Post #533 - December 19, 20, 1944 I’m Wondering What You Make of the New German Offensive

 

Dec. 19, 1944

Dearest Phil,

No mail from you for two days, and I'm not complaining yet. I am again typing this at the office, for things have been very slow this week. Most wholesalers’ Christmas season is over, except for little last minute rush orders that most of them take along.

Phil and Emma came over last night and stayed for about two hours. Phil's first comment on Adele was, *There isn't anything babyish about her anymore". So you see, honey, she is to be considered “our” little girl now. It's a pity she couldn't be your baby, though she was as much as such circumstances permit, but I'm sure she’ll love being your little girl. I'm just hoping she won't be your “big" girl! It's too damn possible to suit me.

I'm wondering what you make of the new German offensive. You're always so optimistic, you know, and I can't help wondering at your reaction. I just can't be optimistic nohow and I'm sure I won't be till I actually see you in the flesh.

Remember my white bunny jacket? I think I paid $10 for it about five years ago. I saw the same jacket in Gimbels window the other day and the price tag nearly floored me - $22.95. Now ain’t that sumpin’?

Eddie called the folks the other night and they intend to go out to see him for Christmas. He expects to be shipped to a Vets Home to convalesce after a while. I think the particular place he mentioned is in Coatesville, Pa. He told the folks quite a bit about the good advice you gave him, etc. Eddie was afraid that you would think he was using you as a sucker by his writing to you so frequently and not replying In kind. I assured him you wouldn't, and that I would more or less write for him.

It snowed yesterday and there was a thin blanket of snow over all this morning. Adele became very excited when she saw it and I promised to let her walk in the snow. When my mother came over, I dressed her warmly and put on her galoshes (she's always reminding someone to put theirs on) and let her walk about in it for a while. Then we put her in the stroller, bundled her up with blankets, cause it was very, very cold, and headed for Broad St. where I take the subway. We stopped at the bank to show Adele the Christmas tree that is all lit up with little electric bulbs inside. While there I bought a $25 bond (I had some stamps and wanted to convert them into a bond). I got to bed early last night and had a good night's rest. So I feel pretty good today.

As you can readily see, there isn't much of anything I can write about today, but I didn't do so badly, huh? I love you so much, baby! Mr. Chase is here from N.Y. and will be our guest at dinner this evening. Wish very much that you could be here.

Your Eve

Dec. 20, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I brought this stationery along with me to work??? for there isn't a thing to do. Every once in a while I have a few minor things to do, but for the most part I can't see any point to my coming in at all. I sure will feel guilty about taking this week's pay!

Last night, as Mr. Bellet, my dad and I were about to leave the place, we noticed that the burglar alarm system was out of order. We had to get a man to repair it and never did leave here till almost seven o'clock. I had thought Mr. Chase would be waiting for me for dinner, but he decided to stay at Ethel's cause it was much too cold and too icy to risk travel,

I had my dinner, brought Adele over, let her play a while and took her up. I didn't bathe her last night, but washed her around thoroughly and "bruz da teese". (brushed her teeth, for your information). She hates to go to sleep and will think of a dozen excuses for being taken out of her crib. *Mommy, make sissy, or, Mommy, want a drink of watee or want to go downstairs," etc. until I almost become exasperated with her. By that time, she notes that I am sort of upset and leaves me alone for exactly two seconds. When I say, "Want a licking" she says no and turns over. This was about 9:30. She simply will not go to bed early, even if I put her into the crib at 7:30. She’ll toss and turn and hours can pass before she'll go to sleep.

I informed her that I had to clean her shoes and left the room. I did the aforementioned and washed a few pieces. After that I wrote letters to Gloria, Jack S. and Milt Brown. Then I made myself some tea and knitted on Diana's sweater a little while. I also listened to the radio the while. About 11:15, I went up, washed and hit the hay. And so went another evening -

I did forget to mention that I received a letter from Jack N. yesterday. He will be in N.Y. on Dec. 22nd and asks me to come to N.Y. about the second week in January to visit him at the hospital. I think I shall enclose the letter. I haven't any idea of where he'll be in N.Y., but, undoubtedly, he'll contact me once arrived in N.Y. I don't want to go to N. Y. unless I can go for about three days. Otherwise, it's really a waste of both time and money. I would like to spend one day with Jack, one with Gloria, (doing the town) and one to visit the relatives. If I can arrange it thusly, I shall go to N.Y. Do you realize, honey, that I haven't been to N. Y. since our vacation to Brighten Beach about two and a half years ago? Things certainly have changed since then!

As I sit and contemplate, especially the cold, hard fact that I shall not see you for a long time yet, I get a heavy sinking feeling throughout me and it does me a whole lot of no good, Phil, darling, strong, true love is the most wonderful thing in this cruel world and it gives one a strength that cannot be equalled. It's miraculous the way one will endure many hardships when in love that he would not endure otherwise. I miss you more keenly with the passing of each day and I'm hoping, almost desperately, that the days between now and our reunion will not be many. God bless you, dearest, and keep you safe and well for

Your ever lovin’
Eve

Post #532 - December 18, 1944 Most of the Boards Were Checking on Their Men Between the Ages of 26 and 27 and My Failure to Send Gifts Home This Year was Due to the Fact that I Had No Money Available

 

Dec. 18, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Either I am rushed to death or have nothing to do. At the moment, I have nothing to do and rather than watch the time pass, I thought it would be a good idea to get this off to you. I happened to have this form in my purse (just for such emergencies) and am taking advantage of the opportunity to write to you.

I was so tired yesterday that I could barely drag myself about. Saturday was much too much for me and I'm most anxious to catch up on my rest this week. Last night I bathed, washed and set my hair, filed my nails, etc. and got to bed about 10:50. I feel lots better today, but feel that another good night's rest will fix me up just right.

Harry and Goldie went into town last night and her dad called while they were gone to inform us that they are coming to Philly over Xmas weekend. I noticed an envelope addressed to Harry from Selective Service as of a recent date laying in the telephone cabinet and though he mentioned nothing of it to me, he must have been asked about his occupational status. Most of the boards were checking on their men between the ages of 26 and 27 and that must have been what it was.

I think Harry is making out very well, though they only say "fairly.” They have been spending quite a bit of late and it has to come from somewhere. He loves being his own boss and I can't say that I blame him.

Phil and Emma promised to stop over this evening so they might see Adele and I may not get the opportunity to write, so I'm glad of the break now. Today, by the way, I am wearing, for the first time since I received it, the fuschia colored blouse Gloria gave me for my birthday. I am also wearing my black velvet skirt and the only reason I'm wearing such a fancy outfit to work is that I haven't anything else. Boy, both you and I are going to need a new wardrobe when you get back. It sure will be fun shopping for such articles and I only hope it isn't too far off.

As I gaze at the date on this letter, it strikes me that today marks your 16th month in England. If that is the case your 18 months will be up on Feb. 18th. If only they'd send you home for our anniversary and let you stay here - - - just dreaming, ’scuse please - I can dream, can’t I?

My cousin Bella is getting married this coming Sunday, but I may not be able to attend the wedding unless I take Adele along with me, as Mom will be too busy with the company to take care of Adele. We shall see. In the meantime, honey, know that I love you ever so much and that love grows ever stronger? (is it possible?) with the days.

Devotedly,

Your Eve

18 December 1944 

Dearest Chippie,

No mail again today—the delivery has never been so poor before, and I'm almost as disgusted as you usually profess to be when my letters are slow coming through,

It was another dull, rainy, foggy day, and, one thing added to another, I was pretty well in the dumps - So I went to the early movie to see “Make Your Own Bed." It was a darned good comedy, and lifted my spirits somewhat. The versatile Jack Carson and Alan Hale played their “empty-headed” roles to perfection. Jane Wyman made a very comely heroine. Her love scenes with Carson were the hottest I've seen on the screen in a long, long time – and the funniest.

I hope, Chippie, that you didn't think too unkindly of me when Christmas came and went and no gift was forthcoming from me. Truly, Sweet, I've been feeling mighty uncomfortable about it, and, as the holiday draws nearer, the feeling increases. You know, of course, that my failure to send gifts home this year was due to the fact that I had no money available for it. Next pay, however, should see me entirely clear of debt - the first time in months, for which fact I’m duly grateful. If I manage to get a few pounds ahead, I’ll send it along, Chippie, you may depend on it.

About sending my civilian shoes, (I've forgotten to answer your query in my last four letters) I remember the “fancy” pair, and they'll be O.K., but I just can’t picture the other pair. However, if they are not too beat up (the tops, I mean) send them along, too, - later. I can get them half-soled and heeled in town.

That's about all I can think of to write at the moment, honey, so I'll sign off now. All my love to you and the punkin, sweetheart. My love to all,

Ever,

Your Phil

Post #531 - December 17, 1944 If It Were Anyone Else I Doubt Very Much That the Person Would Have Lived and I Still Feel Myself a Pretty Fortunate G.I.

 

Dec. 17, 1944

Darling Sweetheart,

As I suspected, there was no time whatever to get a letter to you yesterday. As it was, I was up almost 24 hours without a minute's rest. To begin with I arose at 5:45, as on Saturdays I have to get into the place early and that means getting off to an early start. Mr. Bellet had promised to pick me up at 8:10 and I intended to be ready. By 8 sharp I had finished washing and dressing both Adele and myself, had cleaned my room, made the beds, made breakfast for both of us and cleaned up the kitchen. My mom came over at 8 and took Adele right over to her house. Just at that moment Mr. Bellet and my dad started to honk for me. I got into the place at 8:30 and worked until 1:30, which is more hours than I ever worked before on a Saturday. My pay amounted to $27.65 and after deductions were made, I received $26.59.

I had promised Miss Hahn, the evening previous, that I would positively see her this Saturday, as it is so close to Christmas and she wanted me to help her out a bit. I hadn't been there for many weeks and since she was holding an order of stationery that Gloria had ordered a few weeks ago, I decided to go up and kill two birds with one stone; work for her and pick up the stationery.

I took a sandwich and an apple with me and ate it at Bellet's before leaving. I headed straight for Hahn's and arrived a few minutes after two. She had very easy work for me, such as addressing Christmas cards, a bit of typing, etc. We quit at 6 promptly and she handed me $2.50 and ten cents for my bus fare. So, actually, honey, I made over $30 this week, but I gave my mother a few extra dollars for spending such long hours with Adele. This was my best week to date, but every single penny of it is to be spent on gifts.

Right after Christmas I'm going to get myself a few necessities. I have only two skirts and one dress (my blue and dubbonet wool) to wear to work and am getting very, very tired of all three. I need two or three little sport dresses for work, so that I'll have a few changes. I figure that after Christmas I should be able to pick up some bargains.

As I told you in an earlier letter, Phil Strongin is in on furlough and Emma had a shindig at her house for him last night. Mom and I didn't get there till 10:30, but we were almost the first to arrive.

Adele simply would not go to sleep last night and I was very, very tired and aggravated with her. I hadn't intended to go, but thought better of it and decided to go, tired or no.

Before I go any further, let me tell you, baby mine, that I received three gorgeous hunks of mail from you (one containing the handkerchief) and a lovely letter from Syd, which I intend to enclose. The "lovely" part of it, in case you're wondering, is the part that he's coming home. I think he's doing the smartest thing, under the circumstances. Lots of people tell me to tell you to take a furlough if and when you can get, cause you're not supposed to turn down anything the Army gives you. If they give it - take it, is the advice of all. I wonder -

Your letters were those of Dec. 2-3, 4,5, (Syd's was dated the 10th). and each one was nicer than the proceeding one. I enjoyed them so much, that I'm still rereading them.

I shall try to comment on your letters first, before telling you anything of the party.

I shall try to get the film you request and will send it along shortly. I noted that you had received mail on the 5th Dec. from me dated Nov. 27th and that's pretty good.

I thought the handkerchief very lovely, sweet, and would appreciate if you would convey my thanks to Dick for it. It certainly was nice of him to send it along for me. I particularly like such souvenirs.

There was a delivery of mail this morning and lo and behold - your letter of Nov. 25th came through. In it you tell me what I had already written to you that the locket is too big for little Adele. Would you mind very much I wore it sometimes?

Will you please show this letter to Red and tell him that Adele is writing the following: Thank you, "Uncle Red" for your patience and thoughtfulness which made possible the pretty "yocket" daddy gifted me with on my birthday. You may consider yourself soundly hugged and kissed and I hope very much that you and daddy will soon be coming home. Mommy is rather fond of my "yocket" and I'm afraid she'll be wearing it more than I. Thank you so much!

The party, last night, was nice - a quiet affair for a change. Lena remarked, "Only in my house do they carry on". The whole crowd and Emma's family were present, as on the other occasions. Etta brought along some snaps of Vicki and she is coming along nicely. Perhaps they will send you one shortly. I also reminded Goldie that you would like to see what your niece looks like, if and when she gets around to sending a picture off.

Sylvia, Milt's girl, was there with the Browns as usual and this evening she displayed a lovely wrist watch with four rubies (Milt had sent home a money order and requested the family to buy it for her). Syl sure did look pretty last night. She's quite an attractive girl. She's very short, but well built and has a lovely bust. She wore a very low cut dress and the guys were kidding her no end.

I'm almost afraid to mention this for fear of what you may feel, but I'll chance it. I danced several dances with Phil, who is quite an accomplished dancer and enjoyed that immensely. He found me very easy to lead and I soon fell into step. Phil looks swell. It's funny, somehow, the fact that I was dancing with a "Phil Strongin", but there was no feeling whatever. I felt a little funny at first, cause I am taller than he and I was wearing high heels.

The food was delicious, and there was plenty of it and stuff to drink. Uncle Sam was telling us of an accident he had at the Navy Yard. A large piece of iron fell right on his chest (if it were anyone else I doubt very much that the person would have lived), and he has been receiving treatments on his chest, right over the heart. He feels alright considering, but it was quite a narrow escape. He dragged me out just before we were supposed to leave and gave me a huge jar of sour tomatoes that he had pickled himself, which I thought was very nice of him. Mr. & Mrs. Harris (Morty Harris' folks) (Cookie's husband) were present and it was the first time I had met them. Mrs. H. is a tall, lovely woman, but Mr. H. is a tiny, ugly runt and the combination appalled me. I got home and to bed as soon as possible Today the Browns received a letter from Syd, dated Dec. 8th telling them that he is coming home, but it may be a little while yet. I do not have time to start another sheet, baby, and I am most anxious to catch a short nap before Adele awakes. I'll try to write much more tomorrow, but don't hold me to it. I adore you, my own sweet darling and am

Your Eve

17 December 1944 

Evelyn, darling,

After missing “Fantasia” here and there for the past years, I finally caught up with it this evening at the Station Theater. I enjoyed it very much. It was a novel experience. The music was beautiful, and the picture-images that Disney dreamed up were entirely in keeping with both the  import and rhythms of the music. It was actually a let-down to have to get back to reality after the show was over.

There was no mail today, and I’m pretty much at a loss for things to write. Seems like the ole routine has me firmly in its clutches again, and that always makes for a dearth of news.

Just by way of filling space, I might mention that the weather has been pretty miserable here of late. We have still to experience really cold weather, but I think I’d trade the gray, wet, chilly weather for some clear, crisp, sunny days, however cold.

Well, Chippie, taking stock of the situation, I am moved to remark that it is just one week to my second Christmas here in England. Everything considered, it hasn’t been a bad year, and I still feel myself a pretty fortunate G.I. Then, too, if I accomplished nothing else since last Christmas, I’ve attained to the circumstance of being currently a full year closer to my dearest ambition - the day of our reunion.

Nothing else to report right now, honey, except that t still love you very, very much. (Truth to tell, I can hardly think or feel anything else). I miss my punkin more, as the days go by, too. Tell her that her Dad loves her very much. My love to all.

Ever,
Your Phil

Post #530 - December 15, 1944 My Brother Eddie Called Yesterday and Told the Folks to Come Up to See Him Christmas and We Either Make the Break Shortly After I Get Back—Or Never!

 

Dec. 15, 1944

My Sweet,

No mail for three days now, and I'm hoping it won't hold off as it did before. Your last letter was dated Dec. 1 and when you consider that that is two weeks old, well—

My brother Eddie called yesterday and told the folks to come up to see him Christmas, providing he doesn't get home before then.

It has been very cold the past few days. The house, however, is kept very, very warm and when we're inside I can't believe it's so cold out.

I called Mike Nerenberg this evening to see what is new with him. He informed me that he had received your letter and had written a reply, but had lost your address and could not mail it. He said he tried to reach me last night but that the phone was busy most of the evening and he got disgusted trying to reach me. (must have been the party line) I gave him your address and he promised to mail your letter off first thing tomorrow. He also told me that he is leaving next month and knows his destination, but he probably told you all about it.

I also called Dot and learned that Snuff is back at Camp Claiborne, La. and she thinks he is in an overseas outfit. I keep asking Dot to come up and spend a weekend or a day with me, but she keeps putting it off. Besides, it would be difficult for me to put Harold up for a night, for I don't have an extra crib, as Dot does.

I’ve also decided to have Adele's picture made at a photographer's after the first of the year. I intend to go to Lorsten (the photographer that made both Gloria's and my brother Seymour's pictures) who has opened a new studio on Chestnut St. Ann had Richy’s picture taken there and it is very lovely. Perhaps you have other suggestions. I did want to have her picture made on her second birthday, but finances, at the moment, will not permit. Adele is just at the stage where she could take one of those pictures with her legs crossed, reading a book, etc. and it's been quite a while since I had a picture made of her.

Adele's new stroller is a blessing, if anything. My mom can do all her shopping and has room to store all her packages in the carriage. Adele can be wrapped from head to foot in an Indian blanket and keeps warm as toast. The only part of her that shows is her nose and eyes. She reminds me of a papoose at times. I wish very much, sweetness, that you could hear the apple of your eye sing the first three lines of "School days". She has quite a remarkable memory for she can rattle off many rhymes that I had thought sure she had forgotten. Guess you won't mind if’n I rattle off just one more phrase, one that I've rattled about for a long time now - right - I adore you, Phil, darling and am

Your Eve


15 December 1944 

My Dearest,

Just received your mail of 5 Dec/44 containing the sad news of Betty's death. I was, of course, profoundly shocked, and my heart goes out to Sol and all the Gutkins. I too, was fond of Betty, and it grieves me that she won't be among those present when I return home. What more is there to say, except "Rest in Peace"? All the crying and moaning in the world won't change what happened even by a little bit. But some people never seem to learn that indisputable fact - that is why I’m so angry and disgusted with Mom for carrying on as she did. Will she never grow up? - And what call did she have to throw a fainting spell at Betty's grave? I'll bet anything that she has hardly even  given her a thought for months past. I can't help feeling that Mom goes out of her way to attend funerals for the sheer pleasure she takes in her emotional "binges.” If she loved Betty so much, why didn't she go to see her while she was alive and well? No Sweet, the whole thing smells of hypocrisy to me, and I'm just about fed up with Mom's childish tantrums. She's old enough to know that dying is a natural phenomenon, and should be mature enough to treat it as such. If she knows she can't control her emotions, she should damn well stay away from funerals. Instead, she goes a coupla hundred miles out on her way (which she would hardly consider under happier circumstances to make a spectacle of herself, to tear down her health and probably to be sick for weeks afterward. Do you wonder that I’ve lost patience with her, Chippie? And is Harry so helpless, or so obtuse that he couldn't have prevented her from going? You can bet your life she wouldn’t have gotten the chance to indulge her talent for morbid histrionics had I been there! But like you, Sweet, t'd prefer to change the subject - God knows, it's not a pleasant one!

I was glad to learn that the difficulties about your grand-mother's estate were amicably settled. I'd like to know the details - if your Mom don't mind!

You mention Goldie's surprising you by cooking supper and cleaning up the bath room. Seems there's good in everyone, however reluctant they may be to indulge it.

You also talk about Jack N's letter that you received that day requesting the “business plans." No, darling. I wasn't angry with you for not considering it as fully as (I) wanted (you) to." But I have already written al length to tell you that I was disappointed at your reaction. I hope, Sweet, that I did something towards clearing up the “complications” you mention here in my long letter on the subject. I guess I may as well confess that I've just about stopped thinking about the venture. I'm very much afraid that you spoiled my appetite for it by your very apparent hesitancy to make the plunge. Do not think for a minute, honey, that I’ll be in any position a few months after I return to civilian life to make the break. Not a bit of it - I’ll be busy at some job or other making the weekly wage to support us, and it's neither wise nor easy to toss up a job once one has it. The way I see it - we either make the break shortly after I get back - or never! But I have no intention of trying to talk you into anything - I just didn't want you to have any illusions on the score, Baby. No hard feelings, I assure you and no recriminations afterward, either. Always remember, Chippie, it was your choice, and you made it—

That's about all for now, sweetheart. My dearest love to you and our punkin. God keep you well! Love to all from

Your adoring
Phil

From postmarked envelope dated December 15, 1944

Dear Ev,

Glad to know of what you did.

Terribly shocked about Betty. Doesn’t seem possible. Brings to mind the boy here that woke up five days after he was knocked out by a shell’s concussion. He lost his hearing. Says he didn’t know a thing. For all he knew he could have been in heaven or hell when he opened his eyes in a hospital. So it isn’t too bad I guess, when our time must come, for us whose time has come.

Ev, I’ll be as per schedule. N.Y. on the 22. Do come and visit me in the hospital around the second week in January. I’d sure like to see you, honey. I’ve lots to say; plenty that’s surprising too.

Please convey my regrets to Phil. I can’t settle down to writing to him. He’ll have to wait a few months now. I have three pages started, and I thought his last letter was swell and I’d like to be able to become partners with him, but I can’t write. Maybe I’ll change my mind on the train. Regards to all.

Love,

Jackie

Post #529 - December 14, 1944 You Can’t Get a $1000 Policy for Your Child If You are not Insured for at Least $3000 Yourself and It’s the First Time I Slept in a Comfortable Bed for a Full Year

 

Dec. 14, 1944

My sweet,

No mail again today, but I am writing again, even though it may be difficult to fill up the page. I felt unusually lousy today and I'm sure you know why.

I took the bus to go to work today and since I missed one just as I got to Tenth St. I walked over to Ann's and waited there for the next one. Tony is now In Germany and naturally, Ann is kind of worried about him.

George, Mr. Bellet's son has to leave Dec. 27th and I doubt very much If he'll get out of it this time. As you must know, the Selective Service is also clamping down on men between the ages of 26 and 37, as too many of them have quit their defense jobs. Both Mr. Bellet and George have been very nice this week and I'm very fond of the new girl. She's a good worker and we both cooperate fully. It makes the job more pleasant. Mr. Bellet can be very nice when he wants to and I only wish he would want to more often. I was really thinking seriously of leaving him, but if things continue as they are I am more than satisfied. I worked quite a few extra hours this week and expect to have a nice pay.

Phil Strongin called me just a little while ago and asked us all over to a party being given for him this Saturday night to be held at Emma's house. I recognized his voice immediately and he was flattered,

This morning I felt very crampy and several times I practically doubled up with pain. When Adele saw me double up she ran over and said, "What’s sa matter, Mommy" "Tiss, Mommy”! (she wanted to kiss me ).

I interrupted this long enough to put Adele to bed and wash a few pieces. Our insurance man is here and is trying to sell Harry insurance. Of course, Harry is not interested in insurance for himself, but he wants to take out a policy for Diana. You can't got a $1000 policy for your child if you are not insured for at least $3000 yourself. Did you know that? If you hadn't been in the Army we probably would not have been able to take such a policy. I also learned a few other things about insurance, and learned that I was misinformed as to this conversion business. I had thought you could convert your Army Insurance to a civilian policy - but that's the bunk, according to our insurance man. Time will not permit me to go into further detail now, sweetheart, for it is getting very late and yours very lovingly should like very much to get some shuteye.

I'm so hungry for you right now, that were you here I’d simply eat you up and be done with it. Come to think of it - then I wouldn't have you. Well, I’ll just take a nice big bite - okay? I yove you so much (as Adele would say)

Your Eve

14 December 1944

Darling Evie,

After I finished writing to you last night, I busied myself with the oysters. Boy, did I have troubles - don’t ask!! But Evelyn has told you how it all came out (she read her letter to you to me), and, as the saying goes - "all's well that ends well." Beside the oysters, which were rather small, we had steak and french fries for supper, which we sat down to at 10:30. Really, I should have been starting back to base at that time, but on calling for a cab to take me to where our trucks were parked, I was told that they weren't sending any cabs out due to the thick fog, which made driving dangerous. There was nothing for it, then, but to spend the night there. I called the CQ and told him to inform Sgt. Murphy that I would be late coming in. After supper, we loafed around, and talked until almost 1:00 A.M. Then we decided to call it a day. Ev and Bert have been sleeping in the “middle room" because it is warmer than their own front bed-room, which I used. Chippie, it's the first time I slept in a comfortable bed for a full year, and it certainly was a luxury! The last time was when I took a room at the Imperial Hotel about this time last year. 

This morning, I had breakfast with Evelyn (Bert had risen early to catch a train to Romford, where his folks live) and then caught a bus into town. Before I left the house, though, I had called the motor-pool at the base to find out when a truck would be coming in. I had about two hours to kill, so I loafed around the Red Cross Club for a while. When it was almost time to catch the truck back to base, I walked down to the corner, where I knew I could flag him down. However, before the truck I was looking for showed up, a British civilian offered me a lift. Unfortunately, the base is a coupla miles from the main road, so I hiked the rest of the way. Naturally, the first thing I looked for when I walked into the Orderly Room, was my mail. I was pretty disappointed to find there was nothing for me.

And that, Sweet, is about all there is to report to date. I'm spending tonight in the hut, ’cause it’s damp and cold outside, and I’m rather tired. In a word, I'm in no mood to make the usual trek to the Aero Club for a few sandwiches and coffee. Think I'll turn in early for a change—

Good night, my darling. A big hug and kiss for Adele. I love you both so very much! Love to all.

Your devoted
Phil

Post #528 - December 13, 1944 My Brother Sy Took Quite an Extensive Tour - Around the Panama Canal to Sunny California and A Letter from Evelyn Woolf

 

Dec. 13, 1944 

Dearest Darling,

No mail whatever today, but I can't complain, after receiving so much these past few days. I wasn't going to write this evening, but decided to try to fill up this page somehow, so I wouldn't have to skip.

I got Goldie a high chair for Diana from our place that is a real beauty. It was delivered today. It is made of that very light wood and ls padded with red and cream leather.

Ah - I do have some nows that will interest you. My brother Sy took quite an extensive tour - around the Panama Canal to sunny California. On his last liberty he went to Hollywood, of all places! He said they had trouble with two subs and had to sleep in life belts two nights. The engine of the ship broke down and it took 14 hours to get it working again. His address used to be c/o New York, but now it's San Francisco, Calif. Guess he'll see some action in the Pacific before he's through.

Was interrupted by a call from none other than Lil. I had called three times and failed to catch her and she finally got me. She was glad to know that you had received the package. I told her that you had "almost” forgiven her for not writing. Guess that hit home, cause she said a letter would be forthcoming.

It’s rather late (hence all the typographical errors) and I'm sort of sleepy, Adele fell asleep a short while ago, after telling me all the nursery rhymes she knows. She goes right through “Jack and Jill" and "Little Bo Peep” without any aid whatever, and it's pretty distinct, She particularly likes to have me tell her the story of the three little pigs, one with the straw house one with the stick house, and one with the brick house. She loves the part about how the “big bad wolf says knock, knock, knock, let me come in” and the piggy says "no, no, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin". Then the wolf huffs and puffs and blows the house in, etc.

When I asked her to say another nursery rhyme for me, she said, "No, Mommy not now, I'm too tired". There is a picture of a very funny looking man (advertising some rug cleaning substance) in a store window on Fifth St. On day when my mother happened to pass the place Adele noticed the picture and now all she talks about is "the funny man on Fifth St." and you can't pass the store without letting her look at the picture.

She's still talking about the "yocket" you sent her. It's really a shame that it is so big. I'm afraid to trust her with it, just yet, anyway. I sure she’ll grow into it. Guess I didn't do so badly, cause I've just about managed to fill this up. Got one more thing to tell you - you know - I’ll bet a little birdie told you - right! I love you my darling! A kiss from

Your Eve

20 Barn Hill Ave.

Old Heath

Colchester

13th Dec. 1944

Dear Evelyn,

At long last I can steal a few moments to sit down and write to you. First and foremost I must thank you for your gifts to my baby.

Did I say baby? I should not, as today he is half a year old, and on the way to being an old man. Bless him. He really is very forward for his age. He sits up on his own, and already has two teeth.

The rattle is real cute and has such pretty colours, every time that Nigel sees it he gets excited, his arms and legs get stiff and his face red, it is his favourite toy.

The bottles are coming in real handy too. I haven’t seen Pyrex bottles before. They are very sensible and such a pleasure to use, when you don’t have to worry about if the bottle will break when it gets too hot.

(Interlude for Supper)

Phil is here tonight, and he has taught us something new. Fried oysters, and they really are good. I had not tried them before. I did not know that they were as filling and to follow we had steak and chips. So now we all can’t move. We are just sitting around. Just waiting for the coffee to boil. Phil is staying the night, as it is too foggy to get back to camp.

Your husband certainly likes Nigel. I think he reminds him of Adele. He says she looked just like him. She must have been a beautiful baby, or maybe I am prejudiced.

I forgot to mention that Phil opened the oysters, (with my help.) I swung the hammer, and he held the knife. It’s a wonder we are both alive. Phil and I came in from town early to put the baby to bed and get dinner ready. When Bert came home, we were both on the floor hammering away at the oysters. Boy did he laugh, and did Phil and I get mad when Bert showed us how easy it was to open them with a knife.

Coffee is boiling so I must say, Cheerio for now. Phil sends his love and is enclosing a letter. Let’s hear from you soon.

Yours Sincerely,

Evelyn Woolf

Post #527 - December 11, 12, 1944 Mom Gave All the Gruesome Details Concerning Betty & Sol

 

Dec. 11, 1944

Dearest Sweetheart:

Boy, did I have a stack of mail today. Between Saturday and today I received a total of ten letters from you. Now that's what I call mail! Today I received your letters of Nov. 19, 20, 22 and 23rd, one of which contained the franc. Saturday I had mail up to the 29th of Nov., so you see how disorderly my ideas are concerning your activities. However, after rereading each letter carefully and rearranging all of them, I have a pretty good idea of what has kept you occupied from the 15th to the 29th. They all made fine reading, and I read the one about your meeting with Limey to Ethel.

Also in the mail for me was a cute Xmas greeting from Milt Brown, a long letter from Jack, who is most anxious to have a picture of you (brother Jack) and an invitation to my cousin Bella's wedding, to be held at Rabbi Brenner's on Sunday, Dec. 24th.

It certainly was swell to get all that mail, after waiting for so long. I'm hoping that the mail will be more regular now. After all, it is almost two weeks since the 29th and I was accustomed to getting mail from you in five days. I'd much rather have my mail spread out, than wait so long for it.

I'm glad you enjoyed your furlough and I wish, very much, that I'll soon be by your side. Just the thought of it makes me tingle with delight. I'm glad, too, that you enjoyed and was proud of the letter I wrote to the Woolfs. How dare they kid you!

I don't believe I've told you that Adele will answer the following: What's your daddy's name? "Philip" (not quite as distinctly as we would say it, but nevertheless clear). What's mommy's name? "Avelyn" Now when she is asked who sent her the locket, she replies, "Daddy, Philip". She also told everyone that "Nannom Trongin went to New York". When I bring her home from my mother's Mom usually asks her to give her (Mom) a kiss. Adele replies, “Wait till I get. undressed, Nanmom."

Mom gave all the gruesome details concerning Betty & Sol. No one knew Betty was pregnant until her fifth month. She had hoped to surprise everyone this time. Sol had an excellent position and they were living in Springfield, Mass. He made $100 a week and received a bonus of $500 semi-yearly, besides his salary. They had a two-story house, furnished with the best that could be bought. Betty just bought and bought and bought. Once, when Frada visited them she asked Sol why he let her spend so much money recklessly. He told Frada that she never did have many things and that she could buy all her heart desired.

She was about to enter her seventh month. One night she began to cough and Sol became alarmed. He called the doctor and the doctor suggested that she go to the hospital. She had begun to stain, too. The baby hadn't always been dead, as I had thought. She felt life at the correct time, but the baby died because it was not quite seven months. It was a blond boy - just what she had hoped to have. She had ordered a lovely bedspread and drapes for their bedroom just before going to the hospital. Immediately after having the baby, she told Sol, who was with her, that they had everything they wanted - except a baby. She told him that when she became well she wanted to have another and he said anything she wanted was okay with him. She asked him to take care of the order she had placed. She suddenly found it difficult to breathe and had to be placed in an oxygen tent. Sol was beside her all the time and she died in his arms before anyone knew what had happened - of a blood clot. She had said, just a few minutes earlier, that she had never felt better in her life.

Need I go on? He spent over a $1000 on her funeral, had her body sent to the Bronx for the funeral and carried on like a mad man. Mom said he had fainting spells and fell right at her feet on the cemetery. His bosses are crazy about him. They gave him a check for $500 before he left for the Bronx and mailed him $200. more - so that he would not have to think of anything in that connection. Sol has no one, except his father, who lives in California and an Uncle in N.Y. He had to go back to Mass. alone to take care of the matter of the house, etc. The Gutkins called his bosses and warned them not to let him alone for a minute.

Sol wrote a 13 page letter to the chaplain of Izzy's company, asking him to break the news gently to him, pouring his heart forth in the letter. He is trying to have Izzy sent back to the States, so that he can help comfort his parents in their distress. 

Life can be so bitter!

Your letter of Dec.1 came this morning and I thought it fairly good as concerns traveling time, when you consider how long it took for all the others to get here. It informed me that you had received S & D’s package, Etta & Nat's package and a few letters from me.

I sent off a v-mail today (Dec 12) that I typed at the office. I told you in that letter that I would finish this one at home, since I did not get the opportunity to complete it last night.

It's kind of late now, sweetness, and so I must take my leave, much as I hate to. I want so much to love you, baby! I adore you, Phil, dear. See ya tomorrow, honey.

Your Eve

P.S. Enclosed is Carmella's picture from Zelda. Please return it immediately!

Dec. 12, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I am typing this at work, as I had the form with me and there is a lull. I started a "longie" to you last night, but couldn't finish it, as Mom walked in with Rae and we all got to talking. Mom received a letter from Zelda with two small pictures of Carmella enclosed. I shall try to remember to enclose her picture in my letter, but you must return it, for Mom wants me to send it to Jack also. It seems Carmella is becoming a typist. She isn't pretty, but there is something very appealing about her.

After I posted my letter to you Sunday night, my dad came rushing in to inform me that Eddie was on the phone and would I like to speak with him. Well, I just rushed right over and spent a full 15 minutes talking to Eddie via telephone. Imagine, he was right here in Philly, but could not call or see us! 70 fellows were brought in for a good time by a Red Cross escort and taken right back. He told me a little about his experiences this time - the accident in England, that he was a gunner, etc. I asked him how he felt and he said he felt fine, except for occasional headaches. I also asked if he slept well at night and he said, "No, I think too much”. It seems as though I had this business with this girl, Ruth Shapiro, all mixed up. He told me she writes him love letters, but that he only saw her once. I was under the impression that she was his girl, from what both Ruth and my mother said. Shows you how wrong a person can be sometimes!

Adele loves her new “toose brush” and particularly *toose paste”. When I ask her to spit out, she swallows first and then spits. She always asks for a “dink of watee” when we are finished. She still has that tendency to use her left hand, but she does so many things with both her hands that it’s hard to tell. She eats with her right hand most of the time. She writes with both. She takes her rag dolly to bed with her and sings her to sleep. Adele also sings, *Zing, zing, zing went the trolley". She reminds me of a parrot, cause she'll try to repeat everything I say and usually says it correctly. First thing this morning she noticed that it was snowing outside. It rained all day yesterday and we had medium snow flurries most of the day. The other day, just before Ruth left for work, she promised to bring Adele a lollipop upon returning. Don't you think that kid remembered to ask “Where’s my lollipop?” when Ruth got back! I try, wherever possible to keep whatever promise I make to her. In fact, I try not to promise her anything I can’t keep. She even told Rae this morning. "Mommy washed the dolly’s hat and toat” (referring to the doll Rae once brought her).

Adele puts the radio on and off by herself and switches to the various stations. If I don't have time to dance with her, she dances with her dolly. She loves to hold a conversation on the phone. But I’m hitting the bottom, so I'll continue with this in my other letter when I get home. I received your letter of Dec. 1 today. More later, honey. I love you so much!

Your Eve