Post #261 - January 5, 1944 Adele Looked Like a Doll One Would Go Into a Doll Store to Purchase and I Have Yet to See the Girl I Would Trade You For

 

January 5, 1944 
My Own Phil, 

Didn't write yesterday, but I think you'll excuse me when I explain. I was so busy yesterday and today that I doubt if I had time to breathe. Yesterday, I made seven hems on Adele's dresses. Whew! I'm glad that's done. I also did some shopping on Broad Street with Betty, mainly at the yarn shop. I bought a dusty pink wool to make Ethel a fascinator, a blueish gray wool to make one for mom and a gorgeous peach wool angora for Adele for sweater. It's not a true angora, but is very close to it. It cost $.65 a ball, but being the last five of that particular color, and since she expected no more and wished to sell, she gave it to me at $.50 per. At a cost of $2.50, Adele will have a lovely sweater. I used the $2 given to Adele by the Browns. I'm using the simple stocking stitch with a two knit two pearl waist and cuffs. It will have a square neck. The other sweater, the pink one with the white satin threads through it, fits her perfectly and it's very good looking. Do you remember the three dresses I bought from my cousin Bella this past summer? Well today, Adele wore the blue and white print with the white eyelet pinafore ruffles, collar and pockets and, Baby, she looked like a doll one would go into a doll store to purchase. God, but she's pretty!! I can't believe she is our daughter at times. 

Last night the folks next door asked me to accompany them to the movies. I was rather anxious to see the picture “The Adventures of Tarto” with Robert Donat and Valerie Hobson. It was filmed at the Gainsborough Studios in London and I wonder if, perchance, you could visit there. It was the usual Nazi picture, packed with drama and excitement. 

I haven't had mail for two days and your last letter was dated Dec. 16th. Can't understand the delay. I guess you haven't written as I get your mail regularly. Come on sumpin! I received S & D’s $3.45 and boy I'm really short short this month. Hope I get that $15 soon. 

Jack N. had a fellow buddy from his camp, home on furlough here, call me. Jack is expecting a 15 day furlough and I think he's coming to Philly. I'm going to write to him tonight and get the latest. This fellow told me Jack sees quite a bit of a WAC—did he mention anything of her to you? Lizzie called us recently to see how things were and is quite anxious to see Jack marry well. 

Had a letter from Gloria and her sister Frieda had a miscarriage in her sixth. The baby had been dead in her abdomen for some time and they could not determine the sex. Gloria may be here this weekend, or some weekend this month. 

Adele tried to stand on her head today. The thing I like best is when I tell her to sit down on the step and she does sol immediately. She walks over to the step, bends over, placing both hands on the step, then one knee, then the other, and works like a beaver trying to turn her little behind so she may sit. (You’d like the view.). After a short while, she manages the turn. She kicks her feet and claps her hands, holds her head as if the troubles of the world were upon her brow, throws kisses, and waves. She likes to play the xylophone Jack N. bought her when she was born. You ought to see her point to the doggies in the picture books when I ask her—where's the wow-wows? Same goes when I ask her about a baby. She loves babies and children, especially, Natalie. Natalie takes dancing lessons and practices in here at times. Adele watches her intently without batting an eyelash. The funniest, I think, is when Adele turns all the way around. I think surely she’ll fall and she always fools me. I found a multi-colored rubber ball that is just right for her and she had a grand time bouncing it. I found it in the buffet. I don't honestly know the color of Adele's eyes. They are brown and gray and dark. That lock of hair I sent you was cut (by Betty)—I didn't have the heart from the back at the bottom and is darker than the rest of her hair. It sort of leaves a spot—if you look real close. I'm only sorry we couldn't accompany the curl. 

The weather since Monday has been miserable. Rain, snow, strong winds, cloudy and generally dreary. 

I took a shower after bathing Adele this evening and I'm wearing my red robe and royal blue slippers. It is 8:00 P.M. and Mom is listening to Fleisher (he comes on at 8 now). Harry is sleeping and Goldie is at work. She goes on days January 15th. Harry started on the first. 

I did forget to tell you that Adele is not chubby anymore. She is perfect now and has cute little curves. Or did I tell you? 

Ethel is starting her seventh month. The baby is due the middle of March and is very large. I told her I was going to make something for the baby and she insisted upon paying for the wool. I told her I wouldn't knit a thing unless I paid for it. She has been more than generous and appreciates hand work. I shall be glad to do it for her—at my cost. Al moved their furniture into the front room and Mickey and Rae have the smaller room. 

Darling, if I could only draw you close and whisper in your ear how much I adore you. I'm so hungry for you, the sight and feel of you! Five months today you were here, but I know you will one day be here again. I love you Phil!

Your Eve

P.S. Give my best to Red. 
P.P.S. The only cigarette lighters available are $1. They are cheap and I doubt if they are good. Do you still want one? 

January 5, 1944 

Darling just finished writing you a lengthy air-mail letter but just got a bit of news I thought you'd appreciate. Harry W. and Eddie Strongin are both in England. Eddie wrote to Lena and said he doubted if he could see you, but he might be able to see Harry. I don't have their addresses at the moment, but I'll send them shortly. I think they will contact you. I know Eddie has your address. I'm in the midst of a letter to Jack N. Guess the two letters today make up from my not writing yesterday. Your last letter was written on Dec. 16th and here it is Jan. 5th. Wonder what the hold up is? I'm so impatient for some word from you, sweetheart. What did you do Xmas? New Years? Five months today, baby—Gosh, that's a long time. Don't forget to send Jack birthday wishes—both of them the 12th and the 22nd. I love you sweet. A kiss from 

Your Eve. 

January 5, 1944
This is another V-mail, also dated January 5th, but it goes into January 6 from Evelyn to Philip. 

Dearest Sweetheart, 

Well honey, tonight it's the same old story—still no mail and since it is just a month since you wrote the last letter I received and that's longer than ever before, I feel pretty sure in stating that some change must have occurred. Naturally, the first thing I think of is—you're in France or something equally similar. The Bellets have had mail inclusive up to Dec. 26th and I'm stuck with the good old 9th of Dec. 

January 6, 1944 

As you may have noted, I gave up in disgust last night. Today, at long last, after waiting so long, two short letters, dated Dec. 14th and 15th came through. One was evidently written after one that did not arrive, and it doesn't make much sense. Something about oysters at Evelyn's, etc. The letters between the 6th and 14th are missing and undoubtedly I'll get them sometime this year. Your letter of the 15th only served to disgust me more. I’m sincerely sorry if I threw cold water on your business aspirations, sweet, but certainly you have no right to feel the way you do. Surely you must feel that a business is the best thing to secure all our futures—I felt the same way about my job and that was one of the important reasons why I took it. I'm very flattered, sweet, that my word so much to you (ditto for me) but you'll have to feel more strongly about a business venture than you do now if you have any intentions of making a go of it. I hope my long letter explaining my reasons for not giving the subject too much attention when you most expected it, and I trust you have thought better of it by this time. I'm certainly doing the most I can to that end and you have no right to make me feel so badly about the whole matter. I didn't say I wasn't interested in the proposition, I just thought it could wait until such time as we were financially able, (which is terribly important) to get a good start, until you, Jack, and whoever else is interested could get together. I believe in looking to the future when it concerns financial ability, for money certainly is a handy item at times, but I can't discuss the subject or make plans for there are too many aspects to be considered which are indefinite. I do know that we will go into business eventually— that I want you to rest for several months when you get back and not think of anything—that I want to be strictly on our own without any aid, whatever from anyone. Please put that in your pipe and smoke it for future reference and don’t for one minute forget it. I hereby apologize for any and all “hurts” I may have caused you and hope that when you have a good idea that you stick to it regardless; for then you'll make a success. 

I worked on Diana's sweater the past two nights and completed it this evening, buttons, initials and all. It's a real beauty and I've started on a cap to match. The sweater is the prettiest shades of pink and blue you ever saw. I'll write more tomorrow when I expect to have more time. In the meantime, I'm immensely relieved that some mail has finally come through. I love you, my dearest, every day makes the bond stronger. 

Your Eve

 

January 5, 1944. 

Darling Chippie, 

No mail today. The delivery of mail has been very slow and inconsistent of late. Instead of improving, the service seems to become more undependable daily. I know there is a good reason for it, but all the same, it is discouraging. Last night I played cards again in spite of my intention to go to the movie, but I guess it was all for the best as I made $12.00 for the evening. Tonight, however, I put my foot down when the guys came around looking for a game. I had decided to go to the movies tonight and that's just what I'm going to do. I'm reading over yours of 2 Dec. I notice you take me to task for drinking beer “up to the collar button.” Maybe if I had remembered to mention the fact that it only took three glasses of beer to fill me up, you wouldn't be laboring under the misconception you evidently are. As for the fact that I left the dance on the first truck, I assure you it wasn't at all for the reason you suggest. If, God forbid, I shouldn't see you for two or three years yet, I don't think I would be bothered that way. At any rate, aside from missing you, I don't feel that I'm missing anything. Least of all that dubious commodity common to all women, but only desirable to me in one woman and one woman is you, my own Chippie. Maybe I'm prejudiced, but I have yet to see the girl I would trade you for, and until I do, my pride in you and my love for you will keep me 

Your Phil. 

There is a copy of a letter from the government explaining the use of the V-Mail and how it is to be treated.

Post #260 - January 4, 1944 Seymour Called Us Long-Distance from California and When I Think How Eagerly I Looked for a Furlough in the States!

 

January 4, 1944

My dearest. 

I had just about decided not to write, for I’m bsolutely not in a letter-writing mood this evening. Still no mail and I can't help feeling a bit bewildered with such a long delay. All of the girls have had mail up to an including the 24th of December, while I lagged behind with yours of the 9th. What would you think??? 

Seymour called us long distance from California. He also sent us a large picture of himself and his boyfriend made at Earl Caroll’s Theater Restaurant in Hollywood. He says he's having a swell time while in port—nothing but the best. 

Ethel and Al came over to call for Rae last night, and we all spent the evening chatting about various subjects. I knitted on Diana's sweater the while and have a good portion of the sleeves completed. Then we had tea and cake and it was about 12 when I hit the hay. Since Adele has gotten into the habit of falling asleep at a late hour, she sleeps very late in the morning, sometimes till 8:30, and usually I'm fully clothed and washed by the time she awakes. This morning, she slept till 8:30 so I didn't lose too much sleep. 

I had a very busy day at work today and feel very tired. I hope to get to bed early, if such a thing is possible. I've sort of gotten into the habit of going to bed at 12 each night, and it certainly isn't a good habit to form. 

Harry isn't doing so very well with the gas station, as Al says it's slow all over during the season, but in the warmer weather they do three times as much business. I guess it's the old story—you have to take the good with the bad. 

Adele says the entire alphabet and sings “What a Difference a Day Makes” and even sings “Take Me Out to the Ball Game.” Ethel says that most kids at the age of two have a remarkable memory, but they seem to forget it all once they're past three. We'll have to wait and see— 

I'm having a picnic trying to fill this up, and since you have such an aversion to double spaced v-mails, I'm doing my best under the circumstances. All I can think of almost constantly is “Why in tarnation should my mail be held up so terribly long?” Darling, it certainly isn't a good feeling to know that you are a month away from me by the mails. It's bad enough I can't see and talk to you and that my mail is old anyway, but it simply does not come through—well— 

So goodnight for now, sweet, perhaps tomorrow I'll have some good news for both you and me. I love you sweetheart! 

Your Ev

January 4, 1944 

My darling, 

Just received your email of 20th Dec. At last my mail is beginning to catch up to me. A letter from Syd arrived in the same mail. I was astonished to learn that he is now in Italy. Evidently he is pleased with the change. He certainly is getting his full share of traveling anyway, 

I'm pleased with your decision to follow my suggestions in the matter of Xmas presents—after all. Even if you don't get exactly what I specified, I'm happy to know that you will or did get something for everyone I mentioned. Any day now I'll be getting a letter from you concerning the selections you made. 

Last night, after the usual hum-drum day, I passed up the movies to play cards and lost about $2. Tonight there is a good musical playing, and if I don't get into a game again, I'll probably see it. The picture is “The Gangs All Here.” I understand it's a fairly new one. At any rate, if I don't see it tonight, I'll see it tomorrow. We're getting three movies a week now and the only reason I don't go every time the show changes is that the projector is pretty poor, the sound distorted, etc. and the best picture is just about ruined for the audience. 

A week from today I am going to London on furlough, unless I can locate Eddie, in which case I’ll visit him for day or so, depending on circumstances. My furlough amounts to about seven full days, and I expect to find time to do a lot of things I lacked time for on previous two-day passes. When I think how eagerly I looked for a furlough in the states! I keep wishing I could spend this one with you, Sweet, and I'll be missing you all the while. So long for now, Darling. My love to all. 

Lovingly Phil

January 4, 1944 
Tuesday Evening
England 

Hello Phil: 

First of all, I wanted to ask you a question. Who is this James Haser, 2nd Lt. in the company? Isn't Captain Burkett the C.O. anymore? The reason I ask this question is because this Officer, James Haser has signed the letter I've received as an answer to the request made by me for re-assignment to the company. 

Phil, I am very sad, but since I have to face the facts, I might as well tell you, and maybe you already know, I will not be back to the co. I'm sending you the letter I’ve received as an answer. 

Phil, if Captain Burkett is still C.O., I think very little of him for not answering my letter. I think that was the least he could do. I always knew the outfit was chickenshit, but never had an idea it was nearly so poor as that. 

Phil, at present I am quite discouraged, so please excuse this letter. 

Now for the money I owe to you and Mack. George Nicholson owes me £3.00. See if he will pay you this amount. Should he feel that he doesn't want to pay you, please leave me know as soon as possible and I will see if I can't get it for you. I owe you £1.10 shillings and Mack 2 pounds, is this correct? If you remember, I gave you 10 shillings when I was in the hospital at the base, that made a balance of £1.10 shillings. Should this be incorrect, please let me know as to how we stand. I'm not sure either whether I owe Mack two pounds or three, so ask him to be sure. Now Phil, please inform me of this correctly as soon as possible and I will pay you and Mack. 

Phil I was really disappointed when I opened the letter. I felt too sure he had granted my re-assignment, I suppose. 

Well, Phil, I hope I can see you soon again, even if it is over here, but if we are not permitted, I'll see you in Phila. as soon as we're home again, and I sure hope it won't be too long. Well, Phil, tell Evelyn I send regards. Hoping to see you both soon. 

For now I will say so long. 
As Ever a Pal. 
Red

P.S. Tell the fellows I said hello! And good luck to all of you. 

P.S. Jr. Write soon and often. I am always glad to hear from you.

Post #259 - January 3, 1944 So Your “Stronger” Feelings for Me Would Scorch the Paper and That Will Give You About $110 Per Month—or More Than I Ever Could Give You as a Civilian

 

January 3, 1944. 
This letter is misdated as 1943, but that should be 1944. 

Darling Hubby, 

Received your Dec. 11th “free” mail letter yet today. So your “stronger” feelings for me would scorch the paper—hmmm—Ditto! I had Lou mail off the package today. Sorry I didn't know you needed hankies, but I'll be sending another package off in the near future and I'll include them. I'm enclosing a lock of Adele's hair as you requested, baby, and hope that soon you'll see her personally. She's positively darling and she'd be “your” little girl now. She understands everything! I fill up whenever I try to describe her to you. 

I received my check and again it was only $62.00. I'm hoping that $80.00 comes through soon 'cause I find it tough to manage on $62 without working. I gave my mom $15 on the $45.00 I owe her for my coat. I gave mom $20 and $2 extra (my portion of the plumber bill to repair the toilet after Harry dropped a comb in it and stopped it up.) 

I finished Adele's pink sweater and she'll wear it tomorrow. I'm going to make mom one, then something for Ethel's baby and then Goldie’s baby. Goldie started her fifth month on Jan. 10th and is beginning to show. She dropped a lot of weight in the beginning and looks swell despite the tummy. Guess that will keep me busy for awhile. I also want to make Adele another fine sweater (she has outgrown all others except the blue and yellow ones I made her and they are too heavy for the house) and a grey vestee for myself to wear with my suit—if I find time. Think I will? 

Adele knows how to kiss me lips to lips. It tickles her down to her toes just like your kisses used to tickle me.(Sigh) Incidentally, what do you mean by saying the novelty of your being home would wear off soon after you are home. In the time we were together, (passes and furloughs, too) and it is considerable, that feeling never wore off and I never intend to let it. I thought my actions when you were home were sufficient. I love you so much, darling. You'll be hearing that phrase the rest of your life as far as I'm concerned. Better get used to it. 

Ben complains to the high heavens about his life in Australia. If he's talking that way, things must be tough. Harry arrived safely, but they still don't know where he is. When I woke up this morning, there was a blanket of snow over all. As the day wore on it rained and gradually the snow disappeared. The weather today was downright miserable. 

I can't make up my mind about what to send Jack N. for his birthday (Jan. 22nd). If I can’t make up a nice package, I'll send cash. Don't forget to congratulate him! 

Notice the color of the paper—finally managed to get blue, pied stationary, huh! You've got it, mister.

Got a lovely V-mail from our Jack today. He asks for snap of you, saying that he has a snap of everyone but you as you look at present—and, being so fond of his big “brudder,” he thought he was entitled to one. What ever happened to that large picture you promised me? 

Time passes quickly sweet and I'm looking forward to the day when I'll be able to draw you close and tell you of my love for you. If I could only do so at this moment. 

Your Eve

P.S. A toast to the German Navy “Bottoms up!” Don't tell me you've heard that, too? 

January 3, 1944 

Ev, dearest,

I didn't write last night 'cause I got into a card game and hated to quit when my luck was running. So while you are “out” one letter, I'm “in” about $9. Think it was a good deal, Sweet? In the afternoon, after a few mail-less days, except for those I received from Eddie P. and Brother Jack, I finally received two letters from you. But you'll be surprised to learn which ones. They were dated Dec. 2 & 3. Can you imagine? I think I've already received all your mail up to and including Dec. 14, so you can understand why I was disappointed when I noticed the dates. However, I did enjoy reading both letters ’cause one of them contained Adele’s pictures and the other contained a few items that were “new” to me. For the first time, I learned why you decided not to spend that $50 as I had instructed. I think I've said enough heretofore on the subject, and you know my opinion in the matter, so I won't enlarge on it at this time, except to advise you that from now on I will send you the money I promised and no more. That will give you about $110 per month or more than I ever could give you as a civilian. I am not taking this course out of rancor, Baby; it's just a matter of principle. I don't want you to use any money I don't earn legitimately, either for your own keep or Adele’s. If I'm lucky enough to win a few dollars, all well and good, but I don't want you to depend on it for your bread and clothing as you imply in your letter. You say you are “doing without,” so that you might have the things you “want and need so badly.” Frankly, I don't understand that sort of talk. The way I figure, you shouldn't have to “do without” anything unless you're robbing Peter to pay Paul—as I've known you to do on occasion. The thing that bothers me most, though, is the fact that you took it for granted that that money belongs to you after I specifically stated what I wished to buy with it and for whom. If I had earned that money, I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do with it. I look on all such wages as entirely your property. Any money I make gambling, however, is not by any means to be considered earnings or to be used as such. It sets a bad precedent. I think you will see the sense behind all this, Baby, and understand my precautions to see that your past “failing” is not repeated. There is no argument about the second $50 I sent you because I specified that that was “yours”—a gift, if you wish. If you don't understand any or all of the above, Honey, don't hesitate to say so—and I'll be glad to explain further. If you do understand, then this will be my final word in the matter. January’s “allotment” will be consolidated with February's. I'll try to send $30.00 monthly, (I hope for not too many months) which represents the maximum amount I can spare from my regular pay. 

The pictures of the punkin were the best yet. Everyone agrees that she is a “sweet kid,” and it goes without saying that her Dad is prouder than proud. But I'm still curious as to the color of her hair and eyes. Can it be, as the picture suggests, that she is a black-eyed brunette like her mommy? She has grown surprisingly, and at first glance, it was something of a shock. I had to look hard to recognize the Adele that I knew. The “new edition,” though, has lost not one whit of the charm of the baby, I knew, and has acquired femininity—to boot. I’ll admit she looks a great deal like me, and for the life of me, I don't know whether to be glad for her or not. Be that as it may, I want very much to hold and fondle her pudgy little self, and it isn't very comforting to send her my kisses through the mail, but I'm hoping for better days. In the meantime, Honey, lavish a “double dose” of love and care on her to recompense for the lack of fatherly affection. 

It is your misfortune, darling, that my life in the ETO is very unspectacular and therefore utterly useless as far as making letters interesting is concerned, but I rather like the easy-going monotony of the routine, 'cause, as you know, I'm a very unspectacular guy at heart. I hear talk among the boys about how disappointed they are at the lack of “action,” but I think most of it is mere bluster; they don't exactly hanker after the kind of “action” some of our boys are enjoying in Italy, and I get to wondering just what their conception of the word is. I have no illusions on the subject, and while I'd fight as willingly as the rest if called upon, I am, at the same time, grateful for the present “inaction.” The sands are rapidly running out for the enemy, never doubt it, and the coming victory will be cause for the greatest rejoicing the world has ever known. But I can't forget that the martyrs who made the victory and the rejoicing possible will not be there to share it. Neither will their loved ones have cause for rejoicing. I think long and often of the irony and mockery of war, and the more I think about it, the more I hate it. So, Chippie, if I seem unduly depressed when everyone else is demonstratively happy at the “end of the war,” you'll know that I am remembering the “givers of the Peace.” 

I'm hoping, Sweetheart, that tomorrow will bring more recent word of you and Adele and the folks. God bless you all and keep you safe. My everlasting love to my own “Chippies.” Give Mom my love and ask her why she doesn't write to 

Your adoring 
Phil

P.S. Has Mom's allotment been increased? 

P.S. Jr. (as Red used to say) I'm not returning the proofs just yet—and if Wolpe doesn't like it, he can lump it. 

P.P.S. I, too, like the serious pose best, but I still think Clare Pruett can do better. 

January 3, 1944. 

Hello Phil, 

T’is now my turn to offer apologies for being so darn lax in writing to you. I have no excuse in the offering. Received a letter from Ev the other day and she gave out with the news of our fighting relatives. Yes, she had told me of Sid Brown’s breakdown. of your visit to Harry Wyman and that he had been shipped to France on limited service, of Eddie's return to the states, of Milt Brown's daring episodes with the Jap rats, but the most shocking news that she had related to me was of Betty's death. I hadn't known of her being ill recently and I'm at a loss as to the cause of her death. Ev didn't go into detail, for she thought that Gloria would and vice versa. I know that when you heard of the Philippines being invaded, you were wondering if I was in on the deal, but as you can see by my return address, I'm still at the same Base. I am doing the same work, but have added responsibilities, for I am Chief Clerk of my section, hence the promotion to Sergeant. Things are pretty much the same with me. Haven't had my furlough yet and don't have the faintest idea as to when I get it. I certainly would like to get down to Australia for a few weeks. Staying in a limited area, with civilization far behind for 16 months is rather a boring way to spend one's time in the army. My furlough papers werea lready in and approved by my Commanding Officer when an order came through, cancelling all leave to the land down under. Oh well, I'm a hell of a lot better off than many G.I.s, so it isn't as big a disappointment to me as one would think. I found out that a furlough to Australia would not affect my rotation, so if the order cancelling leaves there is rescinded, I’ll undoubtedly go. For awhile it looked like the Huns were going to give us a go, but Patton and his army certainly changed the situation. I hope to God that Germany will be crushed in the early months of 1945, otherwise, I can't even see the end of the Japs by forty seven. Phil, I sincerely wish that in this year, you will be able to return to that most wonderful place on earth—home. I wish you all the joy and happiness which you rightly deserve. Please don't seek vengeance on this worthless brother of yours and answer promptly. I once more promise to do the same and this time intend to keep to it. So long, Phil, may God bless you and keep you safe from harm, (namely find bombs). I am still 

Your kid brother
Jack 

January 3, 1944 

My darling, 

I'm really at a loss for words this evening, and furthermore, I'm at a loss as to what to think concerning the hold up of your mail. Here it is the third day of January and your last letter to me was dated the ninth day of December. That's almost four weeks ago, and it is about the worst situation I can remember. I'm way overdue, so sumpin’ better turn up darn soon—or else. 

Harry got his retirement tax from the government in the form of a check for $155. Goldie expects hers almost any day now. That's the one good point about working for the government, months later, you're still getting paid off. 

Rae is here for dinner this evening and I'm going to try to get to a movie with her for I’m way overdue on that too, and just can't seem to get to a movie for any money. Adele simply refuses to go to sleep, and since she becomes too unruly with anyone else, I must stay in, even though my work may be finished. I'm sort of looking forward to my New York trip in the hope that I'll have some time all to my widdle self. 

I spoke to Dot this morning and it may be that she'll rejoin Snuff for another month, alone. Her folks have been talking about it and she's keeping very still, hoping that they will reach a favorable decision on their own. It certainly would be nice if it could be arranged. 

I had an exceptionally busy day at the office and hardly had a minute to breathe. The rush is on—and then some. By the way, I stopped up at the bank before going to work and deposited $40 of my check to our account. I shall continue doing this for the next few months, and then I shall start buying bonds again. Our bank account is up to $250. By the way, I have not received your November bond as yet, and since it is also way overdue, I would suggest that you have it traced, if that is possible. I don't think it would be held off so long unless something happened. There must be a way of checking. Do you have a receipt for your outlay? 

We’ve had freezing cold weather both yesterday and today, though today was not quite as bad as yesterday. The days seem to be getting a wee bit longer, for I noticed when we left the place this evening that it was rather light for after six 

There isn't another solitary thing I can think of to say, and since I haven't done so badly with this sheet, I shall ask your pardon if I take my leave abruptly. I never tire of telling you, my dearest, that I love you ever so dearly and that I miss you keenly. I'm especially anxious to hear from you, sweet, for I certainly need “some spirit lifting” of late. Once the mail comes through, I'll be immensely relieved. 

Goodnight dear, I am 
Your Eve.

Post #258 - January 1, 1944 Adele Walked All Over the House and Performed Her Whole Bag of Tricks, and On This New Year’s Day—1944, I Say to You My Own, Look to the Future Eagerly

 

January 1, 1944. 

My dearest Phil,
We had company to start off the new year—the Browns and Milt and Sylvia. They are so thrilled with your letter and the way you express yourself that they can't stop talking about it. And Uncle gave Adele $2 for Xmas and a dubonnet hand-made all-wool sort of animal with a large silver and red ribbon, which Adele took to immediately, Adele walked all over the house and performed her whole bag of tricks. She was friendly with everyone and they just couldn't get over Adele’s singing. She sounds like a pussycat when she sings. She looked adorable in that rose dress, the late Mrs. N. gave her, rose socks and white shoes. Em and Phil also dropped in—Phil says he wrote to you. I'm wearing my suit tonight and most everyone likes it. I'm also wearing the stockings Ruth gave me for Xmas and my black “bedroom slipper” shoes. I've given most everyone in the family that particular snap of Adele I like. Just room to say I adore you, Phil darling. A kiss and hug from 
Your Eve

January 1, 1944. 

Dearest Ev,

No mail again yesterday, so instead of cudgeling my brains for the wherewithal of a letter, I played cards all evening. I enjoyed playing again, although my luck was pretty bad and I lost seven shillings. Excuse me, Sweet. Here it is the first day of the year and I almost forgot to acknowledge the fact. HAPPY NEW YEAR, darling! May it bring you everything you are wishing for yourself and your dear ones. I can't help wondering what we will have to look back upon New Year's Eve 1945. One thing I do know, and that is this: Regardless of what the year 1944 holds for us, at the end of it, we, you and I, shall have attained a fuller and deeper understanding of life and all its foibles, and this should help us to discriminate forevermore between the truly important and non-important; the essential and nonessential. Our senses of values will be matured, and our perceptions and appreciations of any favors or good fortune heightened. We will have gained much more experience than would normally be our lot in two years of living and learning. The waiting and wondering and longing and hoping and loneliness will be things of the past. All those aches and fears of the mind and body which are constant and paramount with us now will be as nothing then. Weeks and months, which seemed endless and unbearable now will then be a thought-for-a-moment. So on this New Year's Day—1944, I say to you, my own, look to the future eagerly—for in it lies the balm of our present troubled spirits. For you—all the love of 
Your Phil

Post #257 - December 30, 1943 Tomorrow—New Year’s Eve will be Our Third Apart in the Almost Five Years We Have Known Each Other.

 

December 30, 1943

My Own, 

Haven't had mail from you since Friday—five whole days. After receiving mail almost daily, I can't help worrying. Your last letter was dated Dec. 13th. Maybe tomorrow, huh? I worked for Miss Hahn all day while Betty and Sarah cared for Adele. Oh yes, I wore my red sweater today and it looks very well. I finished putting the sleeves in last night. I received a nice New Year’s card from Flora and Marvin and will answer them shortly. The Reader's Digest came through this morning and I hope to do some reading, if Harry and Goldie don't mind. I have to go to the tailor to take out my fur coat and skirt of my suit. Betty said Adele was a perfect angel all day long. Adele was so glad to see me that she didn't know what to do with herself. Adele really says “pop” and it sounds so cute. Tomorrow—New Year's Eve will be our third apart in the almost five years we have known each other. It will be just another night for me and a very, very lonesome one, too. I'm missing you more than ever lately. Keep well baby, I love you dearly. 

Your Eve

Post #256 - December 25, 1943 Just Finished Xmas Dinner, and if You All Fared as Well, Then You Have No Kick Coming.

 

Christmas V-Mail From Milton S. Brown to Evelyn Strongin:

Christmas Day, 1943. 

Dearest Evvie,

Just finished Xmas dinner, and if you all fared as well, then you have no kick coming. We had turkey, potatoes, corn, peas, mixed pickles, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, coffee, bread and butter, and hard candies. Wow! I'm so full, I don't care if I never eat again. This afternoon I'm going to clean up the surplus papers laying around for filing and then take it easy the rest of the afternoon. Later in the evening, I intend to write to Red and mail off the other five pictures. There was no mail again yesterday, and today being Xmas, there is no delivery or posting of mail. My last two letters are still waiting to go out. If the mail is unusually slow in reaching you, Chippie, you'll understand why. All in all, I've only received two letters in the past week, yours of the 14th, and Dotty's of the 9th. I have already answered Dot’s letter, that is, there was a letter on the way to her when she wrote, and I answered yours last night. This has been a very quiet Xmas for me, and consequently I’m rather it a loss for words. Too, my last two letters covered just about everything I had to say for the time being, and I'm very much afraid that you'll have to be content with a few lines of V-mail for the next few days. I may have a furlough coming up within the next two or three weeks, Sweet, so you'll understand why I'm not sending you any money this month. Truth is, I don't know exactly what I'll need, so I'll hold onto whatever I have leftover and send it along next month. Of course this is all subject to your immediate need of the money. If you really cannot do without it or need it for something more important than my furlough, let me know immediately and I'll send it along. You needn’t caution me to be sparing with my funds—I'm naturally inclined to be anyway. The higher the amount I can send you, the better I feel about it. Until tomorrow, darling. I am your ever lovin’ 

Phil

Post #255 - December 24, 1943 Tonight, My Thoughts are Largely of Last Xmas

 

December 24, 1943 
(Merry Xmas) 

My Darling, 

On this Xmas eve there is somehow an added tenderness in my thoughts of you and home and family. Landmarks in time have a tendency to impel one to look back. Thus, tonight, my thoughts are largely of last Xmas. I remember how “I'm Dreaming of a White Xmas” struck a little too close to home, and how very few of us less fortunate soldiers listened with a lump in our throats as it came over the radio every so often. I remember how I lay on my bunk that last Xmas eve and longed for home with a great and almost unbearable longing. I remember wondering then, in what circumstances this Xmas would find me, and what state the world in general would be in. And now—I have the answer to all my questions. I must say that the past year has brought many surprises, not the least of which is the fact that being far from home is no longer the tearing hurt it used to be. Time has the most wonderful way of dulling the pain—or else pain has the quality of anaesthetizing the sufferer, making him impervious to its proddings beyond a certain point. Whatever the reason, tonight I look forward to the next Xmas with no misgivings, whatever. I have the utmost confidence that the ugly interlude of war and all its attending misery will be a thing of the past; that together we will look back on this Xmas and remark on the strange workings of a compensating fate that could bring parting and sorrow and reunion and joy, all in the space of a single year. I remember telling you, just before I left, that when I had once again been returned to your side in a world made secure against war, the empty heartless days and months and years of waiting and longing for peace would seem as a day in retrospect. We have climbed the hill, Baby, and the way down will be easier in direct ratio to the difficulty of the uphill struggle. Look to the future, Sweet, and see it as I do, a conclusion to the sordid spectacle of war, the glory of peace, and the never-ending happiness and peace of mind that are inseparable from the accomplished fact of “us” reunited. Finally, on this Xmas eve I charge you, my dearly beloved, to have a deep and abiding faith in a beneficent fate, and the uncompromising and unalterable conviction that God willing, it will be so. 

Yesterday, as you know I was on K.P. I worked hard until 4:15 P.M. on the “China Clipper” which is the G.I. term for the dishwashing machine. (Or did you know?) Pvt. Collins was good enough to relieve me at that time so that I could get ready to go to services. At 6:15 ten enlisted men and three officers in a G.I. truck pulled out of Camp bound for the Chanukah services at a nearby town. The night was bitter cold, and before we had gone ten miles, our feet were damn near frozen. On the truck, I got a hunch, and asked if any of the fellows were from Philly. Not only was my hunch correct, but it turned out the one fellow who was from Philly used to run around with Yale when he lived at Whitaker and Loudon. We hashed it over old times and, for a time, I could forget the discomfort of my painfully cold feet. His name is Marron. I didn't get his first name. After what seemed an interminable time, we finally arrived at the Chapel. It was now about 8 o'clock. The Chapel serves two denominations, Protestant and Jewish. The ground floor is used by the former and the basement by the latter. We arrived to find the place jammed to the doors. What a conglomeration of uniforms! Every rank from private to major was represented. The majority was by far American, but there were plenty of British Army and RAF men there. The ladies were very much in evidence, too, and U.S. Army nurses and “WACs” rubbed shoulders with British “WAAF”s and ATS girls. Altogether, the gathering was one of the most interesting and colorful it has ever been my privilege to see. I was all eyes (as usual), and I was deeply interested in noting the many different types of Jews gathered together there. They were from widely scattered points of the globe, and from all walks of life, and were an absorbing study for yours very lovingly. Many, many things impressed me during the course of the evening, but none more so than the easy cordiality of privates and majors and corporals and lieutenants, etc. I think I was the only one in the congregation who was aware of the phenomenon. Everyone seemed to take it for granted that here in the synagogue, everyone met on an equal footing. Strangers, after a few minutes’ conversation, were acquaintances. The services were brief and simple. Then the chairs were removed. Refreshments were brought in and after much difficulty because of the congestion, a small space was cleared for dancing to the music of the phonograph-radio. A few of the fellows entertained (quite passably) and a good time, I think, was had by all. At 11 o'clock, after the Chaplain had played the two National Anthems, the gang broke up in a flurry of coats and hats and address-takings and roar of GI Motors. If anything, the night had grown colder, and to add insult to injury, Klein, who was driving, took a wrong turn, and after a full hours’ riding, arrived at our starting point. We were all too miserably cold and tired and sleepy to see any humor in the situation, nd everyone cursed volubly. Except me—I was too numb to even open my mouth. My feet were killing me. When almost unbelievably we finally did get back to camp and to bed, it was 2 A.M. My feet were two chunks of ice, but I was so tired that I slept anyway. This morning my feet were still too cold for comfort, although I was covered by three blankets. 

Today I did some work on the pay-roll and kept generally busy around the Orderly Room, and followed the usual routine. Your letter of Dec. 14 arrived in my absence yesterday and I found it on my shelf this morning. It had been about four or five days since I had heard from you, Sweet, so your letter was doubly welcome. Hope you didn't build up any hopes as far as the contest was concerned. It was, as most of them are, purely an advertising stunt, and the best customer is usually the best winner. I rather expected the outcome to be disappointing, so I wasn't overly surprised at your letter. What difference, Baby, what anyone else thinks of Adele? I think, and I know you do, too, that she is an uncommonly attractive baby, and nothing in this world, much less a mere stranger, could change our minds about that. Aren’t I right? 

Sorry, I steered you wrong as to Richie's whereabouts, Honey, but some misinformation, which isn't at all scarce around here, gave me the wrong impression. Tell Bob and Lena I'm sorry if I built up any false hopes, only to let them down. 

It is now Christmas Day (12:01), darling, and again, I'm wishing you all the blessings of the New Year. May they be great and plentiful. A special hug for the punkin’ for me, tonight, my eternal love to you my adored Evvie and my love to all. 

Your adoring husband, 
Phil. 

P.S.  Please send the package as your earliest convenience. Don't forget to remember the hankies. Some of my old ones will do nicely. Thanks, Baby.