I intend to post almost daily, and in roughly chronological order, the thousands of pages of daily love letters that my parents sent to each other during WWII and any other documents that pertain to these letters..
Today is Seymour's 18th birthday and Ruth and I each contributed to buy a $5 wallet which he had expressed the desire for. He leaves on June 9th, the exact same day Ed left last year. Seems to be an unlucky date for my folks. That, by the way, is the date Goldie's baby is supposed to put in an appearance. She's still around.
I worked six hours for Miss Hahn today. It is very very hot and the evening paper discloses the fact that the past May was the hottest one on record in 33 years. My father's boss asked me to take the secretarial position since he cannot get a girl. I told him to get someone else, as I'm not interested in returning at the moment. He did get someone and then had to let her go for she couldn't seem to pick up the work. In the meantime he is without help and in a sort of fix. He asked me if I would consider working a few hours, a few days of the week til he broke in another girl. I consented to that at a remuneration of 70¢ per hour. I am working for him tomorrow from 12 to 6. I don't expect this business to last more than two weeks. I'm losing my taste for returning to work - imagine - after all my arguments for it! It wasn't that I changed my mind about it - I can't stand buses and subways, etc. As long as I get a ride, as I do in the case of Miss Hahn, I don't mind at all.
I was going to be different this evening and not mention the fact that today is exactly two weeks since I last heard from you. I changed my mind, as you may have noticed. I'm not worried, honey, I know you're alright. But I would like to hear from you just the same, if’n the U.S. Army doesn't mind. I realize that it has something to do with the invasion and if it means that you'll come home sooner if I do without mail for a while, then I'll do without mail for a while. I hope, though, that you're writing in the meantime, or permitted to write, so that I am richly rewarded with about 12 letters. Make it one and I'll be satisfied!
My check came this morning, but I don't think I'll be able to cash it til Monday, when I hope to get to the bank. Since I didn't spend any of my excess cash last month, I deposited it to our account, total now $155. My part time work enables me to save and spend to a moderate extent. I'm wondering at the moment whether or not you are permitted to leave camp for visits to London. My guess is no. Guess I'll have to wait a long while for an answer.
My dad informs me that the boss gave me the clock as a gift. I'm very happy about the whole thing. Tomorrow I'm going to buy Adele at big Raggedy Ann doll if he has what I like. Adele is so crazy about dolls! She hugs them to bits and kisses and kisses them. She even gets red in the face hugging so hard! Adele is getting thinner. And now I'd better sign off before I type over my allotted space. I love you, darling Phil, and would give most anything to take you into my lonely arms and heart and hug you to bits. Oh, baby mine, I want you so much!
It is now 13 days without mail and I have it from various sources that mail from England is frozen. What the devil is wrong now??? Can't the army ever do anything right? Holding up mail is the most disgusting thing they could do, and it's about time they had some system. I'm fed up to the ears with the Army and its red tape methods.
Now for something really interesting. I let Adelel set alone the other night. I'm not letting her do it full time - just giving her tryouts at various intervals. She ate a cup of jello alone (you should have seen her when she finished) - I think there was more jello on her than in her. She had a marvelous time and would have made a repeat performance had I had another cup of jello on hand. She has learned to wipe her mouth with her bib when she has completed her meal. However, occasions do arise when the bib isn't handy, at which time she simply pulls up her dress and uses it in like manner. What a kid!!
And more important! My dad managed to get me an alarm clock from his boss. I didn't care whether it was an alarm clock or not - I only wanted a clock. It's black plastic, round shape and very nice for the $1.10 wholesale price. It sells for $1.65 plus tax.
I spoke to Lil this evening and she, like Dr. Gayl, doesn't think I should bother about Adele's feet at present. So, I think I'll let the matter drop for the time being. Adele’s present shoes are short in the toe and I hope I will be able to land a pair next week. Baby shoes should be much longer than the foot and not fit as yours and mine do. Here's hopin’!
It was very it was very hot all day long and I'm hoping I'll get some sleep tonight. Adele was wonderful last night, and I'm also hoping for the same reactions. I did quite a bit in the way of housework and even managed to finally put the initials on the sweater I made for Stuart.
Mom is getting a girl to clean the two back rooms so that Goldie and Harry may switch rooms with her. They're going to take the back room with the twin beds (they want to sleep separately) and Mom will take the middle room as before. Goldie has but nine days to go. Mom kept saying that she would have the baby in May, while I kept saying she’d hold out for June 9th. We shall see!
I'm going to work for Miss Hahn tomorrow. Tomorrow is payday - the best day of the month as far as I'm concerned, 'cause I have to wait so long for it. I'll still take the weekly system and you, baby, any day. What do you say, sweet? Guess what? You would! Sure I love you and always will be
Your Eve
31 May 1944
Dearest Evvie,
Today was pay-day, and before I get into a card-game, I thought I'd better get the daily letter off my mind, so I can concentrate on what I'm doing.
This morning, as I told you yesterday, I was busy compiling the company history for the past month. I didn't have time to continue with it this afternoon, due to the hustle and bustle of getting the company paid. About four o'clock, I developed a bad headache, and went back to the hut to sleep it off. I must have started to dream immediately. Most naturally, I met you here on the base. I say naturally, because in my dream it didn't seem the least bit odd that you were here. We had an understanding that I was to meet you and take you to the Base Theater to see "White Cargo" (which happens to be showing today). Inexplicably, on my way to
meet you, I became immersed in the midst of a mob. When I extricated myself, I saw you standing in front of a store window, - don't ask me where the store window is to be found around here - I wouldn't know. Anyhow, Chippie, I saw you as plainly as I could possibly describe. It shocked me that you had neglected to apply powder and lipstick. Your dress struck me as looking exceedingly drab; your hair, darker and more lustrous than I remember it, was tied up in small blue ribbons, giving you a most unprepossessing appearance. Moreover, as I approached you, I was aware that you were very angry with me for showing up late (ironical, isn't it?). Wordlessly,
you fell into step beside me, and the next thing I knew we were trudging along over
these very fields on our way to the movies, (All this without a word between us.) In the distance, some kids were playing around with two muzzled dogs. Suddenly, the
dogs made a dash for us. I told you not to be frightened, calling attention to the fact that they were securely muzzled. The dogs came on, and were soon upon us, jumping up on us and making themselves a nuisance. Out of nowhere, a big, ugly brute, wearing a shirt open at the throat, and a sloppy looking pair of trousers, came into the picture. He grabbed hold of one of the dogs, and approaching you, urged him to commit an indignity on you (imagine!). This infuriated me. I pushed you away from the dog and the low character holding him, and lashed out at him, catching him fair on the jaw, Usually, in a dream, when I am fighting, I find it next to impossible
to lift my arms. You know the sensation of trying to run away from something horrible in a dream, only to find that your legs just won't cooperate? Well, much the
same thing happens to my arms when I need them most in a dream. I just can't seem to move them as I would want to. Not this time, though, 'cause I very satisfyingly proceeded, with great finesse, and with no waste of time whatever, to cut that ugly face to ribbons with my fists. Never, in a dream, or otherwise, have I ever enjoyed a fight so much. In no time at all, the big hulk lay stretched on his back before me. The last thing I remember, is that we were alone again, still trudging across the fields in the direction of the movies - and you were still too sore at me to talk. We never did get to the movies, 'cause at this point, I awoke.
You are, Chippie, no doubt wondering why I take the trouble to recount such
a silly dream. The simple truth is - I didn't know what else to write. Hope I haven't
bored you too completely.
The weather today was lovely. Lovely weather is much appreciated by every one over here - we get so little of it. However, for some weeks now, we've had an unbroken stretch of clear, sunny skies. Only on a few occasions has it been too
warm for comfort. The country hereabouts is doubly attractive in the Spring sun,
and I wish most heartily that you could see it, darling. Walking to mess, one is
often met by the sweet perfume of unseen flowers. The occasional whiff of sweet
clover is just too distressingly familiar to be entirely welcome. It brings with it an almost intolerable sense of homesickness. Too many things that inspire by their beauty have the same effect on me. Thus it is, that the most beautiful sunset is the most disturbing. If you wonder at this, dearest, I don't. Deep within me, is the unalterable conviction, call it an instinct if you will, that beauty, as such, doesn't exist for me, unless I can share it with you. In our present state, it's very "incompleteness" is a source of regret amounting almost to remorse. My inability to react normally to beauty in any form, is, in all likelihood, the same effect you mean when you write that you feel "dead". If such is the case, then you know only too well, dearest one, what I am trying to convey.
Good-night for now, my lovely - the radio is giving out at the moment with “My Heart Tells Me" - better sign off real quick before I weep great, salty tears all over this nice clean paper. I love you dearly, my Eve, and in spite of the conflict of the spirit I suffer because of my love for you, and my need of you, I'll be eternally grateful for it. My dearest love to our sweeter than sweet punkin, the precious Adele Bara. My love to all.
There was no delivery of mail today due to the holiday. I hope you will bear with me when I say I'm disgusted with this one way correspondence. I find it exceedingly difficult to express myself properly, or to say anything of real comfort to you, sweet.
Today was much like all the others. I pressed most of the day and still have a pile for some other time. The weather has been nice for the past few days. It's cool in the early morning and in the evening and very hot in the afternoon. I spent part of the afternoon outside with Adele. Emma visited for a short while. Here's an interesting piece of news: Miriam Brown is in her third month. She is getting needles in order to hold it. She must have very weak insides.
One of the neighbors, who knows quite a bit about children's feet and shoes, advised me to take Adele to a certain hospital to have her feet and legs examined. She told me not to listen to the doctor, but to make sure for myself by letting another doctor examine her. In this way I would have the opportunity of having Adele examined by a specialist in this field and at the price I could afford to pay. She said her kid walked the same way and she corrected it with special shoes. I've got nothing to lose, so when she gets the name of the place for me, I shall take Adele for an examination. Adele has worn away part of the heel of her present shoes, and they aren't even two months old. I intended to get her shoes next week and perhaps I can get her shoes more easily if they are prescribed by a doctor. I dread the ordeal of shoe-buying already.
I have an idea that the letter I sent off last night will be late in arriving. Therefore, honey, I might inform you that it bears two enclosures, a letter from Jack N. and four snaps, two of me alone and two of me, Adele and the family. It was a heavy letter and required 18¢ postage to ensure its delivery (it should be de-livery, shouldn't it?).
Flora and her husband are home on another two week furlough. Flora’s mother is keeping steady company with a nice-looking bachelor and I'm sure it will culminate in marriage. She introduced us and he seems very nice.
Adele got me up no less than six times last night (boy, was I mad!) and I'm hoping she’ll be more considerate this evening. I'm kind of tired this evening, baby. Gosh, I forgot to mention in my last few letters that I'm keeping “our” date faithfully. I look forward to that moment each day. My dearest one, I love you so much! A fond hug and kiss from
Your Eve
30 May 1944
Dearest Darling,
Seems like writing each and every day is getting to be a little too much for me. Yesterday, for instance, I thought and thought about something to write about, but only succeeded in drawing a blank. One fact did strike me, though; that our precious Adele was exactly a year and a half old on that day (29th May). It set me to wondering how much older she will be before I come home to her. She must be adorable about now and I can't help feeling that I'm missing a great deal in being away from her.
The only activity I indulged in that is worthy of note (yesterday) was my almost daily excursion to the Base Theater to see Frederic March and Alexis Smith in “The Adventures of Mark Twain.” It was a fairly interesting picture, but I didn't care too much for the direction. Seemed to me they wasted too much footage on trifling details. The whole thing was out of proportion. (Maybe I should have been a movie critic, huh?)
Today is Memorial Day and I've been trying to remember what I was doing a year ago. Seems to me we passed in review before the Colonel at Ft. Dix (and was it hot!) Can't remember, for the life of me, whether I managed to get home in the evening or not. I'll be surprised if you don't remember, Sweet.
Finally managed to send off that long delayed letter to Anne Furr.
I have been “appointed” company historian and I expect to be busy tonight and tomorrow interviewing the various section chiefs to procure the data for the company history which I must have completed by the 3 June. This will be a monthly chore and entails a good bit of work.
No mail arrived either yesterday or today, so—since I have nothing else to report from this end, I'll sign off now. Love and kisses from me to you, Angel—and to my littler angel, the adorable punkin. My love to all.
Eleven days without mail! I know, Phil, but Jesus, Phil! I wonder how many more days it will be before I do receive something?
In the meantime, I had the enclosed letters from Jack N. and managed to get a long letter off to him this afternoon, in reply.
Enclosed, too, are the snaps Petey took on May 14 and May 21. Doesn't Adele look cute with the Britisher's cap on? I don't particularly care for the snaps of me alone -too much sun - makes me look too glary (is that a word?)
I also had letters from Syd and Jack S. to round out the day.
I did quite a bit around the house today. It was very warm all day so I had Adele out in just a pinafore - an orchid one with orchid socks to match. Adele made friends with an elderly (no, middle age) couple that live directly opposite us in the back. Mr. and Mrs. Katz always look for her. They own 36 houses, and he is retired, living on the income from them. He has a lovely car and since Adele is crazy about "cahs" she made every effort to get into their good graces. Mr. Katz lets her sit in the car, plays the radio for her and amuses her generally. His wife said, "I could give him everything but kids!” He rides her around the block occasionally. Adele won't let me out of her sight for so much as a second, even to go for a ride around the block.
Our youngster is exactly one year and a half today. Gettin' old, isn't she, Honey? I have a hunch she be closer to three before I see you again. That brings us out to next summer. Yes, dear, I do think I'll see you next summer.
And now, if’n you don't mind, baby, I'll sign off with oodles of love and a billion . kisses before I go "off" again and start asking a lot of questions. I love you so much, baby!
Your Eve
P. S. I think Jack N.'s letter speaks for itself. I wouldn't mind living in Denver, would you? I told Jack it's okay with me if it's okay with you.
I didn’t write yesterday. I wanted to, but somehow could not find words that did not form a question. Today is exactly ten days that I haven't received mail - so I won't go any further.
I have quite a bit to tell you in the way of news. First - Seymour enlisted in the Navy yesterday and this time was accepted. He leaves June 10. Ed left for the Army last year on June 9. Sy was most anxious to get into the Navy and finally got his wish. My mom is bearing up well, though I believe she is taking it harder than she leads us to suspect. Sy's salary was a big help and with all bonuses he received it sometimes ran into the $50 figure. He always turned most of it over to my mom, which enabled her to buy 4920. I'll say like you do, "Perhaps it's all for the best."
Secondly - Betty is moving next month. She had all she could stand from this house and I don't blame her in the least. Adele and I will miss them terribly, but they aren't moving far, in fact, they are just moving down the block to 4942 (next door to Taylor). However, they helped me considerably and were always here to sort of keep us company and while we will be able to see them frequently it will never be as it is now. They got a real lucky break. Then house is one of two that has a brick back porch and a full pantry. (Remember those two-houses further down the block with the backs built out?) An old couple want to join their children in New York and are giving them the house for $60 per month. The rent is high, but the house is worth it. It is modernized and has been well kept. They are very happy about the whole thing, and I don't blame them - I would be too.
Yesterday was a full one for me and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. I’ve begun a new practice with it Adele. I make her nap before lunch (from 11 to 1) so that I may take her up to bed earlier in the evening. Phil, (God bless her) she's such an active kid and so strong-minded that she wears me to a frazzle before the day is over. I can't wait til I get her to bed in the evening so that I may relax my weary bones.
When I put her to bed yesterday I took the bus to Germantown to pay a bill for my dad. On my way back I met Ruth Anapolsky, who gave me quite a bit of news. Hilda's Dave is coming home, after 20 months overseas. I wonder if they'll marry now? I promised to stop over later in the afternoon, after attending Natalie's birthday party with Adele.
Adele awoke at one, had lunch and was ready for the party. She wore pink from head to toe and looked very party-like. She had a pink flower in her hair to top off the ensemble, which was strictly feminine. I gave her the gift for Natalie. She marched right up to Natalie, and handed it to her and then became fascinated with the many children attending. She played games with them and even got so interested at times that she sat still to look. When it came time to eat I tied her in a chair and sat her at the table. She helped herself to a pretzel, had ice-cream, Pepsi and birthday cake, after trying to help blow out the candles. Betty invited Goldie and me in for lunch, and it was a delicious repast of salads, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce and the usual, accompanying foods. I was famished and had three helpings of most every thing - no less. I even surprised myself!
I walked over to Ruth's shortly afterward and spent an hour there. Adele was very restless and in "sissed" almost every five minutes. That is she said she wanted to and never did. Then she "wet" herself whereupon I got disgusted and took her home. She had her dinner, made a big scene cause she didn't want to go to bed (a licking followed), had a bath and fell asleep immediately after.
In the evening Mom went to the movies with Mrs., Feldman to see "A Guy Named Joe". Later Betty asked me to accompany her, Lou, Sarah and Petey to a movie. I was fairly tired and it was raining and I couldn't decide. In the end I relented and went to Germantown once more to the Colonial movie to see "Broadway Rhythm", with Ginny Simms, G. Murphy. It was in technicolor and was lovely to look at, but that was all. The dancing and singing didn't seem to come up to par. I got back at 12 and hit the sack-like a ton of bricks. Adele woke at 5:30 and I had to get up. I made breakfast cleaned our room, took a walk with her, put her in the playpen til I washed and set my hair, gave her some milk and pie, and put her to bed.
I was so exhausted I fell fast asleep two seconds after I lay down. I awoke before she did, prepared lunch and practically ate mine before she awoke.
When she finished Sarah took her for a short walk and Petey made two snaps of her. I dressed in a pair of one-piece shorts and skirt that give a dress-like appearance of deep pink with zig-zag lines of green, royal and navy blue running through it that Betty gave me last summer. Flora's mother complimented me on my figure - imagine! The material of the outfit is very clingy and does show up everything???? Even Mom asked me if I were wearing anything underneath , to make me look so nice. I always look nice (don't I, dearest???) !
I interrupted this long enough to receive two visitors Hilda Zaslow and Shirley Anopolsky. Hilda is as happy as a lark and expects to be married when he gets back. Jennie is engaged to Dave's younger brother, who is stationed nearby. Hilda says she thinks Jen is waiting for her to get married first. I guess they'll both marry in the very near future,
Gee, baby, I've got a terrific urge to see you! Guess I'd better sign off before I go “off" again. I love you, Phil, I adore you, I could eat you - (sigh).
Lovingly,
Your Eve
May 28, 1944
My Darling,
The second mail-less day, so I'm reduced to V-mail again (and double spaced at that). Just finished a real “longie” to Dottie by way of repayment for her own “longie” that I received yesterday.
Nothing of any importance transpired today - just the regular humdrum routine. I didn't even go to the movies - “Lucky Jordan” isn't the type of picture I care to see twice. However, I figure I made pretty good use of the last evening in getting off that letter to Dot. Think I'll turn in early tonight. Here of late I've been plagued by attacks of homesickness. I find they occur when I remain uninterrupted in the evenings.
It was just about this time last year that I got to see you a few days each week. I remember thinking then that I would someday look back to those balmy spring evenings, when I was so impatient to get to you that I had to curb the impulse to run from Broad Street. I was so happy then, Baby, in spite of the anxiety of imminent departure for an overseas destination that spoiled the completeness of my contentment. I knew then that I must make the most of the time I was still to have with you - and I did, didn't We? That last goodbye, although we didn't know it for such at the time, will always be clear in my memory, as will all of those nights - they were so beautiful!
But never fear darling, here will be many, many more such nights and they will be the more precious for having had to wait so long for them. They will be infinitely better for all the lonely ones we are now in the process of getting through as best we can. One day there will be an end to our loneliness. “Da” again be an actuality - the happiest circumstances that I am capable of imagining. Until the, be secure in the everlasting love of
Your Phil
28 May 1944
Sweetheart,
To begin with, I must apologize for neglecting to write yesterday. What is worse, I have no justifiable excuse for it. The plain truth is - I just wasn't in a writing mood. Think you can forgive me on such flimsy grounds? If you will, Chippie, I'll make it up to you here and now - what say? Tonight I am CQ again and I have nothing to do but write, so I mean to take advantage of the opportunity.
These past two days have been most uneventful, so if I don't say anything about what I have been doing, you will understand why. The "marquee" of the "Thunderbolt Theater" tonight reads as follows: "Adventures in Iraq"
John Loder
A Stinkeroo
So I don't feel that I'm missing anything in that direction. It is a beautiful evening. All the doors and windows of the Orderly Room are wide open to the warm sun and the occasional breeze, The view from here isn't too good, being impeded by a clump of trees and underbrush, but off to the rear, the cultivated fields of the adjoining farms lie green and lazy in the late afternoon sun, The eye follows them to the far horizon, interrupted only by an occasional tree, or by small groups of trees like little islands in a green sea. Wild red poppies grow aimlessly. The vivid daubs of scarlet are startling in the sharpness of the contrast to the preponderance of the all encompassing green of the fields. (One moment, Sweet, while I get one for you).
They are very fragile, I find, and I don't suppose the petals will hold their original color for long, but I'll see what they look like a little later, and if they haven't wilted too badly, I'll send them along.
Your letter of the 16th-17th arrived yesterday, and that of the 18th, today. The former contained the snapshots Fay gave you. I liked both of them. The first, sitting on the steps, for the cheeriness of your smile, the glimpse of one round knee, (trust me not to overlook that!), the eager curiosity of the punkin's expression (she looks like she's about to say something), and last but not least - the welcome view of the houses in the background, which serve to remind me that they are really as attractive as I remembered them. The other picture (of much poorer quality) unfortunately blurs your features, but affords a good idea of your very attractive new sport-coat. I like too, your jaunty, yet graceful posture in this one. The punkin, if you recall was very much interested in something across the street (or was she just showing off her "dopey" hat to the best advantage?) Fay looks heavier than I remember her. Her son is looking down, deeply immersed in something directly in front of him. Whoever took this picture evidently didn't give a damn about getting the babies in good poses, The "snaps" are very much appreciated, Honey, and now that summer and nice weather is here, I shall expect to see many, many more of the same. You aren't going to disappoint me, are you?
In your letter of the 16th, Chippie, you again see fit to remind me that I "committed (myself) to fatherhood, wife, home, etc., etc.)" I don't know whether or not you realize how often you have reiterated this very same statement to me, but I do know it's a source of irritation to me that you consider it necessary to do so. Don't you suppose I know what my responsibilities are? I don't, in spite of what you seem to think, chafe under the burden of those responsibilities - hell, I glory in them, which all makes it annoying as hell (to put it bluntly) to be nagged about it, A word to the wise, Chippie - - -. As for the little discussion you instigated with that remark about the $60 a week, I can't, for the life of me, see that my opinions on the subject were given any thought whatever - at least you entirely overlook the issue to offer a new set of opinions of your own, which, while they are plausible and even logical in themselves, don't, by a long sight, tend to approve or disprove anything I said. Either you are incapable of putting your true thoughts on the matter in writing, or you are tactfully trying to conclude our differences on this score. I'm inclined to think it's a little of each. I agree that the sensible thing to do is to forget the whole thing until we can talk about it. I have the feeling that we don't completely understand each other's viewpoints on this point, and writing about it only tends to confuse the issue. I feel as you do, Sweet, that we will, when the time comes, see eye-to-eye on this and any other question that may be a temporary source of controversy between us. After all is said and done - the ultimate truth is: we both want the same things of life, and since our hopes aren't built on too high a plane, we have every right to expect that, in time, we will realize them. Please, Baby, try to curb your inclinations to belittle my ambition, and my sense of responsibility. You may have every justification for believing so, but it is too soon to say for certain that I am lacking in either. I ask only that you grant me the benefit of the doubt, until you have ample justification for so believing. When you imply that I am lacking in these "virtues" I am just proud enough to feel the need to defend myself. I dislike, intensely, being pushed and prodded by anyone (even you, darling) in the direction I should (to anyone's notion) be taking. Be good enough to allow me to judge for myself, and to choose for myself, the "right direction,” and trust me to make every effort to attain my "goal" (and it shall never be as limited as $60 per week) in whichever undertaking I may see fit to pursue, I trust I have made myself very plain, Sweet, and I promise you that if you respect my feelings in all the respects I have set forth, we will have no further “misunderstandings” to contend with. 0.K? 'Nuff said?
I am delighted to read in your letter of the 18th that you are as highly pleased with the C.P. pictures as I said you would be. I love to say 'I told you so, s O O o - - I'll say, ''I told you so!" I figure it'll be a month yet before I get to see them, since you have included them in a package, but at least it's something to look forward to. No, darling, I hadn't noticed the cleft in your chin, but I'll be sure to look for it.
Your complete understanding of Adele and her various foibles and whimsies, as evidenced in your most entertaining account of her doings, both tickles and amazes me. If she expects to fool you in any respect, she'll soon change her mind when she attains a fuller appreciation of whom she is dealing with. Now if I were home - Well, I’d "wise her up" - make her understand that her Mommy is not a person either to trifle with, or to attempt to delude with any hope of even limited success. One particular sentence here especially intrigues me. Remember how I was curious to know how she displayed jealousy? Well, this time you tell me how she acts when she is "shocked" (and I begin to understand why everyone thinks she is so cute), but now I'm puzzled again. Just what could there possibly be that could inspire that typically adult emotion in my infant? Or are you guilty of a misnomer, and use "shocked", when "amazed" or "awed" would more appropriately describe what she feels?
I never cared for ankle-strap shoes (if they're what I think they are), but if you like them, then get them, 'cause I won't be around to be annoyed by them anyhow. Aren't they the type that have the strap running from the top and the back of the shoe? If they are, you may be amused by the reason for my prejudice against them. Some years back, I noticed that type of shoe on some very low characters around the town. Since then, the very sight of them reminds me of a harlot. Once, when Jeanette bought a pair, she asked how I liked them. She was very much surprised, to put it mildly, when I told her of my intense dislike for them, and the reason. If you'll take the trouble to look, you will find she is wearing them in some of the snapshots we took, You probably think I'm very silly and too impressionable, but you wanted my opinion. Well, Chippie mine, "you've had it"!
I'm waiting to hear the details of the New Yorkers' visit. I'm especially interested in Sammy's condition, and how he impressed you.
Your last paragraph was a "killer", Baby, and I'm going right to bed and dream about all those divertisements you suggested. Your thought on how we could turn the punkin's proclivities for interrupting your sleep to our own advantage, is most intriguing. What I wouldn't give to give it a try along those lines!!!
‘Bye now, Baby. I adore everything about you - especially the memories. Give my love to the punkin. My love to all.
