Sunday, February 6, 2022

Post #472 - October 3, 1944 Sy Said That Anyone Who Likes Either the Army or Navy is “Plain Nuts” and Youth is More a State of Mind Than a Springy Step, a Rosy Cheek and a Sparkling Eye

 













Oct. 3, 1944 

My sweet,

Yesterday I was at a loss for (got it right that time) words, but today I've got so much to say I don't rightly know where to start.

Immediately after I mailed your letter Dot called to inform me that she is joining Snuff for a short while, alone. They have cut his basic training from 17 to 6 weeks and the camp is closing up. He expects to ship out to Ft. Lewis, Washington state and perhaps overseas from there and wants her to be near 'him, while it is at all possible. She expects to leave tomorrow or Thursday. Yes, Jack N. got his basic at Claiborne, but I understand Snuff's outfit gets tough training and it beats the basic training handed the Infantry. He is in the Engineers and there isn't a doubt about it.

I'm sorry I forgot to tell you that Sy's ship is a battleship. He isn't thrilled about the “traveling and seeing the world idea” as you seem to think he would be. He told me he was "so happy" to leave camp and "hates like the devil to go back". He also said that anyone who likes either the Army or Navy is "plain nuts".

As soon as I finished getting Adele bathed and into bed the doorbell rang and in walked Mollie and Pearl and Clara Wagman. Yes, sweet, I finally am taking my vitamin pills as Clara was good enough to bring them along. We all chatted (and got very much on Harry’s nerves ) until about 11. Clara says that anyone who comes back to S & D is crazy. She thinks, by the way, that Donald Weitzel (is that his name) (the guy who has your job) is being groomed to take Mr. Farron’s place. I never did ask you about it, sweet, but do you think you might go back to S & D?

I notified her of the change in your address. She asked me to suggest what I thought you would like to have in your package. The only things I could think of were the yellow bole pipe and razor blades. I'm sorry. I didn't ask you what you would have liked to have previously. By the way, sweet, is there anything in particular that you would like to have this Xmas, beside, of course, home and family. I hadn't given any serious thought to a Xmas package, preferring to send along packages whenever I think you need something.

I promised to call Clara when I received a letter from you concerning her relationship to the Reisners. She said she didn't recognize me. I was wearing my hair in a different style other than she remembered.

I got to bed rather late, but didn't mind, cause I had had plenty of sleep the night previous. By the way, and before I forget, my mother also received her bond and by this time you must know that she finally managed to get a letter off to you.

Today brought me your two exceptionally long and especially welcome letters of Sept. 25 and 26, along with my check. It was raining this morning and I left early, wanting to buy the Charles of the Ritz powder I told you about yesterday. I caught the post man as I was taking Adele over to my mother's and had to keep your letters in my bag til I got on the subway. Then I eagerly tore them open and proceeded to read quickly. Then I reread and re-reread. I managed to do the first two on my trip down and the third on my way home. I'm glad you finally decided to try to "click" with your short story and I'm not any the less proud of you for failing. You must know by now that  I'm not that easily disappointed. I don't give a hang if your stories are rejected a hundred times. It will give you valuable experience and make you work harder for perfection. I'm right with you, baby, and I'm sure you've got what  it takes to make the grade. Just keep writing! I like your attitude concerning the whole thing. In fact, here's a big kiss for trying.

I managed to get into town just in time to have the girl mix the powder for me. She looked closely at my skin and advised me to give my skin a pore treatment with their special cream and skin freshener. I can't make the whole outlay at the moment, but I fully intend to get the other articles and try to get my skin into really good shape. I love the smell of the powder. I'd particularly like to have a bottle of perfume, for it must be ages since I wore perfume or even toilet water, of their brand. They have a toilet water called Spring Rain, which ought to be very nice. I shall get all their items gradually. This was the first time I spent $1.20 for a box of face powder, but it should last me quite a while. I wish you could see how they mix the powder. She has a whole tray with various jars of ingredients of all colors, such as purple, green, blue, brown, orange, etc. and you would never think they would blend into regular face powder, but they do.

I got into work at 11:15 and had a fairly busy day. Mom went into town with Theresa today and bought herself a complete new outfit. She got the following: A black coat, trimmed with Persian Lamb (I haven't seen it yet, as she told them to send it) for $60.00, a pair of black suede and patent trimmed shoes - $10.95, a black hat, small, but nice, and two dresses - a grey sports dress, button-down-the-front for $8.95 and a dressy black dress with a fuschia top and black sequins at $13,95. Mom now wears a size 18-1/2 dress, so that ought to give you an idea of how much weight she has lost. Don't get me wrong, honey, she is far from being thin, but nevertheless, she is much thinner than I ever remember seeing her. I hope to follow suit and get a complete outfit for myself. If I don’t get myself some other clothes I'll wear this suit out. Now I know how you feel wearing the same suit day in and day out.

And last, but not least, I made an appointment with the eye doctor, whose name happens to be Dr. Freed and he is located at Old York Rd. and Ruscomb Sts. on York Rd. for tomorrow evening between 7:30 and 8. In case I do need glasses and I'm fairly sure I do, what sort of shaped glasses should I get? I sort of remember you liking octagon shaped glasses, rimless. I only intend to use the glasses for reading, knitting and at work, when I'm typing.

That just about brings me up to date, except for the fact that I called Lil to notify her of your change of address and learned that she had sent you a large package. You're not supposed to know it, but I'm telling you just the same so that you might not hold your grudge or doubtful feelings toward her. If guess that's her way of replying.

One more thing - we had a letter from Gloria today. She received a $10 monthly raise, and was disappointed with it, having expected a larger raise. She's pretty busy these days, what with work and school taking up most of her time.

And now to answer some of your questions. If you tickle Adele she'll yell "top eet" and then "more". As concerns my question about whether or not I should quit work before you come home, I merely asked to get an idea of what you thought on the subject, My mother will care for Adele if I decide to work for a while even after you come back - til we get on a settled financial footing. It was really a silly question, as things are so unsettled that it is hard to decide anything definite, but I just wanted to talk about it. I want you to get started on the right foot this time and if my working will help us to that end, then I'll continue to work for a while. I'm going to buy a $50 bond this month with my check, as I said I would, so that we'll have the total I quoted - $1025. Do you know, Sweet, that one of our bonds is over 2-1/2 years old? It was the first one we got through the weekly deductions of your pay. I hope we'll not have to cash it til it matures. So, actually we have approximately $770 cash by way of the bonds and our bank account stands at $150, which, in case you didn't know it, brings us mighty close to having that $1000 in cash I hoped to attain. I'm sure we'll pass that figure before the year is out, don't you? Gosh, sweet, I just can't believe it. It just goes to prove that a systematic savings account brings good results, no matter how small the amount saved. You seemed a little hazy on our finances, so I hope I've enlightened you.

I promise not to double space again - nuff said?

I'm glad you had the opportunity to relax, though I understand the children gave you little peace. I often wonder how you'd react to some of Adele's habits. Sometimes when I think she is about to fall or bumps her head or gets into a tight spot I become very jumpy. It is these times, especially when I wonder what your reaction would be.

I'm sorry you don't like the ringlets, but I didn't have the opportunity to comb them out properly before taking the snaps. Those panties of Adele's that annoyed you couldn't be helped. The elastic in the panties today is just as good as nothing at all and in this case the elastic broke. So you see, sweet, it couldn't be helped. It rarely happens. I'm anxious to get on a scale to see how much I've gained. I think I've gained back most of the weight I lost and perhaps a little to boot.

I called the Gas Company, as we must have heat now. It will be a few days before the man gets around to us, It rained all day and the house is damp. I skipped Adele's bath tonight for the first time in months. I've also been calling about her corrective shoes, but just can't get them. I'm really at my wit's end - it's a big pain in the ear as far as I'm concerned. I can understand cutting down on other items of apparel but baby's shoes are so necessary that it seems a little ridiculous that a mother has to go through so much to get one lousy pair of shoes. (I'm getting mad in case you hadn't noticed).

As far as I know Harry is still jobless. My folks. had a nice letter from Eddie today, their first letter in a month. I haven't read it yet, but I understand it's the nicest one he's written to date. Have you heard from him lately?

Sat. night when I got the ride downtown with Fay's mother (who is employed by the gov't, making soldiers clothes) she told me that the Army has cancelled all orders for the old type of jacket, and have copied the British style, except for a few small changes, for it is neater and saves material. I mention this only cause you said something about buying a British jacket in a previous letter, due to the fact that it was neater.

And now, sweet, I think it high time I told you that I adore you beyond words, that I miss you keenly and I want you very much, Baby -

Your Eve

P.S. Excuse the errors - I’m kinda sleepy -



3 October 1944

Dearest Darling,

Seems like there is always something popping up to prevent my writing to you every day. Believe me, Sweet, it is not my intention to write every other day. I would want to write each and every day, but I’m afraid I have fallen far short of the mark. Last night, just as it was getting ready to write, there was a power failure and we didn't have lights for the rest of the night, so I did it any sensible thing under the circumstances. I went to bed. 

Day before yesterday, after I finished my letter to you, I wrote to Eddie and Harry W. to ask them if they could let me know where they are so that I may visit them about the end of this month, when, if nothing prevents, t expect to take a furlough.

Yesterday, after another busy day at the office, I rode down to the base theater, where “Rose Marie” was supposed to be showing only to find that there was no show owing to mechanical difficulties. Your nice long letter of 18 Sep. arrived in the afternoon and I’m still reading certain parts of it over and over again.

Today, after a most exasperating day (because I got nothing done in spite of my best efforts), your mail of 25 Sep/44 arrived to lighten my spirits. First, I'll answer
the “longie”.

You tell about Shirley's visit, describing her as the (one you thought was so chesty in a snap with Harry and Goldie". Sorry honey, I haven't any recollection whatever of her. Wonder what you gabbed about 'til 1:30 in the A.M.?

Then you talk about going in town with Goldie and Shirley to see “Janie”. Glad you liked it, Sweet. I haven't seen it yet, but am looking forward to seeing it. From what you say about recalling certain memories in connection with Broad & Chestnut and later, over that chocolate sundae, and who knows how many more references you made to me, Goldie and Shirley must have been pretty well fed up with you. But as long as you had a good time, Baby, I don't care if you bored them to death.

What's all the mystery about Myra and Lil - and why can’t you talk about it? [At this point I interrupted my writing long enough to ride down to the mess-hall to have supper.] You might be interested in the kind of meals the Army is feeding us these days. Anything to fill up space!) – Anyway, supper consisted of the following: Three hot-dogs (I can see you grinning already, but wait!), potatoes in jackets, pickled beets and onions, carrots & raisins (not for me), catsup, bread, peanut butter, cocoa - and butterscotch ice cream - and because they were almost through feeding when I got there and had plenty, I had two portions, which was damn near a quart. Outside of that, I didn't eat a thing! Dinner wasn't anything to brag about. Just a big, tender steak, lyonnaise potatoes, string beans, b & b, peanut butter, coffee and cherry cobbler. So you can easily understand, Chippie, why am just wasting away - oh yeah!! If you think that is too much food for one day, just consider the gluttons that also eat breakfast! Now, where was I?

Here we are. Your story about Adele and the soldier was real cute. But if she should slip up and say “uh-uh" to me, I think i'd die - no kiddin'!

Poor Dottie! I feel for her - I really do, and I’m darned if I'd discourage her from going to Snuff and staying with him wherever he goes. On the other hand, she had better look to Hal's welfare first and foremost when she's making plans in that direction. If Snuff is against the idea - and I can imagine a reason or two why he might be - then she should stick it out for the time being where she is until Snuffy can no longer bear it without her. You may not agree, Chippie, for a number of reasons, and the foregoing is strictly between you and me, but that is my opinion - and I'll stick to it. Don't compare their situation with ours, Sweet. There are more points of variance than you would imagine - off-handi

Say hello to our new neighbors for me. You say they are “very nice". That's good enough for me.

Your recollection of Sep 18/41 brought many tender memories crowding. It was easily one of the happiest days of my life, and I'll never forget a minute of it. Like you, Baby, I am looking forward eagerly to a repetition of that glorious day of homecoming and re-union. Only this time it will be a thousand times sweeter. I'm sure I don't. have to enumerate the reasons for your benefit! 

I know it isn't right to say so, but the picture you draw of the punkin being “fresh"; sticking her nose up in the air and saying "a very definite ‘no’” is infinitely appealing to me. I'm very much afraid that were I there to see it, I would kiss her for it instead of spanking her. Don't ask me why and stop muttering “what a pop you'll make!"

Thanks, Chippie, for Rae's regards, and give her my love next time you see her, and ask her if she and Mickey won't be good enough to drop me a line. By the way, did Stevens go out of business, or not?

You apologize for any technical errors" there may have been in your letter ’cause you "rushed through it,” there were surprisingly few, Chippie, considering - but never fear, I forgive you. Now - ain't that nice of me? How's about a nice, big kiss, huh?

So Sarah painted Adele's finger nails and she reacted like a real woman, eh? Hmmm! Interesting! – and just a bit disturbing, too. Makes me wonder if she'll ever be “my baby” before she gets to be “my little girl"

Your closing paragraph was mighty sweet, sweetheart, and each time I read it I thrill anew. In it you recalled a few incidents that belong exclusively to “us". Thanks for reminding me, honey. Not that I had forgotten - never that! But I hadn't thought about those particular “excitements" lately. Of course, all the things you mention are as vivid in my mind as they were on the “mornings after" - and will be just as vivid and dear to me fifty or a hundred years from now. Your plaintive cry that “the best days of our lives are slipping by unnoticed" draws forth no agreement from me. You're wrong, darling - it's the worst days that are “slipping by” - the best are still to come. Don't doubt. it for a minute! Neither do I feel as you that “this part of our youth is most important”. Chippie, believe me when I say that I am not a day older than I was the day I left you. I neither feel nor look older. Down deep inside me is the conviction that one does not really age (in the sense you mean when you speak of “wasted youth") until one has either ceased to love, or expended his love. Your sympathy on my account is very touching, dearest Evvie, but wholly unwarranted, I assure you.

In closing, let me leave this thought with you, my darling: Youth is more a state of mind than a springy step, a rosy cheek, and a sparkling eye. What price the physical aspects of youth if the heart beats to no harmony or rhythm of love? Conversely, what meaning has the halting step, the sallow check, the lustreless eye of age, if the heart is full of the sweet stuff of love? In a phrase - You are as young as your love. – And how old are you, my dear young lady? Me - I’m a mere babe in arms! Some day, dear wife, I'll prove to you that the above are more than empty phrases and pretty words. - Until then, know that I adore you in all the fullness of my heart.

My love and admiration to my cute and clever punkin. My love to all.

Yesterday, today and in all the tomorrows –
Your Phil

Saturday, February 5, 2022

Post #471 - October 2, 1944 My Brother Seymour is a Second-Class Seaman, as He Finished His Boot Training



Oct, 2, 1944

Dearest darling,

I am banging off a few words before dinner, as we are all waiting for Rae, who is to dine with us. I feel kind of knocked out this evening, for the first of the month is always a big day. I look forward to the first, cause that's when my check comes through, but now - I don't know.

I left for work a little earlier this morning, stopping off at Strawbridge and Clothier. I wanted to buy some Charles of the Ritz face powder that is now on sale. It costs $2 per box plus tax and the sale drops the price to $1. If you recall, it is the powder Dot's cousin Gladys wore the night she went out with Syd, you and myself and I complemented her for her sweet odor. A girl at the store mixes up all sorts of stuffs that makes up your shade of powder and I'm most anxious to have she mix a shade of powder for my complexion.

The girl was out to lunch when I arrived and I didn't have enough time left to wait. I'll try to get down there earlier tomorrow morning, as the sale is on all week.

My brother Seymour is a second-class seaman, as he finished his boot training. He gets $64.80 per month now.

I can't think of another solitary thing to say honey, cause I'm hungry and I've got a headache. So, I'll end off now, eat my supper and keep Rae company this evening, after I get Adele to bed.

Harry, by the way, hasn't found anything in the line of a job an talks of going to Poughkeepsie to start a business. We shall see -

In the meantime, darling, baby, I love you ever so much, more every single day. Today is four months I'm working - I never thought it would be that long. I am and always will be

Your Eve

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Post #470 - October 1, 1944 Adele Shows a Keen Interest in Everything and There’s a Limit to What Even the Toughest Man Can Take

 









Oct. 1, 1944

My dearest one,

I started a V-mail to you yesterday, but never did finish. Instead I tore it up and am sending this along to cover Sept. 30 and today. Yesterday was a hectic one for me, as you shall learn presently.

To begin with, I worked my usual four hours on Saturday morning. After work I headed straight home and did a bit of cleaning. I stayed at my mother's with Adele the rest of the afternoon, as it was raining out. Adele had dinner there. Then the sun came out for a little while, so I took her out. We stopped at Fay's and then Betty's. Betty has returned to work once more.

I returned to the house, and had my dinner while Natalie, who had come along with me, played with Adele. Natalie, by the way, paid your daughter a lovely compliment. Nat says Adele is the most brilliant kid she knows, that she understands everything much better than any other kid she knows. Adele shows a keen interest in everything, while most kids just nod and pass up the subject.

After dinner I called Dot, fully intending to see her that evening. The weather was bad again and I was undecided. Dot told me that her sister-in-law has a stroller for sale for $8 and perhaps I would be interested. Well, to make a long story short, I went out to see Dot.

Adele was asleep by 8:15. Goldie and Mom went to the movies to see Double Indemnity, which they both liked very much, while Harry stayed in.

I called Anne just before I left, as she hadn't heard from Tony for over two weeks. There was a reason - he is now in Belguim. From England, to France, to Belgium in only eight weeks! That's traveling!

I stopped at Fay’s before catching the subway and it was a good thing I did, for her mother and uncle were going into the center of town by car, So I got a ride to 15th & Market. I caught the el out to Dot's and got there about 9:15. Instead of looking at the stroller as I had intended, we decided to take in a movie, seeing "Step Lively" at the Mayfair with Frank Sinatra, George Murphy and Gloria DeHaven. That G. DeHaven is really something lovely, what I mean lovely and I'm sure you've noticed her. Frankie leaves me positively frigid and I think his looks are revolting. He does have a pleasant voice and I like to listen to him. The picture made good entertainment and I laughed heartily many times. That, plus the other musicals I've seen lately, have been especially good for what ails me, I sure do get the blues often! When the movie was over (about 11:15) we went to Dot’s grandmother and grandfather's apartment (across the street. from her mother's house, where I slept with Adele) and had coffee and cake. Dot's Uncle Jack, who is a New Yorker and an Arthur Murray instructor, was in and naturally was a most interesting guest. Later in the evening, about 11:45, we went over to Dot's where she danced with her Uncle Jack. I jitterbugged two numbers with him, if'n I may say so. I enjoy dancing so much and do so little of it! Some day, honey -

I left Dot’s at 12:45 and arrived at Broad and Allegheny in good time. There I waited, along with another girl, for about 40 minutes, but still no bus. A young fellow approached me and tried to make time with me. There were several other girls waiting for a trolley, but he had to pick on me, He noticed my rings and kept telling me not to worry about my husband (whom he guessed was overseas or in the Army) that everything would be alright some day. I was about to make for the subway and catch another train up to Logan stop, when the girl beside me asked me to go half with her and take a cab. I readily agreed and we ran like hell for a passing empty cab. When we reached 9th & Rockland and I tried to pay my share of the ride, she stoutly refused and all but threw me out of the cab, so that I wouldn't pay. Well, baby, I was never so glad to get home. I particularly hate to make the trip out to Dot's alone and since I never can leave the house much before 8 I dislike going altogether. But if I'm to see her at all, I must go out once in a while, even though I do get there late. After all, I was only there a scant three hours. I had a swell time, as I always do when I visit Dot. She promised me that she'll try her best to come here with Harold next week. She gave me several snaps of Harold and Snuff that are very nice. She sent you some too.

I found Adele in a pool of sissy, almost up to her ears. I changed her completely and hit the hay. A short while later she awoke again and was soaked. This time I took off her wet sleeper bottoms and took her into bed with me, for I felt that she was through wetting. Besides, it was freezing last night and the cold may have been responsible for her wetting so much. She fell asleep and so she spent a good two hours sleeping with me. At least she stays covered when she sleeps with me!

This morning I learned that Sy had come in about 2 this morning and is in til 6 this evening. Phil, he looks so good, I just can't tell you how well. His ship, the U.S.S. New York (not New Yorker) is due to embark Nov. 2nd, and naturally it will head for the Pacific. He doesn't think the ship will have heavy duty, since he says it's one of the oldest ships in the Navy. Adele recognized him instantaneously and did all her tricks for him. I especially like this: I snap into position and raise my hand to salute, saying Salute Daddy, drawing out the last syllable of salute. She immediately follows, putting her hand to her head and saying "alute, Daddy." I dropped something this morning and she told me to "find it". When asked how old she is she says, "two". Sometimes she slips and says "four". Ruth is working at the 5 & 10 again and brings her mother goose books. Adele can sit for hours and point to the various subjects. It's very educating, too. Adele knows how to make the sounds of many animals, like the dog, cat, cow and sheep. She imitates a train, too. I love the way she says "top eet" for stop it. She sounds like a Frenchy. She tries to say every word she hears and nine times out of ten it's correct.

The weather today is positively gorgeous and it always makes me wish for you that much more. I was up bright and early and was out with Adele from 9:30 to 11:30. Adele had lunch at my mother's and now she is sleeping. I'm going to end this very shortly as I want to eat my lunch and catch a catnap before she awakes.

I forgot to mention that the $100 bond came in the mail yesterday. It came almost to the date you said it would - six weeks. Ruth just walked in announcing that she has a roll of film, so I hope we'll get some nice snaps of Adele with Seymour for you.

Well, baby mine, I close once more with my usual "I love you, Phil" and am always

Your Eve

P.S. I never did see the stroller—


1 October 1944

Dearest Eve,

Received your mail of 22 Sep. yesterday afternoon but was kept so busy that I didn't find the time to answer it until now. Today is Sunday, but from the amount of work I put out this morning, you'd never guess it. Just a while ago I received Snuff's letter, and answered it immediately. Now to answer yours.

Your discovery that “we think about the same things at the same time" may come as a revelation to you, but I have been aware of it for some time and had grown more or less inclined to take the “phenomenon" for granted. After all, it's not very surprising, when you consider that our hopes and thoughts and desires.are centered about the same things. 

You say you “think" you've regained that lost weight. Only costs a penny to find out, Sweet, and there are plenty of scales in the neighborhood. Ketch?

Glad you decided to get the radio repaired honey. Wait ’til you see the television set we get once I get home! (Don't hold your breath until then, though). 

Your paragraph about Adele and our bed is real cute, Chippie, but if the little vixen has any ideas about keeping me out of my own bed unless she is also invited, she’ll darn soon be forced to change her prejudices - I guarantee it! However, (and don't you dare tell her this!) I just can't picture my self denying her her wish to sleep with us. (Guess I better change my mind, too - huh?)  Y’know, Sweet, if there is any prospect that pleases my fancy more than that of holding you once more in my arms, it is that of holding both my girls in my arms at one and the same time. Just contemplating it makes me “goose-pimply”! You say the punkin loves to be loved. Lady, that is right up my alley, 'cause if there's anything I delight in, it's giving out with the love and believe me, I’ve got more than enough of that commodity to take care of the two of you! As a matter of fact, I suspect that it will take both of you to satisfy my own cravings after affection Oh, baby, if only the waiting for that glorious day weren't so hard to take! 

Reading about Mill, and the trials and dangers he has had to endure, I must count myself very lucky by comparison. Hope he is on his way home by now, ’cause there's a limit to what even the toughest man can take. 

Haven’t heard from either Ed or Limey for some time now. I'm going to write to both of them, find out where they are, and try to get a furlough so that I may spend a few days with each of them. I'm hoping like everything it works out that way. 

Tell Dot how sorry I am that I have not yet found the opportunity to write to her. Give Mom my love, and tell her I'll write as soon as I get the time. My best to the Frommers, and all the neighbors. My love to all the Pallers and Strongins.

My dearest love to you, darling, and our very own punkin.

Ever,
Your Phil


Oct. 1, 1944 (based on positioning among other letters)

Dear Phil:

Ran into your name on a list at the canteen in Norwich—it was way back in last December.

I’m supposing you’re still around here and I’d like to see you sometime if you can get into Norwich.

I can get in to Norwich almost any evening, so write if you can meet me sometime, or you can call me on Burra? 211 - Extension - 78.

If you write, name some time—I get in about 6:45 P.M. and some place—the Bell Hotel is good as any.

How’s everything at home—Milt’s got a big family now, and Sam’s pushing into Germany with Patton.

In case you don’t remember me—it has been a  long time—I’m Milt’s brother,

Gene

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Post #469 - September 29, 1944 It’s Exactly Two Months to Our Daughter’s Second Birthday and There Was a Time When I Thought I was the Master of Myself

 





Sept. 29, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Today, sweet, your most welcome letter of the 20th arrived. So you're company clerk now with a man to help you out! If only they'd give you that Sgt. stripe - By the way. Gloria said she has a feeling Jack will make Sgt. in the near future. Many men keep moving in and out and he has an opportunity, so who knows?

We have our radio back and it plays once more. It's a pleasure! Well, honey, it's exactly two months to our daughter's second birthday - do you still have hopes of making it? I guess you’ll have to wait for the third one, but definitely! I've been calling the shoe stores every few days and am still unable to obtain the corrective shoes for Adele. Besides this her other shoes are getting smaller all the time and it will soon be necessary for me to have shoes - corrective or not. Why is it I always have to get everything the hard way? No shoes, no stroller - I don't know. How I wish you were here to shop for me!

Last night I succeeded in writing four other letters besides yours. I wrote to Sy, Ed, Phil (cousin Phil Strongin) and Jack N. I had just received the reproductions of the snaps we took together and sent them right along to him. I'm not surprised that you haven't heard from him, but, undoubtedly, he is so wrapped up in Marilyn that he hasn't time to think, let alone writing. I sent several of Adele's other snaps which were my favorites for Jack to enlarge for me.

It became cooler again today, but it still isn't necessary to turn on the heat. I love this not too warm, not too cold weather. I'm still giving my suit daily wear, wearing a different blouse each day. I think, sweet, that I am going to have my eyes examined first chance I get. My eyes get tired too quickly and nine times out of ten they cause me severe headaches when that way. Remember how you used to ask me if I could see little print at at distance? Well, I haven't tested myself, but I intend to have them examined to be sure. My brother Jack is familiar with an excellent eye doctor in the neighborhood and I shall have Jack talk to him for me. I do use my eyes more than ever these days, what with knitting, typing, etc. It's only a wonder they get so tired.

I spoke to Dot this evening. Remember Edith and Marty or didn't you meet them? Well, Marty was a 4-F due to underweight and was rejected many times. Finally they went on their own (they had been living with her folks) and suddenly he was recalled and accepted, having left today. Dot plays gin mummy almost every night in the week and I rarely find her home when I call. I've been meaning to see her these past few weekends, but never could manage it. Perhaps I’ll see her tomorrow, If Adele will go to sleep early. And now if’n you don't mind, baby, move a little closer so that I can love you some more. Gee, but I adore you!

Your Eve


September 29, 1944 

My Darling Evvie,

Didn't write last night cause I was just too tired. Not physically, perhaps, but my brain just refused to function. I had another of those rare attacks of homesickness that leave me with no desire to do anything but lay on my bunk and court oblivion in sleep. What induces these occasional pangs of an overwhelming longing for you and home, I don't exactly know.

It may have been the snatch of song heard on a barracks radio while passing by, or the melancholy dusk of the autumn twilight, or something about the demure little walk of a sweet-faced, blond little girl I encountered walking along the road with her old grandmother, or it may have been a combination of all three - of none of them. I don't know. All I do know is that I suddenly felt horribly alone and lonely, and that I longed for the sight of you more acutely than I have in months. Anyway, Sweet, it brought on a torpor in me that I couldn't fight off long enough to write you the customary letter. Tonight, though I miss you as much as ever, only a vestige of last night's depression remains.

There wasn't much doing in the Orderly Room today, but a number of things came up that will have to be tended to tomorrow. I am CQ again tonight, and it is so still here in the Orderly Room that I can almost hear the scraping as I collect my thoughts.

Your V-mail of 21 Sept, which arrived yesterday, is propped up in front of me. You were in high spirits that day because you had received a lot of mail. Unfortunately, honey, your letter is chatty and informative and nothing in it inspires a thought or question on my part.

I was just out to deliver a message. It is a clear, cool night, and the harvest moon riding serenely among wispy bits of white cloud, is redolent of many memories, all tending to induce that sweet-sad feeling that is born of such memories. Memories that are more felt than remembered.

I'm in a very curious mood again tonight, Sweet, so if I say anything that sounds a little queer, please forgive me.

Right now I am trying to subdue an unwanted urge to cut this short and hit the sack, which seems to be beckoning invitingly. Really, Sweet, I hardly know what to write about. Everything that crosses my thoughts seems to be so insignificant beside the great intensity of longing that is as a tangible weight in my breast, that I am very little inclined to expend the little effort required to put them down. Darling, if faith and hope were not equally strong within me, I think I would just perish for the lack of something to live for. It is only the thought of being one day with you once again that sustains me in these senseless, wasted days and months. I feel, sometimes, that time is static - that I am living in an aura of suspense - and all sorts of odd impressions assail me from time to time.

The dream of coming home - of just being with you and Adele, visualized a thousand times since I left you, has attained to a pricelessness that makes the wish for its fulfillment so intense, that it is almost a physical discomfort to allow myself to dwell on it. I had flattered myself, Ev dearest, that the worst pangs of loneliness and heartsickness were far behind me, but unfortunately, I was wrong. I find myself wanting you (at this late date) almost desperately at times. There was a time, I’ll admit, when I thought I was the master of myself to the extent that I could learn to take this longing for you for granted, that I could live with it with equanimity. Instead, my distress, the result of the continued inaccessibility of my dearest - almost my only wish, is increasingly difficult to stifle. My head tells me that I am a fool to tell you this, my sweet, but my heart wants to cry out to you for solace and comfort and will not be stilled by the saner admonitions of my mind. Please, Baby, forgive my heart's impulsiveness. Still it's clamoring for you by re-assuring it with your love. It loves you so much ~! Do you begin to understand, honey, why it is almost impossible for me to write of anything else while I feel this way? Somehow, I feel better now that I got that off my chest. See you tomorrow, Chippie. My dearest love to you and the punkin. My love to all.

Always, 
Your Phil

Sunday, January 30, 2022

Post #468 - September 28, 1944 Gosh, I’m Beginning to Hope I’ll See You Sometime in ’45

 


Sept. 28, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Received yours of Sept. 18, informing me of your change of address, or, rather, APO. Why the change after all these months? Hope it isn't a prelude to moving on. Your letter made entertaining reading and I’m glad you enjoyed yourself so much.

Last night I didn't get to bed early as I had promised myself to do. I'm terribly restless of late and want to keep on the move. I went to the Broad with my mother and dad to see "Show Business" with Eddie Cantor, G. Murphy Nancy Kelly, Constance Moore and Joan Davis. Gee, but it was a good picture! Eddie Cantor and Joan Davis are a swell combination and they can entertain me any day. We didn't get home til almost twelve and by the time I had some cake and milk and undressed it was after twelve. Adele woke me two times during the night, so I had a helluva time pulling myself out of bed this morning.

The weather was muggy all day long and broke into a rainstorm this afternoon. Churchill's speech and the latest reports on the war paint a very gloomy picture for an early end. Did you say you'd see me in ’44?? Gosh, I’m beginning to hope I'll see you sometime in ’45.

I was kept busy all day long at work and the time flew. By the way do you think the package containing the pyrex bottles will be delayed due to the change of address? I suppose some of the mail from the past few days will be held up.

I don't know what Harry has been doing all week, but tonight he was "batting” about a job on a soda-pop truck that would pay him $120 per week. He doesn't say much about anything and I was never one to ask anyone else questions

Phil, darling, I've got the blues this evening. If only I could see you for just a little while - But, then, I don't think I really want to see you at all - not until I can see you and know that you will never leave me again.Gloria and I got to talking about furloughs (when she’s as blue) etc. and, somehow, I can't see any sense to coming together and separating again. It would kill me - but good. Two times is plenty for anybody. But, then, there is the attitude that something is better than nothing. Just come home soon -

I have to sign off, cause I intend to do some washing now to keep it from accumulating and want to write a few more letters tonight to catch up on my lagging correspondence. I haven't had a chance to write to Sy and thank him for the pillow case he sent me, and mean to do so this evening.

It's funny not to have a radio in the house and I'll be glad when we get it back, which should be tomorrow. I can't think of another solitary thing to say, except "I love you Phil, dearest, and am

Your Eve

Saturday, January 29, 2022

Post #467 - September 27, 1944 Silk Stockings are Unobtainable These Days and The Bicycle Rolling Swiftly Down Grade of Its Own Accord, and A Half Moon Turning Everything Silver

 






Sept. 27, 1944

My dearest,

It's now four days since I last had mail. Undoubtedly you were busy having some fun? during the holidays and I'm rather anxious to hear of your activities. My brother Sy sent me a lovely pillow case (the 2nd one) from his ship, the U.S.S. New Yorker that has a lovely inscription to "sister". I owe him a letter and hope to get it off sometime this week.

Last night Shirley, Em, the family and I chatted away til 11:30 when we all decided it was high time we got to bed. I can't remember anything worth mentioning about the whole conversation. You know how it is when several girls get to talking - clothes, husbands, babies, food, habits, etc.

This morning I had another picnic getting up and didn't actually get out of bed til 8:15 - that is I got out to stay. Adele woke me at 5:15 to take her to the bathroom and I made her go back to sleep. We each had breakfast (no, I'm not fasting) and I dressed us both. I headed for Fay’s house and stayed only a few minutes as she and her mother were headed for the synagogue. I then decided to take a walk up to Myra's to kill the morning. The only one home was Dot, so I chatted with her for about an hour and started home. There is great hope that Myra's brother will walk again. Slowly, but surely, all his feeling is coming back. He now sits in a wheelchair and uses his hands. His girlfriend has stuck to the guns, and I think that had a lot to do with his recuperating.

Adele had lunch and went straightaway to sleep. I ate lunch, undressed, showered, washed some clothes and dyed some silk stockings. Mr. Bellet had five pairs or heavier stockings of silk in an almost white shade laying about (he used to sell them) and asked me if I wanted them. Once Gloria dyed some stockings another color and had left the dye in the medicine chest. I decided to take the stockings and dye them, which is exactly what I did. They came out very nice and will come in very handy. No, I'm not going to have any use out of them cause they are too small for me, but Mom will. After all, silk stockings are unobtainable these days, not to mention the price could we get for them.

All of which brings me right up to date. Adele woke a little while ago and I dressed her. Ruth has her out riding in the walker, so that I can finish this before supper and have the evening to myself. I've been getting to bed too late these past few days and mean to get to bed early tonight. I always say I will, but never do. The weather is very springlike, sunny and bright today and a welcome change from the freezing weather we'd been having. Wish you were here so that we could take a stroll through Hunting Park with Adele - I, by the way, am wearing my suit again. Boy do I need some dresses! And I mean to get them soon. Baby mine, I hope so much that next Yom Kippur will find us together forevermore. I love you so much!

Your Eve



27 September 1944

Dearest Darling Sweetheart,

Excuse the exuberance of the salutation. It's just the mood I’m in. Not that I don’t mean it, Baby. I do. And how! The reason? Oh yes, the reason. Well, it may sound a little silly to you, but I just saw a pretty good musical film at the base theater, then riding back on a moonlit road fresh by the grace of a recent rain, the bicycle rolling swiftly down grade of its own accord, and a half moon turning everything silver, I felt exhilarated. Very much so. So, before the mood leaves me, I wanted to get something of it down on paper. If my levity does not strike a responsive chord in you, well, I’m sorry, Sweet. At any rate, bear with me while I relate the latest drongs of your loving hubby. Will yuh, honey, huh?

I worked steadily today with the intention of cleaning up all the things that have been hanging fire these past few weeks. For the first time in months I am caught up, and it's a wonderful feeling, no kiddin’. Then, to make it a perfectly perfect day, three of your letters arrived at once. They were your letters of the 8th and 10th Sep., and your V-mail of the 18th.

Among other things, yours of the 8th advised me that you were wearing the 8th Air Force insignia when you took those snaps, but I’ll be hanged if I can see it in any of them.

You say your a-p-p-e-t-i-t-i-e (appetitie, indeed!) has “picked up" and that you expect to “put on all those pounds I seem to have lost.” Just like a woman! Who d’ye think you're kiddin’ with that “seem” business. You know darn well you are six lbs. lighter than you have any right to be. When you hit the scales al 119 again, I’ll be satisfied - not before.

'What's all the mystery about the punkin's table and chair set - and why don't you tell me about it now?

You write about the fire with every intention of convincing me you were very frightened - and then you neglect to tell me what the final damage was. Then you say - "Even she (Adele) began to cry. Does that mean that Mom and you were also crying? It certainly sounds like it?! Anyhow, Sweet, I'm glad that it wasn’t worse than it was (whatever it was), and that nobody was hurt by it.

You're a funny Chippie, Sweet. Listen to this last paragraph of yours: "Gosh, honey, I could go on for hours talking about Adele and things I want to do, etc. I saw a gorgeous pair of vanity lamps, crystal bases with dubonnet shades and priced them, only to find that the pair cost $26. And we hesitated to spend $22 - remember? Oh, Phil darling, what I wouldn't give to be able to take you in my arms, etc., and so on—." What a conglomeration!! And since when did a pair of vanity lamps, however attractive, have the power to move you to expressions of love and longing? Where's the connection? And where does the punkin come into it?

Some day, honey, I may get an inkling of how your mind works, but right now, I must confess, it beats me! 

The V-mail advised me that you had finally sent off the package of bottles, nipples, etc. I was very glad to learn that, Baby. But what's the idea cutting down on my candy ration? You're a hard woman, McGee!

I just have enough time left to dash over to my hut to get those patterns I promised to enclose today. Hope you like them, sweet. Am I asking too much when I suggest you make a couple of them? I think it's high time you made something for yourself for a change.

Good night, my lovely. Tonight I'm missing you very, very much. That's because I love you so. A kiss and hug for my lass. My love to all.

Ever, 
Your Phil

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Post #466 - September 26, 1944 Syd Wrote Not to Expect Him Home After the War in Europe is Over and They are having a Feast in Colchester Tomorrow Evening to Break the Fast (Yom Kippur), and I Would Love to Be There

 











Sept. 26, 1944

My Sweet,

No mall again today and I'm sort of looking forward to tomorrow morning already, hoping there will be some mail. There isn't much to report for Yom Kippur Eve. I went to work at 10, arriving there at 10:30 and worked until 4:45. When I got home I ironed a stack of clothes that had piled up and then had supper. Fay dropped over with Marky and I brought Adele over from my mother’s. They played a while and then Fay and Marky took their leave. Adele got a bath, a warm glass of milk, a kiss and then to bed -

I met Emma on my way to work and she rode nearly the whole way with me. She was in Georgia with Phil for two and a half days and it cost her $120 for the trip, plus her food, room, etc. She said she would stay there, but Phil doesn't get any time off and so it wouldn't pay. She said he is crazy about school.

I wrote a letter to Snuff after I finished writing to you last night and I feel immensely relieved, for it was my first communication to him, after having received two from him.

By the way. I don't think I told you that Tante Bosh told me that Syd wrote her not to expect him home when the War in Europe is over - that he'll come home together with Milt. It seems that most of the boys write that and I guess most of them think they will be transferred to the Pacific, or know so.

The weather changed a little today; it wasn't quite as cold as it had been heretofore. Adele was out with my mother and Ruth all day and had bright red rosy cheeksl Gosh but she's a little wild Indian! She's into everything! But she is so cute! Just for the hell of it I measured her yesterday evening and found that she is between 34-1/2 and 35 inches tall. I'm not able to be accurate due to the fact that Adele would not stand still long enough to allow me to determine her exact height. However, she's almost three feet tall and that's pretty tall.

Guess who just this minute walked in - Emma and Shirley - So I'll have to sign off now, honey, for I've been bawling them out for not so calling on me long before this, so now I must be a polite hostess. Hope you won't mind too much, sweet, and besides, I'm just about "writ out".

Not so much so that I can't tell you that I love you, honey, that I adore you - in fact, I kinda am "that" way about you - oh, baby, if only you. were here now - what I feel like doing to you - A big hug and a couple of hundred kisses from your ever loving

Eve



26 September 1944

Sweetheart,

Another very busy day for me, and here I am at the end of it to answer some more of your letters. There was no new mail today, but because I still have five of your letters unanswered, I was almost glad of the fact. Notice - I said almost glad. Today, the eve of Yom Kippur, was lovely. It called to mind the Indian Summer weather I used to know as a boy. I had planned to go to town this evening for services, but Sgt. Murphy is away on pass, so I just can't take off. They are having a feast in Colchester tomorrow evening to break the fast, and I would love to be there, but Sgt. Murphy doesn't get back til late - so I guess I'll just have to pass it up. Now to your letters. - 

On the 11th you advised me that you had received two of my letters and the brooch. I'm most pleased that you like it, Baby, and you’re entirely welcome, I assure you. Wear it in the best of health. You may promise Ruth for me that I will get her that insignia the very next time I’m in town. Tell her, too, how sorry I am that I never got the chance to answer her last few letters, but that I appreciated them just the same. 

About our little radio—. Under no conditions must you sell it. It was a gift, and being a sentimentalist at heart, I don't like the idea of parting with it. Have it fixed if possible, and if Mom and Harry are willing to chip in. Otherwise, pack it up and put it away. I'm glad you consulted me in the matter, honey, ’cause I'd have been very highly peeved if you had sold it without asking my permission. I'm even happier that you wrote to Bert and Evelyn and got those bottles and nipples. Bert is socking his money away for a trip to America after the war is over; naturally, I have extended him the warmest of invitations to stay with us, when and if they do make the trip. 

No, sweet, i haven't seen "White Cliffs of Dover yet, but I will. Glad you enjoyed it, honey. Did you think of me while having that ice-cream at Ben's after the show? 

You say that Sy wrote to inform you that he is stationed on the U.S.S. New Yorker. What is it, a battleship, destroyer, or what? Or wasn’t he permitted to say? Stop wondering where he’ll “wind up". He'll probably see something of every country in the world before he returns to civvies. And he's just young enough to find it all very thrilling, so don't feel too sorry for him.

It pleases me more than you know, Chippie, when you write that you receive mail so regularly from Syd, Phil, Glo, Jack N., and Milt, not to mention Jack S., Seymour, Eddie and myself. It proves that I'm not the only one who appreciates you, Baby. Keep up the good work! I only wish I could write as often! And thanks for Phil's address - I'll try to make use of it. As for his "mazel” - don't tell anybody, but I’m not so sure he's so fortunate in his new job. We shall see. 

You mention Gloria's intention to visit us on the 23rd Sep., and want to know if that date means anything to me. It sho 'nuff does, honey. On 23rd Sep/42 at about 8 P.M. I left you for the second time to go on active service with the Army. I'll never forget how low I felt all the way down to Ft. Meade. Did I ever tell you how I almost died of loneliness that first night? The future was so black and uncertain at that time that I almost despaired of ever seeing you again (although I did everything I could to keep you from knowing and feeling my despondency at the time). Nowadays, when I think back to those unhappy, and uncertain days, I invariably thank God that they are far behind us; that we are now looking forward to our re-union rather than our separation. Yes, sweetheart, we have much to be thankful for, but that difference in prospects is not the least of our blessings.

The news that Mill came through his skirmishing against the japs without a scratch, and with a number of kills to his credit was indeed welcome. May the fates deal as kindly with him henceforth! My love to Tante Bosh and Uncle Nish. May God on this Yom Kippur eve hear my prayer that their sons be returned to them speedily and unscathed.

Al long last - the answer to my oft-repeated question! Now that I know how it feels to hug the punkin, and to be hugged by her, I won't be quite so impatient—or will I be more so? That remains to be seen. From your description, Sweet, I would say it doesn't feel much different from embracing your own "soft, smooth, and cuddly" charms. You say she kisses you on the lips just as I would, and then tease me with "Now, ain't you jealous, etc.”? Just how do you mean that? Do you mean jealous of Adele kissing you, or you kissing Adele? In either case, I’m not jealous of either of you - so there now! (I sure am green with envy, tho!!) Besides, how could I be “jealous" after the wonderful compliment you so artlessly (or was it? artless, I mean) paid me in the very first sentence of your description. I mean when you say " next to a love of man and woman and their embrace there is no more beautiful feeling than the arms of a child." Taking it for granted that you are talking about you and I ("us") when you say "man and woman, how can I feel jealous where you give Adele's embrace second place? No, Chippie, you'll have to think of something else if you really want to make me jealous. (Don't think too hard now, vixen!)

Tell me, sweet, just what does one have to do to make the punkin give out with “top it!"

Your paragraph about making an outfit for Diana Jean makes me wonder if you are fixing to make the sweater after the pattern I sent you. (While I think of it, I'll enclose the other three)

To conclude your letter of the 11th, you ask me if you should continue to work ’til I come home, or quit before I come home. Now you must realize that that is an odd question, Chippie. In the first place, it makes me wonder what prompted it. In the second place, not knowing your reasons for asking that particular question at this time, I am not in a position to form an opinion, much less advise you what to do. And in the third place, why do you even bother to ask me when you know very well that you will do exactly as you decide for yourself in the matter, in spite of anything I may say. So, while I cannot advise you, I certainly am most anxious to know why you are considering giving up your job. Please, Chippie, tell pappa what cooks, will you?

Your V-mail of the 14th elicits no comment - period.

Your V-mail of the 15th advises me that you managed to get those pyrex bottles and nipples - for which many thanks and an extra special kiss for being so nice about what must have been a pretty thankless task for you. But I'm sure Evelyn's gratitude and mine will repay you for your trouble. You already have mine, honey. Evelyn's will be forthcoming, I'm sure.

Happy to learn that you got a chance to rest up over the holidays, Sweet. You have been working yourself too hard there of late, and you know how I deplore that tendency in you.

Your paragraph about your job in this one is so at odds with itself that I get dizzy trying to figure out exactly what you do mean. 

Some day, Baby, I will buy you that watch you covet. I've known about this particular yen of yours for some time now, nor have I forgotten it.

On the 16th you wrote another of those V-mails (double-spaced) that fill up the paper, but little more. Ever hear that parable, honey, that goes "as ye sow, so shall ye reap"? It applies here, ’cause it excites no comment. (hint for future consideration). I don’t know who started this business of double-spacing, but I do know that I cut it out when I realized how distasteful it was to me, and therefore must be to you. It has come to have the significance to me of a tacit confession that you don't have much of any consequence to impart. When I tear open the envelope on a V-mail and see that it's double-spaced, my spirits droop immediately, 'cause I know there isn't much of anything in it. (After six pages I can afford to talk like this.) Anyhow, Ev, sweetheart, I would suggest that you single space even if you have to leave half the page blank. Ketch?

Your V-mail of the 17th is also double-spaced, and aside from learning that Jean may be going overseas; that you had a good night's rest for a change, that you did a little sewing, a little cleaning, etc.; and various other trivia, I gleaned very little more of interest from it. I realize, honey, that your routine isn't exactly exciting most days, and I don't mean to deprecate your activities in any way, but I would appreciate it if you'd cut out that's damn double-spacing. 'Nuff said?

And that, darling, just about answers all your letters.

It is now exactly 10:20 by the CQ's watch (mine has stopped), so if I’m going to get to bed before "lights out" t'd better sign off right here and now. Thanks for listening, Sweet. I know you know I love you above everything in the world, but I just wouldn't feel right if I didn't tell you so tonight, so - let me hold you very close, my darling, so I may kiss first your throat; then your lips; next, your eyelids, and finally, your lips once more. Altogether, they mean I love you". Only you and I know how much! My dearest love to Adele Bara Strongin (excuse the formality) I just wanted to see how the name looks written out. Before I go entirely whacky au revoir, ma cherie. Love to all from

Your Phil 

P.S. Sorry, honey, but this will be too bulky to include the other patterns. I’ll send them tomorrow.


September 26, 1944

Dear Phil, 

No doubt you will be surprised to hear from me, but better late than never. I just took time out today to write letters to all I should have written to a long time ago. However, Evelyn keeps you informed about everything, so there isn't much news for me to write. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the beautiful flowers you sent me on Mother's Day, also, card and phone message. I know that you will believe me, even though I don't write, that you are always in my mind. Phil, dear, you know I am always busy. To be frank with you, my busy moments would be very dull if it wasn't for that precious daughter of yours. I can't begin to explain my love for her. She is exceptionally brilliant and lovable. For instance, when I lie down with her when she takes her afternoon nap, before she falls asleep, she lifts her little head if I am lying beside her and she plants a kiss either on my forehead or hand, and off she goes to Dreamland. The other day I took her in the stroller to Broad St. We passed Ringers Drug Store at 11th and Rockland Streets and he has on display in his windows pictures of sailor and soldier boys from the neighborhood. She makes me stop in front of that window and she says Grandma, Daddy’s picture, Uncle Seymour, Uncle Eddie. She seems to think every picture she sees in uniform is either her Daddy or Uncles. After looking at the pictures awhile, we proceed up to Broad Street. She says “Bye-bye Daddy and throws a kiss. I would have to sit here days and days to write you everything about her. I do hope and pray you will be home soon. 

Phil darling, you don't know how much joy and happiness you brought me when Evelyn informed me you saw Ed. I bet he's in bad shape. I received a letter from the War Department telling me of his condition in general. I suppose Evelyn did write you and tell you my Mother died September 3, 1944, at the Mount Sinai Hospital. Same place where my Dad died. Before she died, I was kept very busy running back and forth to her. Now there is a lot of things to be attended to regarding her estate. To be frank with you, sometimes I feel I am on a merry go round. 

I'll close now as I want to write Ed and Seymour a letter. I wish you a happy New Year. Today is Yom Kippur and I am hoping and praying. You know, I don't have to put it in writing. 

With love from all. May God watch over you, keep you safe, well, and strong, give you faith and courage. 

xxxxxxx (Write). 

Lovingly,— 
Mom