but she has everything. Marjorie is my speech teacher. She’s 24. If we can work things out, we’re trying, we’ll be married this year.

If you’re puzzling among other things about what I’d be doing with a speech teacher, it’s this. Speech is part of a course given at Borden General Hospital where I was between October 14 and December 20, 1944, in Chickasha, Oklahoma. You see that’s one of three hospitals in the States that receives deafened patients. Mostly they are combat casualties. Many are like me. There is a definite procedure in these cases consisting of classes in lip reading, classes in auricular training (how to listen) and classes in speech. All that plus being fitted with the hearing aid that suits the patient best. Then after two months which included the above 95% are discharged.

I, after being routed there from Camp Hale when the engineer board closed down, was indignant. All I wanted was leave to get the Lempert operation and godamit nothin’ else. They calmed me down and promised me a 30 day sick furlough after two months of their special treatment. That’s how I met Marjorie. That’s how I got here. I’ll try for a 15 day extension which I need for treatment by Lempert in the last phases of ear drainage due to the operation. At some later date I’ll write more to you about both the results of the operation and Marjorie. Incidentally when I mentioned Phil Strongin to her and what I thought of the bum she said “I hope he doesn’t call me Marilyn.”

As ever,

Jack

P.S. I’m eleven days past the operation. Just the merest bit dizzy, and going to Sam and Anne Monday. Today is Saturday, January 6, 1945. May this be the year you all come home.

P.P.S. I return to Borden Hosp. around Feb. 1st.

My address is

Ward C-12

Borden General Hosp.

Chickasha, Oklahoma