Post #357 - May 1, 2, 1944 Snuff’s Appeal for Deferment was Rejected and Mr. and Mrs. Paller Have Good Cause to be Proud of Their Good-Looking Children

 

May 2, 1944 

My sweet, 

Received your air-mail letters of April 26 and 27 (meant for the 28th) along with the check from Sharp and Dohme in the amount of $3.45. I like the idea of you planning “our” home and it should be sumpin’. I only hope it materializes and in the not too distant future. You know, sweet, no matter how tired or letter-weary I may feel, I ease the tension with a few words to you. If, perchance I should happen to skip writing a day, it bothers me and I feel as though I hadn't been with you that particular day. I do love you so much, Phil! 

I cashed my check at the bank and deposited the one from S & D along with $10 of my check, bringing our total up to $140.00. I have $475 in bonds (maturity value) and when I get the two bonds due us from your pay we’ll have that much more. That, dear one, is the up-to-the-minute statement of our present financial outlook. Not bad—not good—but better than it has been for a long time, which makes it sumpin’. Which reminds me, Miss Hahn called and wants me to work for her this Thursday. I have $30 on hand, but have a few outstanding expenses during the month that will eat that up. I still owe $10.49 for the pictures and I want to get that carriage, if and when they come in. I have to get a bottle of cod liver oil ($2.29) and some personal things for myself, not to mention a pair of shoes. 

I saw “Lost Angel” as I had planned and it can best be described by the word “cutie.” I enjoyed it immensely. Goldie’s brother “popped” in on us shortly after I had completed writing to you (last night), having promised to visit Goldie before leaving for the Navy. He was rejected in his hometown but enlisted and was accepted in New York. Today he was 18 and we have a lovely birthday cake, which we are going to eat shortly, accompanied by ice-cream. I think I would give you my whole portion—if only you’d come home. 

The “ubiquitous” Adele (I knew that one all along) looked lovely this day, decked out in her new bonnet, powder blue overalls, blue and white jersey, and her blue sweater. I went to Broad St. with Anne to do some shopping. We have a new system. I can't go shopping with Adele unless I have someplace to put the package, so I give Anne Adele's walker and take her carriage. In that way the kids get a change (Adele likes the carriage—for a change) and I am able to shop alone. I take Adele into the self-service market, put her in the top basket of the carriages they have for the groceries and put my items in the bottom basket. Keeps her interested and I am able to get something accomplished. Wish you could go along, baby. 

I blocked and boxed Stuart’s sweater (it's complete except for the buttons, which I am not able to obtain—I want pearl ones) and put stiffening (Fay gave it to me) in the shoulders of my red sweater. Dot called—Snuff’s appeal for deferment was rejected and he'll positively leave this month. Guess I'm finished, but not with you. LOOK OUT—here comes 

Your EVE 

1 May 1944 

My darling Ev, 

The sun shines more brightly, the skies are bluer, and the grass is greener—all because of your two letters just arrived. They are especially cheering because they both contained pictures. More about that later. First, I want to get the “local” news written. 

Last night, after a very busy day, I headed for the Base Theater where the USO was presenting a show titled “Loop The Loop.” Like all the other titles of these shows, it was meaningless. However, the show itself was one of the best I have seen to date. There were only six performers, but they all counted for plenty of entertaining. First on the bill was the inevitable M.C. This one was a guy out of Pittsburgh by the name of Lee Simmons. He had a fine understanding of the type of humor the G.I.’s would go for, and he smeared it on thick. As an example of the type of humor, I offer this impromptu bit that had belly-laugh appeal for the assembled mob (me, too, no doubt). 

Mary had a little watch (no, you haven't heard this version yet, I'll bet.) 

She swallowed it one day 

The doctor gave her castor oil 

To pass the time away (ha! ha!—but wait!) 

But castor oil just wouldn't do 

The time she could not pass—

And if you want to know the time 

Just look up Mary’s uncle—

He's got a watch! 

Before you say what you are about to say—let me remind you, dear, that it is a masculine prerogative (one of the few we have left) to recite vulgar ditties. Don’t delude yourself into thinking what’s O.K. for me is O.K. for you—not a bit of it! In other words—if there’s any “dirty” jokes etc. to be told—I'll do the telling. Catch? 

Next were two kids who did a tap dance. One was a little too plump to be appealing, but the other half of the team was a real cutie—a blonde kid from the Bronx, who had all the curves in the right places and a face like Nan Grey’s to match. When there was a typical sun-tanned (unless the makeup fooled me), California gal, who looked like a blatant Hepburn and sang just a little too dramatically to be properly effective. She chose the wrong type of songs to do her strong, but short-ranged voice justice. At the end she sang two songs that suited her to a T (one a negro-Cuban number, the other a risqué ditty)—and these I enjoyed very much. Then there was an English girl, Ann Taylor, whose round-faced beauty reminded me instantly of Jeanette, who “heckled” the M.C. by reciting high-blown poetry, attempting a few steps of ballet dancing, and generally playing the dumb, sweet, innocent, young thing and very competently, too. 

The next performer I recognized at once. I once, in writing of another show, described a G.I. drummer as copying the tricks of Jack Powell, remember? Well, here was Jack Powell, himself, in person, but not in the usual black-face. He was always a show-stopper back in the States—and the guys loved him. For some reason I cannot fully fathom, G.I.’s are partial to drummers, and since Powell is “tops” in his line, you can well imagine the reception he received. That, my Sweet, was “Loop the Loop.” I hope I have conveyed some part of the pleasure I derived from it. 

After the show, I came back to the hut to find a card game going full blast. I decided to try my luck. Result: +$6.00 (for a change). We played pretty late—too late to even think of writing the letter I had somehow neglected all day. I went to bed promising myself (and you) that I would write “tomorrow” (for the 30th), but fate and the “Soldier’s Deposits” decreed otherwise. I was busy all day long and by the time I started this it got to be six o'clock. I had missed supper, but that's the rule rather than the exception. I interrupted this long enough to accompany Jurkovac to the Snack Bar for cupsa coffee, sandwiches, (we call them jam sandwiches regardless— two hunks of bread jammed together) and a hunk of ginger cake. Which all brings me to the important part of the letter—the pictures. 

Just as you were, I was disappointed in the proofs at first look. But also like you, the more I considered them, the better I like them. You can well imagine how long and earnestly I have scanned them since they arrived. I am now prepared to give you my, well-considered opinion, for what it's worth. The following comments are purely my own evaluation, you understand, and are not to be construed as infallible or worthy by accepted standards. On the other hand, my own opinion of anything is all-important to me, however wrong it may seem in another's eyes. I'll deal with you first, Chippie, ’cause the issue is clear-cut. It may surprise you to learn that I was well-pleased with the one pose (that you thought was the better of the two). Why? Because (1) It is natural and unaffected and “unposed.” (2) It “looks” like you. (3) The smile is spontaneous and warms me “where I live.” (4) It is “you,” quiet and reserved, and, I think, faintly wistful, and a trifle, self-conscious. The other one I dislike in direct inverse proportion because it is the exact antithesis of the first. Specifically, (1) it doesn't look like you. (2) It is unnatural and frankly affected. (3) The smile is discernibly “forced” and “does” nothing to me. (4) It is definitely not “you”—it is a self-assured, even arrogant, gal that I don't even know. Odd, isn’t it, to what extent the camera can lie? As for the punkin, since I am not as well acquainted with her as you are, I bow to your judgment as to which of the three poses most resembles her. I will not dwell on that angle. I only know that she looks very sweet to me in all the proofs and I find it next to impossible to express a preference. She is, as you have always implied, a very sweet, appealing and lovely little girl, and that is plainly evident in all three pictures. Therefore, I suggest that you order a 5 x 7 of each. I hate to give up any one of them. You know what to do about yours, of course. I don't care especially for an 8 x 10 under the best circumstances, but if you must order on that basis, make the 8 x 10 the one of the punkin I have marked on the back. A 5 x 7 of you will do nicely. Thanks a million, Baby, for the trouble and expense you are going to to oblige me in this matter. Incidentally, if you want to get a true appreciation of the pictures, especially Adele’s, compare the finished product with Wolpe's work. I venture to guess that you will be very pleasantly surprised and gratified with the completed pictures. Hell, I'm sure of it. 

The snap-shot is most commendable. You all look good (yes, even you, Chippie, and I’d think so even if I weren't nine months away from you), the quality of the print is good, and, on the whole, Mr. and Mrs. Paller have good 'cause to be proud of their good-looking children. If I weren't prejudiced against Ruth (Sinatra Swooner), I might be moved to say something very nice about the way she looks, but since I feel as I do about it, well—. Seymour looks to be about seven feet tall and he is really something for the girls to “swoon” over! The punkin looks very interested in what's going on, and faintly amused. You don't look as if you only had four hours’ sleep the night before. I think you look most attractive (and you know I'm not given to blarney), moreover, I like your “different” hair-do. It's most becoming. 

I hope I have answered all your questions about the pictures, Sweet, ’cause it is just about time for lights out and I want to get this in the mail before I turn in. I'll answer your two letters tomorrow. And so—hasta mañana, my darling. “Seeing” you once again has been a thrilling experience for me, even if it did bring home to me with poignant force the great love I bear you. A special hug and kiss for Adele, than whom there is none sweeter or more delectable. 

My love to all. 

Gratefully, 

Your Phil

Post #356 - April 30, 1944 We Stopped at Reardon’s and had Hot Dogs and Cokes

 

April 30, 1944

 

Phil, dear, 

We had regular summer weather today. I had Adele outside in the playpen. She wore her yellow gabardine overalls and the blue sweater from her suit. A neighbor whose husband is also in the Army, and who lives in the apartment above Feldman's Drug Store stopped to talk to me. She said she simply had to compliment me for my work on Adele's outfit, that she had admired the outfit many times. I never spoke to her before. 

Morty Krouse parked his car in front of our house in the afternoon and Adele insisted on getting into the car. He had a girl with him and they went into his house. He said it was okay for me to let Adele sit in the front of the car, til he was ready to leave. He couldn't believe she was my little girl, 

A little while later Phil dropped over with Emma and Emma's sister-in-law in Emma's father's car. Adele only wanted to get into the car and Phil obliged by taking us for a long ride along the boulevard to Reardon's. Harry also went along. We stopped at Reardon's and had hot dogs and cokes. I put Adele into one of the hichairs they have for babies. I gave her a bit of my coke, not wanting to spoil her appetite with any food, since it was almost her meal time. She cuddled up close to me and enjoyed the ride. I enjoyed it twice as much as she did, cause she kept still and I was able to relax. It was Phil's treat, even down to the food. He certainly has been swell to me, honey, and I wish, you’d write and tell him of your appreciation. 

It is very late (almost eleven) and I'm going to save this letter til tomorrow, when I hope to complete it. Adele didn't fall asleep til nine and I was dreadfully tired and caught forty winks before starting on this. 

I had an overwhelming yearning to see you, my dearest, and my heart is overflowing with love and desire to see and be with you. Good night, angel, see ya in the morning. 

May 1, 1944

Hy ya, baby! Today was a good one for me - four letters from you and my check. They were your v-mails of April 21 and 22 and air-mail of April 23-24. Not much comment to offer, sweet, except that you surprised me greatly by giving me your good wishes in connection with my returning to work. I think it's swell of you, honey, and I feel light of heart due to it. It had been bothering me and I never thought you would concede, not even the little bit that you did. I assure you, dearest, that I'll not "take advantage" and I haven't intentions of returning to work for some time. My grandmother is moving tomorrow and I believe it no more than right to give my mother a real I chance to relax.

Dot called and read me your letter of April 25, which she received this morning. The mails sure are funny! Adele, by the way, likes melted ice-cream—it's evidently too cold for her regularly. And—thanks for the compliments on some of my phrases. No, sweet, I didn't read them anywhere, they came out of my head and are original. I think there is plenty in my head that would surprise you, and probably will throughout our life. Which reminds me—Goldie and Harry have decided that a boy will be Dennis and a girl Diana Jean. They have a book which tells, the meaning and derivation of names. Evelyn means "life" and comes from the Hebrew. Philip means "lover of horses" (this ought to apply to Harry) and comes from the Greek. Adele isn't listed.

Harry was turned down by Yellow Cab, being over the weight limit of 200 lbs. He's very undecided and I don't know what he plans to do. The Signal Corps. owes him checks for a month, so he has plenty of time to decide. 

I finished Stuart's sweater and cap and it is a handsome set. I'm sure Ethel will love it. Ethel had hoped to go to Browns Mills this year, but all bungalows have been sold or rented. Guess she'll sit home.  

Mom's checks came through as per usual, $37 and $37, meaning everything is okay.

I'm in a terrific hurry this evening, sweet, as I want to make a movie. It's over three weeks since I've been to the movies and want to see the picture at the Lindley, “Lost Angel" with Margaret O'Brien, which they tell me is excellent. Did you see it? I don't recall.

Adele looked awfully pretty in her blue overalls and white blouse. I wore my brown slack suit today. I cleaned, pressed and went shopping with Anne. Anne is going to join Tony for a week—alone. Mrs. Presti is going to care for Richy the while. Fay’s hubby is coming home Thursday for 14 days. That is some furlough, but I think he's on the overseas list. 

Guess I’ve had my say, baby, so Iend me thine lap and I'll take all you have to give and more. I love you dearly, my own, 

Your Eve 

P. S. I haven!t received any bonds yet. How long do you think it will take for me to receive them? How are you standing financially, of late?

April 30, 1944

Dear Phil,

Received your most welcome letter and sure was glad to hear from you and that you are well. I feel as though I have known you always and hope to have the pleasure of seeing you real soon.

You have the most adorable daughter and she is as clever as her good looks and we sure did enjoy being with her. The few days that we were there. We also think very highly of your wife. Goldie and Harry go crazy over the baby. They spent a week with us and never stopped talking about the baby and couldn't get home quick enough to see her. When Goldie’s new arrival comes, I think your daughter will be thrilled having a baby around.

I sure did enjoy reading your Jewish letter and appreciate it very much. For an American born fellow, you sure did compose a lovely letter and I am saving it to show to your mother. I would of loved to answer in Jewish, but my son left for the Navy and I feel kind of low being he was 18 years last week. He's stationed at Sampson now, which is about 350 miles from my home. He enlisted and preferred the Navy.

We hope that all of you will be home to your beloved ones soon, and we shall see each one in person. We expect to be in Philadelphia about the end of May or beginning of June for the new arrival and will see your family.

Thank you again for your kind letter and write again whenever you get the chance. Lots of luck to you.

As ever,

Mr. and Mrs. David Silver

Post #355 - April 29, 1944 Almost Every Kid in the Neighborhood is Down with the Mumps and Red Knows a Few Girls Over Here, but He Doesn’t Get to See Them Very Often

 

April 29, 1944 

My Dearest, 

Today, at long last, I mailed off the two packages (Milky Ways and Red’s things and the stationery). It's almost like summer, though there is a slight cool breeze. Almost every kid in the neighborhood is down with the mumps and Natalie is the latest. She was playing with Adele last night and this morning she had it. I don't think mumps are common in babies Adele's age, and I don't think she'll get it. 

As you are well aware, today our little girl is exactly 17 months. I gave her a break and let her walk alone outside. She walked up and down the block and then around the corner alone, but by my side. She ran at times and I had to reprimand her. She behaved like a lady, to my utter amazement. She throws her hands in the air and says “hy ya.” She imitates Goldie’s every move. I particularly like the way she imitates Goldie chewing gum. She sticks her tongue out the side of her mouth and pulls it in with a chew-like motion and looks mighty funny. I'm glad to report that her sleeping is vastly improved. I have a new practice. I pick her up out of her sleep when I'm ready to go to bed and place her on the toddy. She “makes” and keeps dry all night. I catch her again when she wakes, thereby keeping her dry and saving myself lots of washing. She crawled behind the porch sofa today and backed herself out slowly. She steps up and down the step that connects the porch and living room. She is learning to be careful, not wishing to fall unnecessarily. I always ask her what she wants and she answers yes or no. When I talk about her to someone else, she listens closely, knowing very well that I'm speaking about her. I take her aside and explain things to her. For instance, we have the window connecting the two porches open and she likes to open and slam it. I took her to the sofa, sat her down and proceeded to tell her that she must not do that. She listens, paying strict attention. However, she doesn't always obey. I don't care about that as long as she obeys most of the time. What a kid! Mrs. Glassman said today, “Evelyn, she gets prettier every single day and if Phil could only see her!” 

Harry called Max Durits yesterday, thinking maybe he will become a cab driver instead. Max is a cab driver and Harry wanted to get the lowdown. It seems they make excellent money today. Harry hasn't decided what to do yet. 

Adele just did something very cute. She likes to talk on the telephone and insists on holding the receiver alone. She opened the phone cabinet and took the receiver off the hook and put it to her ear. I wish I could make a snap of her with it—she looks that cute. 

It's just two years since we first started up with the US Army—and I shall never forget that day or the date. I guess you've heard of the decease of Frank Knox and the rumors that the invasion is due most any day. Here's hopin’ that means an early return home—perhaps in ’44. I love you so much, my own sweet Phil. It's exactly five, so here's 

Your Eve 

29 April 1944 

Evelyn, darling, 

Before I answer, your two V-mails just arrived, I'll give you a quick resumé of “my day.” Not because it was in any way different from a few hundred others—not a bit of it, but I have to fill this sheet some way and I figure it ought to be good for at least a few lines. (I guess I could “waste” another line by pointing out that all the foregoing was written with thinly-veiled intention of taking up space—but I wouldn't do that!) 

There was just enough “business” today to keep me occupied, and to prevent me from indulging more leisurely pursuits, like reading, writing, drawing, etc. About five o'clock, having cleaned up what work there was, I preceded with my drawing. This time I took a bird's eye view (which pretty well explains the effect of the term “isometric”) from the opposite angle. This view afforded a better exposition of the front of the house. While it was still too square and bulky to be “cute,” it is nevertheless a “useful” arrangement. That, to my way of thinking, is the prime requisite. Looks, while important, are, nevertheless, secondary. I hope to have the floor plan and the exterior view ready for inking within a week. On completion, I'll send it on to you, so that you may know “what the devil all this talk of drawing and planning is all about.” (The quotes are my idea of what you probably are thinking as you read this.) I was busy, except for a few interruptions, until 9:45. Right now I am pretty weary and you'll have to forgive me if this letter sounds like it. 

Your V-mails are dated 20 and 21 April and are briefer than usual. You speak of Jack's letter, in which he indicated a tentative “surprise.” I think you are right about the “stripes,” but it may well be that he has arranged a meeting with Ben. 

I'm as much in the dark as you are about Adele's strange behavior toward Rose. An infant’s mind is almost impossible to fathom, and could the punkin speak well enough to explain her unseemly aversion to one who has shown her nothing but kindness, I doubt if she could make the reason clear. As I say, it is well-nigh impossible to say for sure, but my guess is that the feeling of dislike or fear which is evidenced by her actions, is purely instinctive and has no justification in fact. I fancy she'll outgrow the notion as she gets better acquainted with Rose. It is easy to understand Rose's discomfiture on this account and I feel for her. 

You are wrong about 29 April marking the two-year point in my Army “career.” That happy(?) day will be 2 May. 

Oddly enough, and contrary to your expectations, your Air-mail “longie” of the 19th arrived before your V-mail of the 20th. The guy who first said “wonders will never cease,” knew what he was talking about. 

The paragraph about Adele and the rain (and her impressionistic name for it) tickled my risibilities—which is a fancy way of saying it made me laugh. 

No, Sweet, none of the packages has arrived yet (the Milky Ways were last—and are “all” as Red, would say), but I'm looking forward to getting them almost any day now. While I think of it, I'll tack a request for more candy (bars, if possible) onto the end of this. 

You ask about Red. I think I told you something about him yesterday. He knows a few girls over here, but he doesn't get to see them very often. 

Which just about answers your two V-mails. I'm still looking for those proofs. Maybe tomorrow, huh? 

And now it's way past my bed-time, so I'll say “Good-night, Baby.” I love you so very much! My usual kiss for the cherub. My love to all. 

Always, 

Your Phil

P.S. Please send the candy. 

Post #354 - April 28, 1944 Seymour Went Down to Enlist in the Navy and was Rejected and I am having a Helluva Lot of Fun with this New Hobby of Mine

April 28, 1944

Dearest Phil, 

The mail brought me your “running” letter of April 15-16 and a v-mail from Milt Brown. This was the first word the Browns had had in eight weeks. They also received a v-mail. He wrote it while aboard ship and mentioned that they had passed the International Date Line. There was no date, but I surmised that it was written about Passover, since he also mentioned that they had matzo, wine, etc. aboard ship to celebrate the holiday. 

Your letter(s) require little comment. I had a hunch you’d want Peanut Chews, and I'm glad I guessed right. I tried to get another box today and couldn't. I took the next best thing—a box of Milky Ways such as those I sent you. Ben gave me the box “on the cuff” (I’m flatter ’n flat) and though I have it wrapped (I also have Red’s package ready) I could not find time to get to the post office. Included in Red’s package, which I am addressing to you, are a shirt, some ties and some hats for Red and two booklets of stationery for you that I told you about some time ago. I intend to mail both packages off tomorrow. Those Milky Ways are very heavy, weighing almost five pounds alone. Send along a few more requests, sweet. I'm trying to mail off something every two weeks. I spent the $5 Jack N. sent you, but if you still want it, I'll send it along from my allotment next month. 

I didn't go to see Hal Chase cause there wasn't anyone to stay with Adele. You want to know how Adele evidences her “jealousy”? She cries, looks hurt and acts as if she'd been done wrong. Yep! She's a regular woman! She calls me “EV” sometimes and when asked, who Ev is she says, “momma.” I gave her a ride on a tricycle in the driveway and she didn't want to get off. I wish I could get her one now. They run rather high. I still have the carriage to get and I spent the money I had put aside for it. 

Harry went on the Freihofer payroll today. I don't know what his salary will be as yet. Another item: Seymour went down to enlist in the Navy and was rejected—one leg is a half inch longer than the other. He’s wondering if that will get him a 4-P if he is drafted. He didn't tell the folks about it yet. 

I'm nearly finished with Stuart’s sweater, having just a few inches to do to complete the sleeves. I have to make a dopey cap, too. 

It was warm and sunny today and a welcome change after “the rains came.” I never saw so darn much rain. Thank God that's over! 

Baby, I don't mind keeping our tryst in an easy chair, and I especially don't mind sitting on your lap. Hold me little tighter, will you, honey? It's exactly five o'clock and I will feed Adele very shortly. Close your eyes, dear, and let me kiss your eyelids. And now your lips—sigh - - - -

Your Eve 

28 April 1944 

My Darling, 

Your two V-mails just arrived—but the dates! One was written on 5 April, the other on the 17th! I can understand any discrepancy between Air-mail and V-mail, but this beats me! 

The rather brief note of the 5th told me nothing I haven't known for weeks. The other one, though, contained two new items. (1) Mr. Frommer back home and looking better than ever. My congratulations to him on his quick recovery and my best regards to all the Frommers. (2) The Claire Pruett proofs are in the mail. I'm hoping to see them tomorrow or the next day. It's an aggravating coincidence that those letters I happen to be looking forward to especially—are the ones that are held up the longest. 

There has been remarkably little to report these past few days, Chippie, and I'm more or less at a loss for words. 

“Business” today was practically non-existent, and I was able to work almost uninterruptedly on an isometric drawing of the house, the floor plan of which I completed yesterday. The isometric drawing is all but finished, too, but I don't care too much for the way it looks. I decided to “build” along Modernistic, and therefore severe lines. My materials were to be stone (or brick) and glass brick. The building, except for one abutment, is square, and probably accounts for the unprepossessing appearance when modeled along severe lines. The floor plan is too much to my liking, however, to permit me to abandon it ’cause it don't look like much from the outside. I'm going to try again in a more conventional style exterior. 

I got stuck when I was ready for the roof and asked a couple of the boys with some mechanical drawing experience to help me out. However, aside from starting a lively discussion and putting forth with their ideas on how it should be done (all of which proved wrong), they weren't much good to me. In the end, I stumbled on the solution myself. 

Altogether, Sweet, I am having a helluva lot of fun with this new hobby of mine. Who knows—maybe someday we’ll put one of my plans to better use—? I'd like to have your ideas on the house you would like to live in, Chippie. Think it over. 

That's about all for today, Sweet, so I'll take my leave—after I hold you close, kiss you, oh, so tenderly (but nonetheless thoroughly) and whisper “I adore you” into your ear (the left one). A kiss for Adele. My love to all.

Ever,

Your Phil

 

Post #353 - April 27, 1944 Before I Tell You A Hair-Raising Story About Lil… and We Worked Out a Plan That’s a Honey

 

April 27, 1944

Dear Sweetheart, 

Received the enclosed letter from Mrs. Benis. They sure are having their share of bad luck! 

As I told you in yesterday's letter, I went to visit Lil last night. I also told you that she had purchased a bunny for:Adele. I thought it was a small stuffed bunny. You ought to see the size of it Phil! It's almost the same size as Adele, with an oversized head of white plush, legs and part of the body made of a cadet blue material, finished off with a rose ribbon about the neck. Adele opened her big eyes til they were enormous and adores the "ba" beyond words. She went to sleep with it this evening. A toy of that caliber runs into the $8 figure. I've always wanted her to have one and don't have to tell you how happy it made me feel.

Before I tell you a hair-raising story about Lil (with her consent) I want to give you another bit in of news. Harry quit the Signal Corps today and expects to work for Freihofer's driving a truck on an established bread route: He got a statement of availability (due to the doctor's certificate) which enables him to accept any job, regardless of whether or not it is defense work. He hopes to be able to make about $60 per week, and will, and perhaps make more than that. You know, sweet, it has always been my ambition to have a comfortable income for I hate pinching pennies more than anything in the world. We've been up against it for over three years now and it's hard to sit by and watch everybody else "pile it up.” I'm beginning to think I'd rather have a business before I own a home. I don't want to get filthy rich, I'm happy long as I don't have to count each and every dollar. I have to hand it to Harry, he has nerve and he’ll get some places regardless of his intelligence. Phil, you may not realize it, but I'm the only wife, among all the people I know that has had such a tough time with my allotment. Fay, Anne, and any others in my position have had financial aid besides their allotment. Their folks are working and buy everything they need for their babies. They have their allotments to themselves and I’ll give you one guess as to what they are doing with it—stowing it away—and then some. They buy lovely clothes and go to expensive shows, etc. and though I should like to go along at times, I've got to remember my rigid budget. I don't mind, really, for I have all my dreams wrapped up in you and "our” future, but, it has to be what I'm hoping, or I'll be terribly disillusioned and disappointed. Phil, keep reassuring me, will you? I don't expect to return to work til after the summer, for my grandmother has given my mother some trying days and nights, and I think she is entitled to the summer without burdening her with Adele. I didn't mind the money situation when I was working, but it's kinda tough now. It would be alright if Adele and I didn't need clothes—that uses it up too fast. Just keep reassuring me—I think that will do the trick. 

Lil is in love—yes, really, to a married man almost 45 years of age, who has three grown children and a wife who doesn't give a damn about him. He was left flat once and took her back on account of the kids. He has a dental laboratory and makes lots of money. (He gave Lil $100 for a Xmas present—he asked her want she wanted and she jokingly said $100—so he gave it to her, though, she protested). He has been cheating on his wife since they were married and Lil says she is the first girl he has stuck to for any length of time. Lil says she doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks, but I'm sure she does. She didn't want me to tell the folks and I haven't. She says he has not bothered her sexually yet, but expects he will and she hasn't decided what she'll do. There is a possibility that he may divorce his wife, leaving him free for Lil. Doesn't she get into the predicaments! She says he's the first guy she could see eye to eye with, they have the same tastes and desires, her day is complete if he calls her on the phone. He shows her a good time, is highly intelligent, self-educated, once had his own orchestra. He plays, every instrument and is very musically inclined and definitely not good-looking; too much on the South Philly side. He was married at 19 and his oldest son is 21. He employs an assistant, has an established business and good clientele. His brother knows of Lil and so does his mother. They know it isn't right, but they know his true position. He never takes his wife out. His wife has an excellent position (much to his disgust) and gambles for high stakes. Lil figures if he doesn’t spend it on her he’ll spend it on some other dame, and—she loves him. Says he is the first man she ever really wanted. She's pretty sure he feels the same way. She asked my opinion.

Somehow I don't blame her. Love is love and she isn't hurting anyone, except herself. She knows that, and has decided to take whatever she can get, regardless of the outcome. Marriage isn't any good unless there is love. As I told Lil, I'm sure Phil and I would stick together even if there wasn't such a thing as marriage. Lil envies me terribly, sweet, much as she tries to hide it and I've never let on that I know it. I think this affair is largely responsible for her keeping away from us. I don’t think she intended to tell me, but decided she could trust me. She did another crazy thing last night—she sent me home in a taxi and told me not to tell anyone. Phil, I can't ride on trolleys, buses or the subway for I become dizzy and unbearably ill. It's worse than it's ever been and I mentioned it to Lil very casually. When I was ready to leave, after having some delicious cake and some milk, she suddenly disappeared. She had gone to the cab, as I learned later. I was furious, but call she insisted. She stuffed $2 in my pocket and became angry when I refused to take it. I took it and kept still, at her request. I enjoyed the ride home and it was really worth $1.50. I'm sure Lil won't accept the $2, but I'm going to insist upon her accepting the change. She is so good and I can't help feeling sorry for her at times. She's spasmodic and unbalanced mentally. She's intelligent enough, lacking common sense and the fitness of things so important for her own benefit. She reminds me of Helen at times and I'm inclined to believe that an inferiority complex is the underlying reason. And I think I'm changeable! They have me beat a mile!

Jack and Alice asked about you. Jack told me he has a bet on with someone that the invasion will start May 10th. I wonder if it is that close??????

It rained again—for a change—all day. I had oodles and oodles of sewing to do and finished with everything. I fixed Adele's new overalls and they fit beautifully.

Think I've said enough? No? Neither do I. I must tell you once more how dear and precious you are to me, how I respect and love you, and how I want very much to hold you close to 

Your Eve 

27 April 1944

Dearest Chippie,

It is now the morning of the 28th, but this letter is for the above date. Last night Sgt. Beppler asked me to take his CQ for him. Because I was engrossed in the problem of that plan I was telling you about, I had intended to spend the evening in the Orderly Room (where it's quiet) anyway—so I agreed. Shortly after 8 o'clock, Red came in, and between us we worked out a plan that's a honey. (At least I think so). It wasn’t easy, either, because I had set myself the problem of three bedrooms on the one floor. The completed plan specifies the following: Living room (14 x 19-1/2); Dining room (10 x 13-1/2); Kitchen (10 x 10); Master Bed-room (12 by 18); Second Bed-room (12 x 17); Third Bed-room (12 x 14); Bath-room (9 x 9); Master Bath-room (7-1/2 x 10); Overall dimensions (42 x 43). As the plan stands now, I have the closets (3 x 6) incorporated in the design. As a matter of fact, I even have the furniture installed—no kiddin’! A partial basement will be just big enough to house the heating plant and a garage. Today I'm going to try the side views. The drawing is all smeared up from erasing, repairing, etc. When I make the finished drawing and have it inked, I'll send it along for your comments. Don't be too critical, Chippie, of my first attempt. If you want to get an idea of the difficulties involved, try it yourself. The necessary facts are above.

I was up at 4:30 this morning to wake the K.P.’s. At 6 I awoke the rest of the company. Since then, I cleaned up the Orderly Room, put a few finishing touches on the drawing, and started this. No mail came for me yesterday, so I'm just about “caught up.” Right now I'm waiting to go to lunch, and Lady, am I hungry!

When I said I was caught up, I didn't realize how completely. I can't think of another solitary thing to say. If I receive a letter today, I'll write again. If not, I'll probably let it ride ’til tomorrow.

For the present, however, I can only wish you a fond good day, and rush off to the Mess Hall while there's still something left to eat. A quick kiss from the cherub, a big hug for you, and my love to all.

Hurriedly,

Your Phil