Post #623 - April 5, 1945 How I Wish You Could See Adele When She’s Especially Cute and It’s Entirely Possible That We Are Now Experiencing the Final Days of the War

 

April 5, 1945

Dearest Mine,

Am starting this at the office and will have to finish at home. Today marks the 20th month of our enforced separation and I recall that you said it would be at least a year and a half to two before you would rejoin me - I wonder just how close you guessed. Will it be two - or closer to three? I'm praying that you are right and that you will be with me before the second year is up.

The news today that Russia will not renew her pact with Japan is another spirit-lifter, although it had been more or less expected. V-E day is far off - but does it mean that I'll see you - that's the burning question. Of course I'm happy that V-E day isn't far off, and I know what it will mean to the world, but do you blame me for wanting to see you so desperately. Darling, I just love you to bits and as you said in a recent letter. "It grows and grows until I don't know where I'll hold it.

I haven't had any mail from you for three days and I shall be expecting a few letters when I finally do get something. That longie you wrote on the 20th and 24th is overdue. The air-mail letter we had from Eddie Strongin yesterday was dated the 24th.

Last night I got to bed early (10:15) and was asleep shortly after I hit the pillow. Adele went right to sleep after I bathed her and washed her hair, so I had a bit of the evening to myself - and I enjoyed it thoroughly. I even knitted on her sweater a little while, but the progress on said sweater is very, very slow. It’s fine wool and takes a lot of time before anything worthwhile to see is had.

It was actually cold today and the wind howled furiously. Adele kept imitating the wind. Baby, how I wish you could see Adele when she’s especially cute. I understand most kids become very fresh when they reach the age of four (It's one of their crazy stages again) and I sure do hope you'll have plenty of time with her before then. She's very fresh at times and she knows she can't get away with much when she starts with me. The other day I gave her a book to read. Before turning the pages, she wet her forefinger and thumb, so that it would be easier to turn them. When I asked her where she learned that, she replied. "Nanmom showed me." Her tense is atrocious at times, but she'll learn.

Diana stood up in her crib alone for the first time today, and almost all traces of her cold have disappeared. I see I’m short on space, so I’ll tell you once again that I adore you, sweet Phil, and will end off with a sound hug and kiss.

Your Eve

5 April 1945

Dearest Chippie,

There is precious little to write about tonight, due to the fact that there was no new mail, and my activities today were purely routine. Nevertheless, I will try to scrape together enough news to fill this V-mail—

Last night, I didn’t get to bed ’til after midnight. I was busy ’til then typing that thankless letter to you. All day today I felt depressed by the memory of the things I said, and kept asking myself if I meant it all. I think I can now honestly state that I did and do, but that doesn't detract from the fact that I regret most bitterly that you made it necessary for me to write as I did. I'm exceedingly apprehensive, too, that you may not take my words in the spirit in which they were meant, and the possibility worries me considerably. However, I would be little better than a coward if I refrained from stating my objections merely because of the fear of repercussions. If I had that the letter to write over again tonight it would be the same word for word and I’d still place my trust in your innate sense of justice and the love you bear me. I pray darling, that you will justify that trust.

The weather cleared today. It was good to see the sun once more, and the blue skies. I was busy all day writing and typing the Company History, and had to work ’til 6:30 to get it done.

It is becoming increasingly evident, Sweet, that the jerrys have just about “had it,” and it’s entirely possible that we are now experiencing the final days of the war. I am still entirely in the dark as to what will come after that, but you know that my prayers are for that long-awaited re-union with you, my dearest, and the punkin and the family. God bless you all and keep you well for

Your adoring Phil

Post #622 - April 4, 1945 I'm Doing All I Possibly Can Do to Gain Weight and I Have Good Cause to Know, Chippie, What Store You Set by Money

 

April 4, 1945

Dearest Sweetheart:

I didn't get the opportunity to start an air-mail letter last night, as I had promised in yesterday's v-mail, so will make up for it now.

Upon arriving home and finishing dinner, I went over to my mother's to get Adele. She wasn't feeling or looking well and most of the evening was spent in trying to get her to bed. She seemed a bit feverish, so I gave her the chocolate aspirin Dr. Gayl prescribed and a warm glass of tea with lemon. Being very irritable I had a picnic getting her undressed and into her pajamas. Once she was ready for bed and had partaken of the aspirin and tea she was okay. She lay her head on my shoulder and I walked about the room with her, singing to her until she became very drowsy. She was fine all night long and awoke feeling very chipper this morning.

I rested until she fell asleep soundly and then proceeded to wash some clothes, shower and set my hair. When I finished I went downstairs, had some milk, filed my nails, knit for about 15 minutes on her sweater and listened to the radio. I purposely sat up till 11, wanting to pick her up and put her on the toddy before retiring for the night. As it was, I came upstairs to find her in a pool, almost up to her ears (from the tea) and that's the first time she's wet the bed in ages. I changed her and the bed and she went right back to sleep,

So you can see, honey, that I had a full evening and though I did want to write, I could not. Guess you won't mind too much for I shall try to make this as long as I can.

There was one other thing I didn't tell you about Jack Nerenberg. He has a new address: Pvt. J. Nerenberg, 32,983,798, Co. A, 34th Bn., Camp Crowder 8, Mo. When I told you I had received a letter from him I neglected to note the new address. I wonder what he's doing out in Missouri, especially now that he's engaged and planning marriage. I wrote him a rather lengthy letter and expect a reply with the next few days, at which time we'll both be enlightened as to his present situation.

It may interest you to know that I'm doing all I possibly can do to gain weight. I'm resting whenever possible and mean to gain weight, no matter what I have to do. Of course there are times when I have no choice, but for the most part I'm not doing anything beside my job and taking care of Adele, which is enough in itself.

We gave the parlor covers in to be cleaned and it will cost $4.50 for the job. We're all chipping in toward the total amount. It's about time the covers were cleaned anyway, as they haven't been cleaned in two years.

After days of unusually warm weather, it turned very cool today. It was too warm for this time of year anyway, so it's just as well.

I am typing this before I go to my mother's for Adele. I started it at the office and am finishing at home. We had a letter from Eddie Strongin telling us that he was going to visit Jean Levin, who is stationed at Verdun. I haven't had any mail from you for two days (ain't it arwful?) and undoubtedly there will be something for me tomorrow. So, long for now, sweetness, I "yove" you so much and I want to hold you in my arms -

Your Eve

4 April 1945

Dearest Darling,

Yesterday afternoon brought your long typed letter that you started on 3 Mar, and finished on 4 Mar. I was so burned up by it that not even some of the very nice things you say served to dampen my anger. This was the letter, too, which brought those lovely pictures of Adele taken in the house. More about them later, but right now I want to tell you, Sweet, that all last night I was so annoyed with you because of the attitude you took about my discontinuing the bonds that I didn't trust myself to write. If I had, I know I would have said a lot of things I might have regretted. Evidently, from the tone of voice you used, you considered my action in the light of a heinous crime against you. Oddly enough, I don't feel that I did anything wrong. I needed the extra money, and that was the only means I had of raising it. As for the things you said about the means I chose to buy your and the Moms' gifts, and how you felt about them as a consequence, I can only say that I could hardly believe what I read. I have good cause to know, Chippie, what store you set by money, but I never dreamed that it was more important to you than the gifts I bought with it. To be perfectly frank, for the first time since I know you, I felt a sense of shame for you. Perhaps it is my fault that I never put my foot down in matters of this kind, but I'm telling you now for the first and last time, I will not stand for you calling me to account for how I spend my money, I realize that it is as much your money as mine, but I claim the right to do with part of our income as I see fit. When I spend “our” money on extravagances, I shall expect you to criticize me for it, but when I want to give you or Adele or the Moms something, and you baldly state that you wouldn't accept it if you knew it was at the expense of the allotment I get so damned mad, I can't see. I despise the type of person who is so mercenary that he loses any appreciation for the other little things. God knows, baby, you have also spent “our” money for gifts, and to a much greater extent than I could ever presume to do without you risking your displeasure, I, too, might have pointed out that the money you regularly spend for birthday gifts and other gifts for all and sundry could also have been put in the bank, but you know I wouldn't dream of calling you to account for any amount of money you might care to spend. You know that I feel that you wouldn't knowingly spend money unwisely, nor would I question your right to do so if you so saw fit. I expect no more nor less than the same treatment. Needless to say, you have driven any further thought of gift buying completely out of my mind by your attitude. Moreover, and I can't help feeling this, I hope you gain some pleasure from the fact that you have done a very complete job of robbing me of the pleasure of giving those things you have already received and have yet to receive, When you receive the gardenia corsage, for instance, I hope it occurs to you that the money I paid for it, together with the money I paid for the Moms f'lowers and the punkin’s doll and the cosmetics (that, from today's V-mail acknowledging their receipt you said were so *wonderful") and the bracelet would have bought almost two of your precious bonds. Rarely, in my whole life, have I ever been so humiliated as I was by your letter. I can't warn you too strongly, Ev, against persisting in your attitude. More than once, I have found it necessary to caution you that your regard for money and the things it will buy is much too strong for my taste. I'm sick to death of the way you harp on it, and I don't want to hear another word about it - even by implication. Remember, Eve, that as much as you condemn my tendency to "free handedness" with our money, just so much do I decry your preoccupation with it. Unless you give me a free hand with "my” funds, as I do you with yours, we're going to have some really serious disagreements. I'm all too aware that you don't trust me with money - (at least to do as you would with it), and you have ample cause to feel that way, I grant you, but you must also concede that I also have some rights in the matter, even if I do feel justified in sacrificing two bonds for the sake of buying gifts. Furthermore, I shall spend or save my money according to my sense of values with out deeming it necessary to advise you how or why. Since we can't agree on how it is best to use money, I think it is only fair that my opinions and wishes be given equal consideration with yours. You ask me if I don't think $8 is a lot of money for the packages you sent me. Having a pretty good idea of what $8 means to you, I can only say that a lot of money is putting it mildly, it's downright exorbitant! - Much too much to spend just for the sake of giving your husband a moment of pleasure in receiving it, and I trust you didn't compute, too, what part of that $8 worth went into the bellies of my buddies! I feel downright guilty that I was the cause of you spending $8 that might have otherwise gone into the bank account - I really do. Your big gripe, I think, is that the $28 I used to draw before I discontinued the allotment for the bond was sufficient for my needs for a month. True enough - it is quite enough for my customary needs, but it just so happened (because I felt like it) that I wanted to send those gifts - but I'm talking in circles - I think you get the point. To close this miserable letter, let me say that I tried not to write it, but when I'm tread on (as I consider I have been in this case) I instinctively strike back. My instinct to spare your feelings on this occasion was overruled by the other - that is all I can apologize for. No doubt all the foregoing will make you feel very badly, my darling, even to tears, but to compensate you for that know that nothing has brought me closer to tears in years than this letter of yours. Not for any sense of guilt on my part, but for bitterness and regret that you could say what you did, you might just as well cut me with a knife as tell me you are disgusted with me. You don't know me at all, Chippie, (or you have forgotten) if you thought that I could read your letter without being very greivously hurt by it (as you so naively "hope" I won't be), - But I have said all I am going to say tonight. If I have not defended my actions to your satisfaction, Chippie, you may be very sure that it is only because I hate the thought of having to do so for you. Please, if you love me, never make me do so again.

I'm in no fit frame of mind to write of other things tonight, my sweet; at the moment I only feel an overwhelming desire to hold you close to me and let the sweet balm of your body soothe the ache of the anger and mortification that is in me. I love you so much, my Eve, - Perhaps that is why you hurt me so easily. I know that I have hurt you in turn, my darling, and I'm sorrier than you can ever know that it was necessary, but I trust you to understand the necessity for me to save my own self-respect, and, possibly, yours. I trust, too, that you are acute enough to profit from this letter. Good night, my darling, and if I've brought the tears, here's a kiss for each one, I love you - always. Try to forgive

Your Phil

Post #621 - April 2, 1945 So You Took a Bet on the Date of V-day. Sure Do Hope You Win! and I’m Sure Mom will be Happy to Hear from Me After So Long a Time

 

April 2, 1945

My dearest,

This v-mail is dated the second, but it is actually being written on the third. Reason: I was much too tired to attempt writing last night and went right to bed, I shall start an air-mail letter to you when I get home (I'm at work at the moment) and finish it tomorrow. I received three v-mails from you yesterday dated March 23, 25, 26 and a letter from Jack N. When I opened the letter from Jackie, I found a long sheet of paper with the following sprawled across "Dear Evalyn: What's wrong. I'm worried. As ever, Jackie." I hadn't written to him for some time and intend to get some sort of letter off this evening. I half expected the letter to contain news of his plans to be married, but he said nothing. So I'll just have to wait for a reply to my letter. Your v-mails informed me of the feast you had with the package I sent and I'm so glad you and the others enjoyed it so much. Mom is readying a package of food for you and yesterday she showed me a large box of macaroons that is one of the items to make up the package. You didn't say how the package arrived and I presume it arrived in good condition. Eddie wrapped and packed them and he was anxious to know just how they did arrive. Kindly advise. I was so glad that you finally got the proofs and that you thought so highly or them. Undoubtedly you must have the picture of Adele writing on the blackboard by this time and though it is a cute picture, I'm sure you'll agreed it doesn't compare with Lorstan's work. I shall have the pictures made up just as soon as I'm In receipt of the proofs. So you took a bet on the date of V-day. Sure do hope you win! I shall be looking forward to the letter you started on the 20th and finished on the 24th. Thanks for being so thoughtful as concerns my writing when I’m really knocked out. The darn trouble is that I'm knocked out too often these days and I recently increased my vitamin intake to 3 pills a day. I'm beginning to wonder if they are doing me any good. I've informed Mom that you will write at the first opportunity. She sends her love and will write shortly. Immediately after work yesterday I took Adele to Dr. Gayl for her second injection and got home rather late. That's one of the reasons I was so knocked out. In my last v-mail I mentioned that I was waiting for Dot to come to visit me on Sunday evening. She arrived shortly after I had posted your letter. She read your 22 pager and I read the paper and knitted till she finished, just as I said I would. When she finished we went to visit Fay. We played some gin rummy while there and had refreshments. I walked Dot to the bus at 12:30 and got to bed at 1:30. Adele's cold had been bothering her and I rubbed her down with Vicks. She woke and was restless until 4 A. M. when I finally got to close my eyes. I was weary all day Monday as a consequence and that's exactly why I had no patience for writing last night. I weighed myself at the doctor's and found that I had dropped almost an entire pound in one week! Adele had dropped 1/2 pound due to the needle and her cold. Adele is sporting a stiff arm from the effects of last night's needle and was unmanageable this morning. I had a picnic getting her dressed and she didn't want me to go work. She was alright when I left and it will undoubtedly wear out in a matter of hours. I adore you, darling, and will write more this evening.

Your Eve

2 April 1945

My Darling Wife,

Just returned from seeing “Mrs Parkington.” I agree entirely with your own opinion of the film, Sweet, and enjoyed it fully as much as you said you did. I thought Greer Garson adorable. It strikes me that she and Ingrid Bergman have a certain quality in common, but I just can’t seem to put my finger on it—what am I saying? Walter Pidgeon is a most accomplished performer, and was darn near perfect as the Major, but I was conscious during the picture of a very pronounced dislike for the character of the Major. I suspect that most women (including yourself) would find such a man inordinately attractive, but I dislike his type most heartily. No accounting for tastes, is there, Chippie?

Last night, when I settled down to write, it occurred to me that there wasn’t much of anything to write about to you, and since such was the case, I got the bright idea about writing that long over-due letter to Mom. I know you won’t mind giving up one letter under the circumstances, honey, and I’m sure Mom will be happy to hear from me after so long a time.

My chief regret these days is that I still haven’t been able to answer anyone else. If it weren’t for the fact that my letters appear to mean so much to you, honey, I think I might be tempted to skip writing to you for a few days and concentrate on catching up with my other correspondence, but I hesitate to do so at your expense.

It’s time for lights out now, my darling Evie, so I’ll say good night once again, and sign off with all my love to you and the punkin and all.

Always—

Your Phil

Post #620 - April 1, 1945 I’m Expecting Dot Any Minute

Apr. 1, 1945

Dearest Phil,

Today was a typical spring day and I stayed out all morning and most of the afternoon. I arose early, after a fair night of rest, cleaned my room, made breakfast for Adele and myself and headed for Fay’s house. I particularly like her place because of enclosed porch (thanks to her late husband). I can sit and watch Adele, which is something I can't do anywhere else. I parked myself in a comfortable metal chair, which rocks slightly and took a sun bath while Adele busied herself with the rocking horse and other toys on the porch. Fay and Ruth came out from time to time to talk with me and I watched their kids too. I stayed there until 11:30. Before reaching home for lunch we stopped at Betty’s house for a few minutes. I gave Adele her lunch at my mother's house and brought her over here for her nap. While she was upstairs (she wouldn’t sleep, she only rested) I took off the parlor set covers, cleaned the set with the hand sweeper and put camphor in it. I swept the rugs and the front of the house and had my lunch. By this time Adele was getting restless and I dressed her in her little red and green plaid skirt, gave her some milk and took her out again. Adele awoke with a slight cold this morning and had a little trouble getting one eye open. As the day wore on, she seemed better, so I kept her out all day. I hope all traces of it will be gone tomorrow, so that I’ll be able to take her down for her scarlet fever injection. I gave her a warm bath this evening and put Vicks in her nose before she went to sleep.

While I was out with Adele in the afternoon, Petey made three snaps: two of Adele alone and one of her and myself. I wasn’t dressed (am wearing a jumper and socks) but I don't think you’ll be able to tell. I was made up and my hair was combed nicely, so it shouldn’t be too bad. Adele didn’t look too well today and I’m hoping that won’t show up. Well, at least you’ll have some snaps to look forward to in the near future.

I’m expecting Dot any minute, for she promised she’d try to come up to visit me this evening and she’s keeping her promise. She wants to read your 22 page letter, so I’ll probably knit while she does, if I don’t help her reread it. No matter how many times I reread that letter, I still enjoy it.

I started a letter to Gloria yesterday and I’m going to finish it now. I didn’t write to her all month, which is unusual for me. I was just thinking what a nice pleasant evening this would be if you and Snuff were to be present too. Darling, I’m wishing and hoping and praying so hard that it will happen that I can’t wish any harder. Darling, I love you so much! Good night, baby mine, it’s a joy to be

Your Eve

Post #619 - March 31, 1945 Just Got Back from Marie's Wedding and I Feel It Is Only a Matter of Days Now ’til V-Day and A Letter from Dot Cohen

 

March 31, 1945

Dearest Phil,

It is 12:30 and I am still at work. Since I have completed all my work I am taking advantage of the spare time to get my daily letter off to you. I was mildly surprised when Lil called me last night. Her first sentence was, "I was just sitting here thinking what a stinker I am” - I heartily agreed, though I didn't say as much. She called to wish me happy birthday, anniversary, etc. I had very little to say. She said she would surprise me and pay me a visit. I told her not to come on Monday, cause I take Adele to Dr. Gayl's then. That was all.

There was no mail yesterday, but I did receive a very cute birthday card from Dot. I had an very uneventful evening last night - bathed Adele, washed, showered myself, washed and set my hair, etc. By the time I got to bed it was 11 and I had a fair night of rest.

After work I am going straight home, have lunch, and then I'm going to Marie's wedding, which takes place at 3 o'clock at the church at 5th & Lindley Ave. I'll continue on this later in the day. So long for now.

Just got back from Marie's wedding (just like that) and she looked lovely. I'm afraid I don't like their style when it comes to weddings, but one thing I do like - it's quick. I'm invited to the reception this evening to be held at the American Legion Hall, but I feel too tired to dress up again and attend.

I had two big surprises when I got home from work - two belated birthday cards - one from none other than Myra and the other from Lil, asking me in an accompanying note to "forgive her cause she's nuts". I shall call each and thank them and let it go at that.

We had a terrific wind and rain storm a few minutes ago and I thought would knock the house down. It's been very windy all day and had to culminate in some sort of climax.

I have a lot of little things I'm going to do tonight, so that I'll have more free time tomorrow, such as ironing, sewing, washing, etc. Dot called and told me she had intended to surprise me (more surprises) by coming up this evening, but that her mother went away unexpectedly. She may come up tomorrow, for she is anxious to read your 22 page letter. In fact she wants to type it up and send a duplicate to Snuff. How about that! She's certainly ambitious.

Since I find myself with nothing else to say, you won't mind if I go "sweet" on you and tell you that I adore you, Phil - so much!

Your Eve

31 March 1945

Darling Evie,

Your V-mail of 14 Mar. arrived this afternoon, but there wasn’t anything in it that calls for a reply, or comment. Nor did I do anything out of the ordinary today that I might tell you about. I’m still largely occupied with those personnel records I mentioned in yesterday’s letter. Everything considered, Chippie, I’m almost at my wits’ end for the means to fill this sheet. Still, you will have your daily letter, so you’ll have to bear with me if this gets boring—

This evening, I took in the first show at the station theater. The film was “Fighting Lady,” the saga of one of our aircraft carriers in the Pacific. It was really worth seeing. The photography was both beautiful and daring—the action unsurpassed. Lt. Robt. Taylor, the narrator, gives a very comprehensive picture of the life and activity aboard a “flat top.” The technicolor pictures of exploding and burning jap ships and planes are colorful and thrilling. The daily day-to-day chores of the sailors is a revelation. Most people don’t stop to think that such a ship is a community in itself, complete with cleaning, tailoring, barbering, printing and cooking and baking facilities—to say nothing of soda fountains, movies, etc. Altogether a very absorbing picture, and one I enjoyed very much.

What shall I tell you now, darling—that it has been a nice day? It has.—That I’m pretty tired now? I am.—That I feel it is only a matter of days now ’til V-day? I do.—That I’m wondering where we go from here? I am.—That I pray I will see you and the punkin and all my dear ones before many months have passed? I do.—That I adore you, and miss you more and more as time goes by? I do. Anything I might say after that would be in the nature of an anti-climax, so I’ll sign off now with a loving kiss for you, one for my adorable Adele, and one for Mom. My love to all.

Ever,

Your Phil

Sat. 3/31 (1945)

Dear Phil:

I've almost given up hope of ever hearing from you again, but I'll hang on a little longer. I'm a glutton for punishment. All kidding aside, I’m not really angry - just a little disappointed. I flattered myself by thinking that you wouldn't forget me, even if some of the other fellows did. I know there must be a good reason why you haven't written, and I'm all ready to forgive you. Isn't that sweet of me? Please pardon the mistakes, but this is the sixth letter I have written tonight and I have about six more to go.

I spoke to Evie tonight and I may go out to see her tomorrow night. However, I don't like to make anything definite, as something always happens.

I heard about the twenty-two page letter you wrote her, and am most anxious to see it. I guess now that you have met a Member of Parliament, we won't even be able to touch you. (I'm only kidding, of course.)

Ev has probably told you about the freak weather we are having. The temperature has been anywhere from 80 to 87 for the past two weeks. I can't help but wonder what the weather will be in July, if it is this way in March. YIPE!

Snuff is fine and is very happy at his new post. He is eligible for a furlough every ten months and is expecting one sometime in June or July. I hope everything works out. We at least can thank God for the fact that he is still in the country. I know that probably sounds very selfish to you guys that have been over for so long, but it can't be helped. He'll get his dose of "overseas duty.” They were told that they would be Army of Occupation - which is really something to look forward to. After all, the Engineers will have to build up everything that was torn down. It is a vicious cycle, but what are we to do.

Hal is fine and is getting to be quite a good boy. I have some adorable snaps of him that I'm waiting to be finished, and I'll send you one as soon as I get them. My Aunt bought him a sailor suit and he looks like a doll in it. I know, what is he doing with a sailor suit, when his Daddy is in the Army. If you remember, his Daddy wanted a sailor suit originally, and had no choice. But no kidding, Hal is really built for a sailor suit, what with his rear end sticking out the way it does.

I hear from Snuff regularly, and his mail takes about a week to reach me. I guess you know that he is working as a machinist for a civilian company but at Army pay. But still no complaints from this end. There is no chance of my joining him, as they were specifically told that their families could not join them. In the first place, the only city where I could stay is sixty miles away, and it would take him so long to reach there that it really wouldn't pay. But we are going to discuss it all thoroughly when he gets home on furlough.

Phil, I can't help but look forward to the good times we will have once more when this rotten mess is over. It is a good thing that we have memories to look back on, so that at least we have something to live on for the time that we are separated from our loved ones. (That is one of my more serious moments.)

Ev tells me you are pretty down in the dumps with the new idea of being shipped to the South Pacific without a furlough. I hope it is just an idle rumor. That is one of the reasons I am writing this letter. I don't want a serious thought in it. It is strictly for the purpose of building up your morale. I sincerely hope it succeeds.

I know that I have never written a joke to you, but I think you need them now, so here goes:

It happened at a diplomatic dinner in London. A gentleman was sitting beside a beautiful and charming blonde who possessed all the social graces. During the course of dinner, he put his hand beneath the tablecloth and started feeling her ankle. She gave him a brilliant smile. Encouraged, he went a little further and reached the calf with the same result. Becoming emboldened with encouragement, he went above the knee. Very soon, giving the diplomat a smile, she whispered in his ear, "When you come to my balls, don't change the expression on your face, I’m Secret Agent #5!"

Don't be embarrassed! I probably wouldn't have the nerve to tell it to you if I was in your company, but there are always exceptions.

If you are angry, I'll feel awfully bad. No, I'm not going to apologize. I just hope you enjoy it and it serves the purpose for which it was intended.

I saw the show “Winged Victory" here and it was really wonderful. I don't think I'll ever forget it until the day I die, that's how it impressed me. If you get an opportunity to see the picture, don't miss it. The show and the picture have almost the same cast. I shall see the picture at least eight times.

There really isn't much more I can write at the present time, as nothing is new, but, please, do write soon and let me know that I haven't done or said anything to make you angry.

Please let me know if there is anything I can send you. Don't be bashful and don't hesitate to ask me for anything. Also, I would like to ask you a favor. Next time you send a package to Ev, put in a little soveignor for Hal, from England, so I can put it away with his other ones. Thanks loads, and let me know if it can be done.

Affectionately,
Dotty

Post #618 - March 29, 1945 Do You Actually Mean to Tell Me That They Expect You to Go to the Pacific to Serve After All These Years? and I Had Committed Myself to Attend the Seder that was Arranged by the Jewish Families of Colchester for the Jewish Personnel of the Services in the Vicinity

 

March 30, 1945

My dearest Phil,

I really intended to write yesterday, but fate decreed otherwise, or rather, I was too tired and slept all evening. I felt very tired when I awoke yesterday and the whole day seemed like a dream to me. I had a busy day at work and got home to find my cousin Bella, Doris and Stevie there. Ruth had taken Adele in town for about an hour in the afternoon (to get her off my mother's hands for a little while). Bella brought Adele a sweet little yellow dress trimmed with orchid ric-rac. Adele hadn't eaten supper and I had to give her dinner. When she finished it was about 7:30 and I had been so hungry that my appetite abated by the time I could eat. Adele was cranky most of the day, so after eating what I could I took her outside and we sat about 15 minutes. I took her up at 8:15, bathed her and cleaned her shoes. When I finished I was so exhausted I could bearly stand up and decided to lay down for a few minutes and rest before washing and writing my letter to you. Next thing I remember is that it was 12 o'clock. I got up, got undressed and went right back to sleep, till 7:15 this morning. Today was the first day in several weeks that I actually felt rested sufficiently to keep going all day long.

I almost forgot to mention another highlight of yesterday. I received your v-mails of March 21 and 22. Your v-mail of the 21st was very sweet, honey, but I felt very sick in my stomach when I read yours of the 22nd. Do you actually mean to tell me that they expect you to go to the Pacific to serve after all these years? Well, I think the Army has its nerve and I don't mean maybe. There are too darn many slackers as it is that could be sent there to do the job. I'm so disgusted with the U.S. Army that it isn't even funny. Bitter - hell, it's worse than that - That, too, was one of the reasons why I had no appetite to eat dinner last night. Boy, I was in terrible shape yesterday.

There are two other things I've been meaning to tell you that I keep forgetting to mention - Anne Gutkin is pregnant (about her fourth month) (guess she wants to give Betty a name) and Jack S. is bending all efforts to get a furlough, which is due him now, as he has served 18 months in the Pacific.

The package of Dorothy Gray toilet articles is on top of the chest (I'm keeping it there for a while just to look at it and feel good) and Adele knows that it has something to do with my birthday. Every time she looks at it, she starts to sing Happy Birthday.

Evidentally you received my package of foodstuffs, as stated in your letter of the 21st and you ask for a duplicate. No sooner said than done. As you know, I have a package started, but it consists only of candy so far, and a few small packs of chiclets. Mom received an order of tuna and salmon from Gloria's brother (he's a grocer in New York and was good enough to send a dozen cans of each to keep on hand, at a reasonable price) and intended to send you a package too, so we'll just get together. I'll get some cheese and a salami and send a little more mayonnaise and butter thins. I'm glad you're so well pleased with the package. From your letter, I gather it arrived on our anniversary, so it was an anniversary, instead of a birthday gift.

We've had "June or July" weather the past two days and I doubt if it will continue indefinitely. It isn't even necessary to wear a coat.

Today was another full one for me, although I had cleaned up all odds and ends yesterday. I worked steadily on statements most of the day and since it is only past five and I've finished with every single bit of work I could possibly do, I'm using the time to write to you, with Mr. Bellet's consent.

As I told you some time ago, Al gave up the station. He hasn't been doing anything for several weeks now. He's looking for another business.

Diana and Adele get along famously, and at the present time Diana has a hacking cough, due, mostly to her teething. You must have received the picture of her by this time and can see for yourself what she looks like, so I won't go into detail.

Adele scared the life out of me the other day. We were about to go outside and I always hold her hand when we descend the front steps. This time, before I had a chance to get a hold on her, she said, "It's alright, mommy, I'll go down by myself", and straight away marched down the front steps without holding on to anything. I let her walk down the steps in the house alone, but she holds on to the bannister and I walk down a few steps in front of her for my peace of mind. Boy, was I happy to see her get down safely!

You can readily see, by my daily accounts, just how busy I am and have been, so that it is practically impossible for me to write to anyone beside you these days. I don't even have time for relaxation and recreation because Adele stays up too late. If I were home now, I'd have to keep her up all day and put her to bed early in order to have an evening to myself. However, that is a terrible grind and I'd rather my mother nap her late and put her to bed a little later, than have my mother go through such a tough grind all day. She's very wild these days and I'm about the only one she'll listen to. She loves to run and play rough - she's just at that stage. You'd get a real workout if you were home and I don't mean maybe.

Adele's speech becomes clearer and more distinct each day. The two main faults - saying "t" for "k" and "y” for "1" still remain, much as I try to correct her. Undoubtedly it will correct itself in due time.

Well, dearest, I'm just about out of time, as well as words, and so I'll sign off with my dearest love to you, honey, a couple of good, long kisses, and - well, we'll go into "that" some day, huh - Guess you know I am

Your Eve

30 March 1945

Dearest Chippie,

This is the first opportunity I have had to write since 26 Mar. I'm through apologizing for not writing because my conscience is clear in the matter. I will only say that I'm sorry that circumstances prevented me from doing as I would want to - to write every day. Tonight, because Dick Stahle is CQ, I thought I would type a letter in the Orderly Room. These past days have been hectic ones for me. I have a lot of work to do on personnel records. As a matter of fact, Chippie, I've estimated that in order to finish what I have to do on one particular form for each man in the Company, I'll have to work steadily at it for a full month! Now the hardest thing to do around here is to be able to work steadily at anything without being interrupted by sundry other matters - so it will probably take me much longer than that! Anyhow, in these past few days I have been busy every minute of each day, and the evenings found me so fatigued mentally that I had neither the stomach nor the energy for anything but sleep. That is why I didn't write on the 27th. On the 28th I felt just as I had the evening before, but it was the "First Seder” of Pesach, and I had committed myself to attend the Seder that was arranged by the jewish families of Colchester for the jewish personnel of the services in the vicinity, and I couldn't renege, even though I would have much preferred to write a short V-mail to you and hit the hay. It all came out very well, though, and after it was all over I was very glad I had come. You may be very sure, darling, that I was ever mindful through the night that it was your birthday, and I found myself wondering what you were doing at the time in the midst of the festivities. The Seder was a very striking and colorful affair. It was held in the dining room of Tweed & Co., a catering firm in Colchester. About 300 English, American and Canadian service men and women attended. In addition, there were a handful of civilians, the Woolfs, Schonbergs, Cohens, etc. Chaplain Richards of the British garrison in Colchester, conducted the services. We covered the "Haggadah" pretty thoroughly, one of the young British soldiers asked the “Fir Kashes", everyone joined in the singing, and no one got drunk, 'cause there was only a limited supply of wine. The meal, outside of the traditional egg, bitter herb, morra, etc., was ample, and very well prepared. There was tomato soup and hors d'oeuvres for an appetizer, filet of white fish, mashed potatoes and green peas, and a great preponderance of canned pineapple (provided by the American Quartermaster) for dessert. Pineapple, as all tinned fruit, is a greatly relished delicacy for our British friends. Some of them have not tasted it since the war started, and their appreciation was profuse and outspoken. They gorged themselves on it unashamedly, and it was almost funny to see the rueful glances they cast at the plates full that were beyond their capacity to dispose of. Klein drove one of the trucks, and I sat beside him in the cab. Altogether, there were thirty G.I.'s from this station that attended. I got back very, very tired, but somehow exalted by the memory of the Seder and some of the speeches of appreciation that concluded the festivities. Just to give you an idea of the representation, Sweet, I'll enumerate the speakers who spoke on behalf of their fellow servicemen. Chaplain Richards-British Army: Chaplain Davis (Protestant)-American Army; Lt. Creger-Canadian Airborne Forces; Lt. Berger-American Army Air Forces; A Lt. of the ATS (British WACS); Wing-Commander Jacobs - RAF; A Lt. of the American Ground Forces; a British sailor. Sitting next to me at table was an ATS girl, a native of germany, who emigrated to England about six years ago. Her parents left for Shanghai at the same time, and she has not heard from them since. I talked to her most of the evening. Needless to say, her story was most interesting. So, tired but happy, as the saying goes, I finally managed to get to bed. Yesterday was a repetition of the 28th (as far as the working hours were concerned). While I was on pass in Colchester on the 19th, I wrote to the Davies' to inform them that I would call on the 29th to learn whether Judith had come up from school, and to arrange for another visit. Accordingly, I went down to the Aero Club to call right after supper. Unfortunately, the trunk line was busy and I had a wait of about two hours before I could get thru. I killed the time having a snack with Klein, who accompanied me, and watching the dancing class. (Four local girls come in weekly to give instructions to the G.I.'s of the station who are desirous of learning to dance). At 10:20, my call came thru. Mrs. Davies answered the phone, and was as excited as a little girl with my call. Judith, who was upstairs at the time, came dashing down when she learned who was on the line. That seemed to amuse Mrs. Davies, too. Before I finished, I had also had a few words with the Doctor. I learned that Judith will be home all during April, and will return to school on the 30th, when Mrs, Davies will accompany her to London. I have decided to make a trip up there on the 9th, when I am taking my next 48-hour pass. Fully half the time will be spent traveling, but I expect to get a lot of reading done on the train, so I rather welcome the prospect. It would be worth it in any case to spend a full day at Meadowcroft. The Davies' were so very nice to me that I've actually missed them, and have been looking forward to seeing them again. To make a good thing perfect, the Army has just decided to pay our way wherever we may choose to travel on pass or furlough, so the trip won't cost me a penny. Ordinarily, it would cost me about ₤3 ($12.00). Mrs. Davies told me that she had heard from Ernie and that he had expressed an intention to get in touch with me, but as yet I have not heard from him. Needless to say, Sweet, I am looking forward to 9 April with a great deal of pleasureable anticipation.

Today was a repetition of the past two days, but I made up my mind I was going to make up for those three letters I didn't write, and after a short nap came over to the Orderly Room and got right to work, (How’m I doin', honey?) It is now just five minutes 'til "date time,” but I'm not giving up yet. Not, at least, 'til I've told you that I received four of your very sweet letters in the past three days. They were your V-mails of 15, 17, 18 March and your long typed letter of the 19th. The V-mails contained nothing startling and require no comment. The longie of the 19th informed me that you had received my "furlough manuscript” and my V-mails of 8, 9, 10 March. I'm very glad that you were so pleased with the "manuscript”, baby. Believe me when I say that those few words of appreciation repaid me for all the time I spent on it. I sincerely hope that you were able to "see" some of the things I saw and did in Yorkshire thru the medium of my writing. I hope that I was able to convey some of my own pleasure in the same way to you, my darling.

The bulk of your letter was concerned with your activities and the punkin's, and the visit of the Silvers. I was rather disappointed, though, to learn that Jean Levin is already in France. I had hoped to see her here in England. Too bad she missed Eddie as she did, but I think they'll see each other before long.

Sorry I couldn't send the punkin's proofs back to you any sooner, Sweet, but I just couldn't part with them so abruptly. However, I'm enclosing them here in the hope that I'll have the real picture before very long. Tell Adele that daddy liked her picture very much, and kiss her for me.

I guess you know that we are counting the days 'til the end of the war in Europe now, and there is a very good chance that it will be all over by the time this reaches you - I hope.

And now it is time to say au revoir, my darling Evie. My eyes just refuse to stay open any longer, and my weary bones yearn for the comfort of the despised but blessed sack. You know, of course, what other "comforts" I yearn for.... If you don't, you should.

For the present, though, I'll just have to be content with telling you once more that I adore you, my Evie. Here's a kiss for you, too, baby.

Please give my love to all. I am

Your ever-lovin'
Phil

Post #617 - March 28, 1945 Just Cause I'm 23 Today, Would You Mind Very Much If I Signed Off with 23 Long, Long Kisses and a Big Bear Hug for Good Luck.

 

3/28/45

My dearest,

Your letter of March 18th greeted me upon my arrival home and I enjoyed the accounts of your visit with Bert and Evelyn. What I wouldn't give to lounge around for just one day! I told Adele yesterday that tomorrow was mother's birthday and first thing on arising this morning she gave out with "Happy Birthday to you -" The only thing that made me angry was the fact that she got up at 6 to say it and I had gotten to bed at 1 A.M.! Oh, well, it's all in a lifetime and what's a little sleep - yeh, what is it. I was so tired and so busy cleaning up at work that I didn't have time to remember whether or not it was my birthday. Anne got a bright idea at work and when Mr. Bellet was in the office came forth with, "Well, kid, it's your birthday, so I'm going to treat you to a nice slice of pie for lunch." I thought he'd say something nice, but instead he piped in with, "Speaking of gifts, didn't you take a step-on can for someone last night?" So I had to pay him for it and that was that. After all his promises of gifts and treats I've come to the conclusion that he's the biggest bull-thrower that ever was. Anne did bring me delicious piece of huckleberry pie and my dad brought me ice-cream, so I had a royal lunch.

It was practically summer today, as far as I'm concerned. The weather is lovely and wish very much that we could take some walks together through the park, with Adele. Soon - huh -

Harry and Goldie gave me a lovely pale peach lace trimmed satin slip for my birthday. It's just what I need and I'm going to get myself several more - gradually. Adele is getting ready for a new pair of shoes and I am going to take her to Dr. Lefkoe before purchasing them, just to be sure her feet are okay. I should like to buy her low oxfords, for I feel she is ready for them, but he may have other ideas. There isn't anything wrong with her walk, except for a slight tendency to turn her right foot in, but day by day! I watch carefully and it is slowly, and surely disappearing. Now that she is taller and thinner her legs are straighter and not quite as chubby as they used to be. She has the cutest little figure -

Dot called me first thing early this morning to wish me a happy birthday. Mail from Snuff comes through very slowly. He writes a nice letter and is very satisfied with his present setup, that is as well satisfied as one in the Army can be.

It is past ten and I just finished bathing Adele, washing, showering myself, etc. and am going to hit the hay immediately after I finish this. I had a shot of delicious blackberry wine (a gift of Ethel and Al for the holidays) after dinner and it is taking effect. I hope you had a pleasant Passover dinner, baby, and that you'll spend your next one with me. Good night, angel mine, and just cause I'm 23 today, would you mind very much if I signed off with 23 long, long kisses and a big bear hug for good luck. I love you so much -

Your Eve