Post #535 - December 22, 1944 I Just Heard a Song Over the Radio Which Sounded Very Much Like the Song You and Jack N. Wrote and The Surprise German Offensive is the Current Topic of the Day

 

Dec. 22, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Immediately after I had posted your letter last night, I learned that Miriam Brown gave birth to a little girl, weighing, (and I can't get over it, cause she carried so small) 8 lbs. She has decided to name the baby Anita Rae, but don't quote me on it for she may change her mind before she leaves the hospital or makes out the birth certificate. What's the matter with our family - nothing but girls. We just got to have more boys or else the poor gals won't have boyfriends. Usually, in wartime, more boys than girls are born, but that doesn't seem to be the case at the present time, Guess it's doomed to be a woman's world! I thought she was supposed to go to the Anderson Hospital, but she is two blocks away from Anderson at the Metropolitan. Hope to visit her soon. They say the baby is the image of Mickey and is chubby and cute.

How about this: Mickey Wyman received 300 as a Xmas bonus. They had to deduct $65 for taxes, but even so, that's a large bonus. I can't help wondering what I'll get, - if anything at all.

Started the above at the office and am continuing at home. I thought perhaps there would be some mail for me as I haven't had any all week, but nothing doing. Sure do hope something shows up before the weekend is out, or I shall have the blues.

Mom didn't feel good today - something she ate that disagreed with her. Consequently, the whole weekend will be upset. The Silvers are expected to spend Sunday and Monday with us and I am supposed to attend Bella's wedding on Sunday, but, from the looks of things, I doubt if I'll be able to go.

Gloria, Goldie and I couldn't understand why mom had to go to the funeral in N.Y. cause it certainly did her a whole lot of no good, but I feel this way: Mom has a mind of her own and if she can't use her own common sense about some things - that's her business. She hasn't felt too good since she got back. After all, those things are hard on a person.

It snowed lightly yesterday and since the snow from Monday had not yet disappeared, there is quite a bit of it about. Looks like we'll have a white Christmas. It has been freezing cold for the past few days. A temperature of 5° is expected by tomorrow morning.

Goldie is certainly the very essence of ambition these past few weeks and I needn't tell you what a great help it is.

Dec. 23, 1944 

I'm sorry, honey, that this must be a running letter, but I've been interrupted so many times that it's almost impossible to finish.

Got some good news - received a $10 bonus as a Xmas gift from Mr. Bellet, My dad got $25. He let us leave the place at 12 instead of 1:30 and Anne (the bookkeeper) and I had lunch at H & H. She walked me to 8th & Market and then I headed for Lerner's, where Ruthie works.

I had intended to buy many Xmas gifts, but no dice. I couldn't find a thing for $5 for anyone that pleased me and gave it up as a bad job. Those who are going to get gifts from me shall have to wait till after Xmas for them, for I've made up my mind not to give cash.

I got home early and worked very hard, for I washed all the floors, and cleaned up generally; i.e. the living room, dining room, our room, the bathroom, steps, etc.

I didn't even get anything for Adele, but we are going to hang a stocking over the fireplace and fill it with little goodies. I've informed her that Santa will come down the chimney, out of the fireplace, and leave her a stocking with goodies. She's been looking for him ever since.

By the way, my dad let a secret slip. Ruth, so it seems, bought Adele a locket for Xmas - a regular little baby locket, so I wonder very much if you wouldn't mind if I wear the one intended for her. I wore it to work one day and received many compliments on it. Ruth has been buying everyone Xmas presents and nice ones, too. She has promised to wait till after Xmas for her gift, at which time I shall go shopping with her.

Mom, by the way, is feeling much better and was up and around today. I just heard a song over the radio which sounded very much like the song you and Jack N. wrote called "Over and over again". This one is called. "There goes that song again". At the moment I am listening to Frank Sinatra sing "White Xmas" and I'm getting bluer and bluer by the moment.

I've gotten to like the "Voice" somehow, but I can't get excited about him. Some of his renditions are really lovely, in spite of all the female hulabaloo.

We received the enclosed pictures from Len and Lee and ? and I'm sending them along cause I thought you'd like to see them. Please send them back, honey, for I would like to show them around to others. Jack N. is probably in New York by now and I should be hearing from him within the next few weeks. He undergoes the operation on Dec. 27th.

By the way, baby, (or is this a silly question???) would you like me to send along cigarettes (if I can get them) for I recall your mentioning that you were unable to get them. I haven't had mail for a week now, and with all the mail deliveries I'm surprised that I haven't even gotten a single one! Could it be that the new offensive halted all the mail? The news has sort of put me in the dumps too, and I expect the coming weekend to be a sort of lonely one for me, even with all the company, for it is then that I am lonely most of all.

Harry's company gave him a stunning all-wool sports shirt (worth every bit of $10) for a Xmas gift.

And now, baby, cause I am very tired and still have a few things to do, such as washing the few things Adele wore today, taking a shower, etc. I shall say a fond good night, - if only I could hug you - er sumpin' - Phil, do you realize that we have spent but one New Year's together (no, it was two) in the almost six years I know you! That's not a good average and I'm almost afraid to mention anything about the "next" one. Not the one coming up next week, but next year. For the past two years we've been saying "next Xmas" "next New Year's" and I'm not going to say it this time. If we aren't - -

1944 was definitely "not" our year! 1945?? ???? 

I love you so much, my darling, and I want you so much that I feel I shall bust from the strength of my feelings. A kiss from

Your Eve

22 December 1944

Ev, darling,

Today, I was almost sure there would be more mail, but only a few letters arrived for the whole company - and none for me. Consequently, it's rather difficult for me to think of something new to talk about. The only thing that happened to me today that's worthy of any comment was my visit to the movies. The picture was "Hail the Conquering Hero", with Eddie Bracken and Ella Raines. It's a swell show, and has just about everything - drama, pathos, and humor. While it's not nearly as funny as "Miracle of Morgan's Creek", it does have its moments. Eddie Bracken seems to get better with each picture. This is his best to date. Ella Raines, whom I have looked forward to seeing because of the excellent publicity she has received in the press, was something of a disappointment, at least she was to me. She's not overly pretty, as far as I can see, and seemed to lack personality. But she didn't have much of a part anyway, so she didn't hurt the picture any.

The surprise German offensive is the current topic of the day. However, everybody is practically agreed on one point, that the huns are leaving themselves wide open, and in a position in which their flanks and lines of supply and communication are extremely vulnerable. By the time you read this, Chippie, you will know the outcome. We're all “sweating out” the weather, and are eager to see the Air Force go into action against the enemy penetrations. I notice that secretary Stinson makes the statement in today's press that if the enemy attempt is decisively defeated, that the war may be shortened considerably. Naturally, I am following developments very closely, ’cause anything that bears on the duration of the war interests me greatly.

The fellows are getting ready to turn in, Sweet, so I'll say a hasty hasta mañana at this point. All my love to you, my darling. Kiss my punkin for me. Love to all.

Always,
Your Phil

Post #534 - December 21, 1944 I Called Several Police Stations and From What I Read, There is a Famine of Consumer Goods on the Market

 

Dec. 21, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Mr. Chase was our guest for dinner last night and as is his custom, he brought something for each of the kids. Adele got a stuffed dolly and Diana a nice rattle. I'd rather not talk too much of last night, for it was the sort of evening that upsets one. To begin with Diana had an attack of cramps and Goldie became terribly frightened. We all flew upstairs when she started yelling and it took quite a while to bring Diana around. I had interrupted my dinner and just couldn't seem to finish afterwards. Then, Mrs. Ochroch, our next door neighborhood, got on our ear about her hubby. It seems that she expected him home at 6:30 and he was way past due. This kept up till 12 o'clock, and I called several police stations, hoping they might be able to find him, as he was out with his truck and the streets are still pretty icy. It subsequently developed that the mister had gone to corporation without notifying his wife, who nearly had kittens in the meantime. I felt a strong urge to "bop" him! Ethel and Al came over to get Mr. Chase and we all gabbed about this and that. I got Ethel a high chair pad (seat) for her high chair from our place. If you will recall I tried and tried to get one when I had the high chair and wound up using a pillow. It just so happened that we had an extra one on hand and George gave it to me for nothing, and Ethel was all but delighted to get it.

I bathed Adele and brought her down. She wore her pajamas, bedroom slippers and robe and fairly glowed with cleanliness. When I told her that Mr. Chase had brought her a dolly, she said, "I'm happy, Mommy". I had told her a few days ago that Mr. Chase was coming to see her and thought she had forgotten, but she didn't. Then I asked her who the man was sitting in the chair, she immediately replied, "Mr. Chase". She became very fond of him before the evening was out and thanked him many times for the new doll, which has been christened, "Vicki". All Adele's dollies have names, and she refers to each one by their names.

During a breathing spell at work yesterday, I managed to get lengthy letters off to the following: Mr. & Mrs. Benis, Eddie S., Yale and Shirley, and brother Seymour. I'm just about caught up on my correspondence as a result.

Mr. Cohen, who used to live next door to my mother, drove me down as far as Broad & Girard, as he was going that way and I was headed for work. While riding down Broad St. I noticed a Sharp and Dohme at 1409 N. Broad St. I never knew they had another large branch here in Philly, such as their place at Broad & Wallace. Did you? I caught a subway at Broad & Girard and then an el and got to work early. I was very busy getting the files in order all day. I have to sign off now, whether I want to or not, for I see I've hit the bottom. Darling, I love you so much! The news continues bad and I'm hoping it will improve within a day or so. See you soon again -

Your Eve

21 December 1944

Dearest Evie,

There was no mail for me on either the 19th or 20th and because I did nothing out of the ordinary in those two days, coupled with the fact that it was in a black humor because of the lack of mail, I couldn’t find it in myself to sit down to write a letter to you. Please forgive me, my darling—

Today, another cold and rainy one, some mail finally got through. There were your letter of 28-29 Nov., and your V-mail of 13 Dec. I enjoyed reading Adele's “birthday letter,” and it was good of her to write to her dad. Kiss the little darling for me will you, Sweet? The clipping showing the quilted robe you intend to get for the punkin is most attractive, Chippie. I would love to see her in it. But do you think it wise to wait ’til after Xmas to buy it? From what I read there is a famine of consumer goods on the market. If you wait too long, I'm afraid there won't be any available. Your description of the scene and the action when Mom and Harry and Goldie presented their gifts to Adele is very nicely put, sweetheart, but I can scarcely credit the fact when you say Adele said "Thank you for the birthday presents"! Do you mean she actually did?

I'm glad, Chippie, to know that Mom & Harry & Goldie are finally showing some signs of consideration for you and Adele. I was surprised that they took your scolding about not writing to me to heart. I’ll make every effort to answer their letters as soon as they arrive.

Your V-mail of 13 Dec. gives me to understand that you received a lot of mail a few days before. I was certainly glad to read that!

I hope Lil really intends to write this time. I really should have written to thank her for the package, but I'll wait for her letter now.

I learned too, from this letter, that you had received Adele's gift from me. You say she's still talking about the “yocket”, and that “it’s really a shame that it's so big.” I'm sorry about that, honey, but I think I explained why it couldn't have been smaller. At any rate, I’m well satisfied if she understands that it is "daddy's gift."

And that's about all there is to say tonight, Baby. You know, of course, that I adore you, but I'll keep reminding you of it anyway. I do love you so very much, Ev! My dearest love to my own punkin. Love to all from

Your devoted
Phil

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