Post #485 - October 17, 1944 You, at Least, Know that Your Husband is Safe and Well

 

17 October 1944

Darling Ev, 

I spent an almost sleepless night on CQ and killed this morning catching up on my shut-eye. This afternoon for the first time in months, I'm entirely caught up with my work. What a glorious feeling! So—I'm taking advantage of the break by getting this off early so that I may go to the movies tonight to see "Sweet Rosie O'Grady" - again, and possibly get off a letter to Jack N. I'm going to talk some more now about your still unanswered letters. I didn't get very far last night on yours of 3 Oct., and there is quite a bit more I'd like to say about its contents. First, I'd like you to know that I'm most grateful for your encouragement in the matter of my writing—and thanks for “the kiss for trying". I hereby return it with interest. (The “interest” may take any form you wish to imagine) - I know I can trust you not to take advantage of my generosity !??

You make quite a to-do about that new face powder you bought. I would like to suggest, Sweet, that you send me a sample. A little on a bit of cotton or piece of Kleenex should serve the purpose. Will you—huh? 

Mom's new outfit must look pretty nice. Especially on her new figure. 18-1/2! Well, whaddya know? Any day now she'll be wanting to borrow your clothes—(do you have any outside of that ever-useful suit? It doesn't seem like it.) When are you going to "spring,” Baby?

I was more than glad to learn that Lil has sent off a package. But I wasn't harboring any grudge, Chippie. I was just wondering whether she was angry with me for something or other, ’cause she didn't even deign to answer my letters. I still have a sneaking hunch that she has something against me, and I'd very much like to know what it is. 

Thanks for the financial statement, honey. After reading last night's letter, I don't think it's necessary that I explain why you should stop converting your savings into Bonds. What we need now is a cash reserve. Do you agree?

You needn't wonder anymore, Chippie, as to how I'd react to some of Adele's (boisterous) habits, ’cause I aim to enlighten you right here and now. If Adele is nearly as bright as you make out, then she should be very easy to “hold down". I figure the way to curb her “animal spirits" is to get her interested in something and keep her that way as long as you wish to keep her quiet. That shouldn't be too hard to do with one as inquisitive as the punkin.

Sorry you're having such a hard time getting those shoes for her. It just doesn't make sense, and I’m thoroughly disgusted with a thick-headed rationing board that can't manage to make so essential an item as babies' corrective shoes readily available. I don't blame you for getting mad, Sweet, - thinking about it makes me boil, too! - So much for your letter of the 3rd.

On glancing through your letters, I find that I have already answered those of 4–5 Oct, and there's nothing in that of the 6th that calls for comment. In the V-mail of the 7th, however, you ask a direct question and I try to make it a point to answer these. The reason Bert Woolf is not in the Army is that (you've guessed it!) he's 4-F (or the Limey equivalent). This letter, also, was the one in which you declared the "undefiniteness” of our present mode of life. Very regrettable, I know, honey, but what can one do about it except hope for the best, eh? Besides, I don't like to hear you complain when there are so many others who are in much worse case than you. Take Anne Arcaro, for instance. Surely, she has much better reason to rail against the fates than you have. You, at least, know that your husband is safe and well. And don't point to those women who are fortunate enough to have their husbands at home. Be proud that you have a man that the Army could use.

You start off your letter of the 8th with "Nothing much to say today"—and sure ’nuff you didn't say much. You're slippin’, Chippie. I can remember the time when you could talk—but I won't go into that here. Your mention of "Inky" and the punkin's reactions made me play with the idea of sending her a pup as a birthday gift thru one of the Phila. pet shops, but on further reflection, I figured it might work a hardship on you and Mom, so I decided against it. - Which reminds me that you've asked me in a couple of your recent letters what I would like for Xmas. I can only suggest that you look up last year's suggestions and act accordingly. Really, sweet, there isn't a thing that I need or want over here, except—yeah, you know! However, I would appreciate it if you'd send my civilian shoes. I think I left a pair or two behind didn't I? No, I'm afraid those rubber soled “sports" wouldn't do, but if you can dig up any others, I'd like to have them. You see, Chippie, my G.I. brogans are kinda beat up, but I can't get a pair to replace them. The replacements we can get are those "rough finish" kind that we can't use for “dress" purposes.

Well, Baby, that's just about all for today—and what a day! It's raining cats and dogs with no sign of a let up. Hope it stops before 6:00, 'cause i'd like to make the first show,

So-long, Sweet. See you tomorrow. Here's a kiss for you and one for the punkin. My love to all - but especially to you.

Ever,
Your Phil

P.S. Don't forget the powder sample! 

P.P.S. No mail from you today - darn it!

Post #484 - October 16, 1944 Jack is Due for a Furlough Home in March and Then—Westward Ho for Denver!

  

Oct. 16, 1944

Dearest Phil,

You will note that this is dated the 16th. Well, today is the 17th. That is right! I didn't write last night. Here it is the 17th and still no decent mail. What am I supposed to think? Last night I had no taste whatever for writing and I have still less this evening. It isn't that I haven't what to write, but that I have no ambition whatever to write when there is no mail.

Last night I felt particularly lousy, too, having become unwell. So I hit the hay at 9:30 and got a good night's rest.

Sunday evening I took Adele over to Betty's house after dinner and she had a grand time with the whole crowd. She has become very much attached to Abe. Adele even watched Natalie get her hair washed and take a bath. She was busy pointing to each part of Natalie’s body, etc. and had Betty, Sarah and I in stitches. When eight o'clock rolled around I headed home. Abe was going to Ben's to get some ice-cream and walked us home. When we got to the house Adele refused to climb the steps. She wanted to go to the candy store with Abe and that was that. She had been rather unruly all day long and had caught several lickings, so not wanting to see her cry again, I relented, let her hold Abe’s and my hand and over she went to the candy store. She headed straight for the can of long stick pretzels, helped herself to one, and then was ready to go back home.

Monday I went to Geutings to pick up her shoes and made an appointment with Dr. Lefkoe for Oct. 27th at 7 P.M. He sent me a letter asking why I didn’t bring Adele in. It arrived yesterday, exactly the day I had set aside to call him. We also had a letter from Gloria, who writes that Jack is due for a furlough home in March and can't decide whether or not to take it. He would come home for three weeks, but then he may have to go back. If he waits his tum according to the rotation plan he may get his furlough and be stationed in the States after the furlough. It's all very problematical, and no doubt, Jack will decided for himself what he should do.

Harry is getting the station, but it won't be ready for another two weeks. He only needs about $600 to get started. The station is larger than Al's and more modern, according to what I've heard. They've decided not to attend her cousin's wedding in N.Y. at the end of this month, for they will be all tied up financially and don't want to make any extra large expenditures at the moment.

Ethel had a very pleasant surprise yesterday. Mary and Ethel from Ottawa came into Philly without a word beforehand. The Wymans were so excited! Mom has finally decided It is time she learned to travel alone and went to Ethel’s alone today. And I see I'm just about to the end of this letter and since I have just one more thing to say - why I think I'll say it. I adore you Phil, darling, and hope very much that I'll hear from you very shortly.

Your Eve

16 October 1944

My Sweet,

Yesterday, that "slight cold" I mentioned a few days ago finally got me down. I managed to finish working out the morning, but after dinner I was a dead pigeon. Without going into any further detail, suffice it to say that I advised Sgt. Murphy that I wouldn't be in to work in the afternoon, and spent the rest of the day in bed. This morning, thank God, while a slight heaviness remained in my chest, I felt much better. I hope that's the end of it. D'ya know, Chippie, that this is the first time I've even been slightly ill since last September/43? I think that's a pretty good record, don't you? Today was a day of alternating heavy showers and bright sunshine. I think we had three spells of each,

Through it all, I was kept pretty busy. Pvt. Stahle, the new clerk, went on furlough today, so expect f'll have my hands full this coming week. Tonight, Sgt. Lafom asked me to take his C.Q. cause he has a date. He'll take mine when it comes up. I didn't mind trading with him ’cause I got a lot to say to you tonight, Chippie, and I can do it much better alone here in the quiet of the Orderly Room. This coming Thursday, when my pass comes up, I intend to spend it right here in camp—catching up on my correspondence. I'm way, way behind, and it's been bothering me. And now to answer your own rather voluminous collection of mail. I have all your letters from 1 Oct. to 8 Oct. in front of me. I don't rightly know which of these I have answered, so excuse me for a bit while I glance through the pile to see what catches my eye. Your "longie" of 3rd Oct. was the only letter received yesterday, but it was the kind I love to get.

Your letter on the 1st Oct. was all about your last trip to W. Philly to see Dot. Glad you had a good time, Chippie, but I don't mind admitting I’m also glad you won't be going again, and coming home alone late at night. As for that jerk that tried to pick you up, I would love to get my hands on him for just a few minutes. The mere thought of such a one even presuming to talk to you fills me with an unreasoning fury. I hate the guts of him and all his lousy kind. Be very careful, honey, that you don't again let yourself open to that sort of thing. I want you to go places, visit your friends etc., but please make it a point henceforth never to go alone, I'm counting on you to accede to my wishes in this respect, Sweet, so keep it in mind, will you? At the end of the letter you say that Ruth walked in with the announcement that the had a roll of film, but not a word in your next seven letters as to whether or not you took any pictures! Well—did you? The last line tickled me. You started to say "Well, baby do-" and then thought better of it and xed out the “do” and changed it to read “baby mine.” Guess you know it's about all your precious life is worth to address your old man as 'baby doll.” How Harry stomachs it is beyond me!

In your letter of the 3rd I learned for the first time that Clara Wagman is related to the Reisners. I'll certainly make it a point to answer her New Year's greeting and letter this Thursday. It was good of her to bring along the Combevita pills. Keep taking them, honey, cause I think they'll do you a world of good. As for trying to get my old job at S & D back when I come home - no, sweet, I don't think so. I haven't told you this, and I hadn’t intended to - just yet, but since you brought up the subject, I want you to know that I have pretty definitely decided exactly what we are going to do immediately after I come home, unless unforeseen circumstances prevent, Does that surprise you? Want to hear my plans? O.K., but don't blame me if I don't have time for anything else tonight. Well, I figured we'd spend a week at home saying hello (and goodbye) to our friends and relatives in Philly, and making all the arrangements for moving our furniture and belongings to Denver. The arrangements, of course, would have to be tentative, the moving people would wait word from us and ship the stuff only after we gave them the O.K. Our arrangements complete, we'd go to New York for another week to say our farewells to our relatives and friends there. Then - westward ho for Denver! Our mode of travel would depend entirely on whether or not we could get a car to make the trip. Nor will we be in any great hurry to get there, for I would very much like to make it a pleasure tour, and spend perhaps a month on the road, sleeping at tourist houses and camps, etc. Whether or not we make it a pleasure trip depends entirely, of course, on whether or not we will be able to buy a car. An any rate, once arrived in Denver, we will put up at a boarding house or hotel until we can find a nice little place to live. Then I'll have a look around the town to explore the possibilities. If things are to my liking and I can find the right place to set up business, I'll go straight away to the Eastman-Kodak people and proposition them. My idea is this (1) To find a two-story building. (2) To set up a photographic supply business on the ground floor. (3) To meet living expenses until such time as Jack and Lenny will be ready to go to work (3) on the second floor, which will be outfitted as a first-class photo laboratory. Now, before you start raising objections, honey, let me point out a few advantages of the scheme. In the first place, Photographic Supplies is a business with a future. More people are becoming interested in all phases of photography each year. Secondly, competition shouldn't be too keen, but especially in place like Denver. Thirdly, by “pooling” the lab the greatest item of expense is cut in half (in three, if I work on still another angle). Thirdly, we shouldn't have to worry too much about money. The initial outlay would consist solely of the lease of the building and fixtures. I should be able to get an adequate stock, if not entirely on credit, then certainly for the price of a small collateral. If Eastman-Kodak do business as most concerns of their stature do, then I’m pretty sure they'll be only too glad to put the stock in on consignment. That end I think I can swing myself. If Lenny and Jack are out of the Army at the same time, we can, between us, under the G.I. Bill of Rights, raise something like $18,000, on long-term loans, which amount is far in excess of what we'd actually need for the enterprise. In the meantime, in the event that Jack and Lenny are still in the Army when I'm ready to start the business, I can get $6000 on my own hook. That amount should be ample to get the first phase of the business going. With that kind of collateral, I could get a stock running two or three times that figure. If, at the end of, say, a year, the business isn't making any money, we would still only have lost, possibly, the cost of the lease of the place. The stock, in that case, would be turned back to Eastman-Kodak, and I could try something else, and nobody would be the loser. But, for the life of me, I can't see why we shouldn't be able to make a success of it. The only real essential for such a venture, would be to have enough cash on hand to be independent of income for at least six months. That is, we should have enough money to pay our rent, and buy our food and other necessities for that period of transition Roughly, it would take, I figure, from $800 - $1000 (of our own). Now, Evvie darling, if you think you detect any flaws in my reasoning, now is the time to air them, ’cause we're not going to waste any time once I get home - that is, of course, if you are game to try it. I can readily understand, honey, that the whole thing may strike you as being a wild gamble, and I could appreciate your fear and reluctance to leave Philly and your family behind to try to make a future for us a thousand miles away, but as long as I have the strength to work (and I am pretty strong, if I say so myself) you need have no fear that you will ever suffer privation in any way, shape or form. With you beside me, Chippie, I feel I can do anything. Mom, of course, would be perfectly welcome to share our lot, either from the first, or later, after we are established. The choice, of course, would be hers to make. The punkin goes with us right off the bat, naturally. Well, Chippie, there it is. That is the plan i've been milling over these many months. Needless to say, I'm more than eager to hear your reaction, criticisms, etc. Please, darling, give it your most deliberate consideration and let me know how you feel about it. After all, I'm only a man. You, besides having the advantage of a woman's intuition, will, no doubt, consider it from a woman's standpoint, and therefore possibly point out things that I haven't even considered. You might talk it over with the Moms, although I can see my Mom (and possibly yours) rebelling at the idea. Nevertheless, it would be a good idea to get them used to the idea, so that when the time for action arrives, the shock will not be so great for them. Let's hear, Baby. Time and room enough to say "I adore you, my Evvie." Love to the punkin and all from 

Your Phil

Monday, October 16th, 1944. 

Dear Phil:

Evie probably wrote you that I am down in Alexandria, La. paying Irv a visit. By the time you receive this letter, I shall be home. But I thought I would drop you a line to let you know we hadn't forgotten you. 

My trip down here was uneventful and unexciting. My mother is taking care of the baby, so of course I'll have to go back. 

Alexandria is a very nice town. If I had known it was this nice, I would have brought Hal with me. I go out to camp every night and Irv comes in on weekends. I have a room in a tourist home for $8.00 a week, which includes maid service (when they have one), and washing and ironing privileges. The other people in the house are very nice. I am very friendly with a Major's wife that is staying here. Her name is Frances Cooper and she is from Georgetown, Ohio. She is 36 years old and is one of the nicest people I have ever met. Her husband is in charge of the colored troops at Claiborne and he is going overseas as soon as they return from their 4 weeks bivouac, which he just went out on today. They have a son 14 years old who is at home. Then there is Betty King, a Captain's wife. She is 23 years old, and her husband is Jewish and is 32. They have a 14 month old daughter down here with them. He is a dentist and it is doubtful if he will ever go “over.” Then there is “Johnny” Sigafoss, whose husband Is a flight officer. She is 22 and her husband is 23. She has a 5 year old daughter by a former marriage. 

And last but not least—Elayne Mudrack, our landlady. She is 24 years old and has a son 8 years old, also by a former marriage. She has beautiful red hair but weighs at least 200 lbs. if not more. She has been very nice to me, so I can't kick. I wish you could meet her as she's quite a character—and I ain't kiddin’. All in all, we get along pretty well together. 

Irv looks fine and makes a neat soldier—however, he made a better civilian. He's lost weight, but mostly in his face. He takes being in the Army real well, which takes quite a load off my mind. Of course it is only a matter of time before he goes “over” too, but we can only wait and hope for the best. He has applied for N.C.O. school (non-commissioned officer) and we are hoping he gets it, as it means more time in the good old U.S.A. 

Well, Phil, Thursday is my birthday and I'll be all of 21. I'm kind of getting up in years, but what the hell, time and tide waits for no man (or woman). 

How are you? You must be pretty busy. I hope you're still in England. When you answer, send it home as that is where I'll be by that time. That's about all for now, except how did you like the pictures? 

Regards from Irv and I. 

As ever,

Dot

Post #483 - October 14, 15, 1944 Adele’s Very, Very Restless and Likes to be on the “Go” and The Army is Drawing Up an Ambitious Educational Program

 

14 October 1944

My Adorable,

Received four lovely letters from you this afternoon, and they made perfect an otherwise pretty good day - (as days go in the Army). Before I go about answering them, a few words about what I have been doing since I talked to you last night. I hit the sack about 11 o’clock (yes, Sweet, I'm still keeping our date), and after lying awake a while (and wanting you fiercely), I dropped off to sleep. I hadn't bothered to remove my clothes ’cause I had to get up three times during the night. The operator gives me a ring at. 4 A.M. to wake the cooks, at 5 A.M. to wake the K.P.'s, and at 6:30 A.M. to wake the company. Aside from two other incidents, which I have been wont to remark with asterisks (remember *8), my sleep was undisturbed. Sgt. Trombetti woke me al 8, and I proceeded to clean and mop the Orderly Room (’taint funny, McGee!). The day was clear and sunny and cold - and I was knocked out, but instead of taking the morning off to catch up on my sleep, I had to work 'til lunch time on some things that had to go out before noon. After lunch (it's "Dinner” in the Army) I lay down to read the paper and fell asleep in the middle of it. I awoke at 4:30 and went over to the Orderly Room to see what was cooking, and to pick up my mail. Nothing was cooking, but your four ever-lovin’ letters were here waiting for me. I was so glad to see them that it made me want very much to kiss you at that instant. I picked them up, retired to my sack, and settled down to read them. Just as I was finished reading the last line of the last letter, Sgt. Overman said he was going down to eat. That reminded me that I was kinda hungry, so I told him to wait for me. We hopped on our bikes and rode down to the mess-hall together. After an immense supper, (fried baloney & eggs, cold corned beef, potatoes, pickled beets, catsup, cheese, bread & jam, butterscotch pudding & hot chocolate - that's all) we adjourned to the Snack Bar, where Overman had some coffee. (I could hardly stand to look at any more food - let alone eat it), and we batted the breeze about this and that, and how having their husbands in the Army had tended to give our wives a more acute sense of values, etc. Overman has just returned from four days at an “Orientation School" in London, and he had much of interest to divulge. I think I've mentioned that we have an hour's "bull-session” each week, during which the company discusses various post-war problems, plans, etc. This is known as "orientation.” Overman being a pretty intelligent guy, he was put in charge of the class, meeting, or whatever you want to call it. However, he has asked me to help him out, start off the discussions, and generally make myself useful in the proceedings. At the first four meetings, I must confess that I rather “hogged" the show - asking questions, raising arguments, answering others, etc. But here of late, the fellows have got into the spirit of the thing, so I am content to sit back and just listen. The upshot of the whole thing is that now the Army is drawing up an ambitious educational program, which will get underway as soon as hostilities over here have ceased. Overman was telling me what they have in mind and it is truly wonderful, Chippie. They intend to have all the G.I.s go to school as soon as operations against Germany have ceased. The men are picking the subjects they want to learn, volunteering to teach others, etc. Moreover, the various educational institutions over here are co-operating with the Army to a great extent. Overman was telling me that Oxford University is offering six month courses in some subjects for G.I.s. That's how far advanced the plans are at this stage. All this is to put to the best advantage the otherwise empty weeks and perhaps months of waiting for a boat home. I don't know if my words have conveyed it, Sweet, but I'm really highly gratified and very excited with the prospect. It's given me renewed faith in the Army. They're really wising up Oh yes, almost forgot to tell you that I volunteered to teach "Elementary English Grammar.” Don't laugh - I can do it - no kiddin! For a report, which I submitted to HQ, we listed all the subjects and vocational training each man in the company would like to have, My suggestions were as follows: Photography, Physics, Chemistry (inorganic), Aircraft Instruments (remember?), and a tour of British Industries and Cultural and Historical Points of Interest. The list of subjects for the entire company is as long as any arm (almost), and includes everything from piano lessons to welding. It's a great idea and I'm hoping it works out as intended.

Well, Chippie, the evening is just about spent, and I haven't even begun to answer your letters. But I don't expect to receive any new mail tomorrow, so I'll no doubt have ample opportunity to do so then.

Right now I'm missing you terribly, ’cause I just happened to remember how delicious you felt cuddled up against my back “afterwards" - with your smooth-as-silk legs entwined with mine. Oh, my darling Evvie, how I long for the joy that was “us"! I love you, Baby—My dearest love to our sweet lil punkin—(or does that appellation strike you as being beneath our young lady's new stature?) Anyway, a kiss for the little darling from me, her

Daddy Phil 

P.S. My love to all.

October 15th, 1944

Dearest Phil, 

Al came over today and took Harry down to see a station located at 8th and Bainbridge and Harry is going to take it, if everything can be worked out satisfactorily. 

Tante Bosh got Miriam a two room apartment and bought her a bedroom set. Miriam’s sister bought her a kitchen set to complete the other room. Miriam hasn't long to go. The baby is due around Christmas. Tante is tickled that she has Miriam all set up by herself. Of course she'll help her out when the baby comes, but she could never hit it off very well with Miriam in the same house. 

We almost rented our garage, but the fellow’s car was so long that it would not fit into the garage to allow the doors to close properly. The car if’n you’re wondering what could be so big, is one of those long Cadillac affairs that looks like a limousine. Better luck next time. 

Adele calls a pussy cat, a “pussy sat”. She was busy scribbling all over the blackboard this morning. I’d tell her to write “daddy” and she scribbles away. Then I'd say write “Harry,” and she'd scribble some more. She tires of her toys quickly. As long as they keep her interested a short while I'm satisfied. She's very, very restless and likes to be on the “go”. 

It is very cold today. This morning it was extremely windy, but I decided to bundle Adele up and get her out. The sun was shining brightly and except for the strong wind, the weather made me feel tingly all over, as well as fresh and clean. We weathered it only 20 minutes for it proved to be just a little too much for Adele. She's sleeping now and I'm busy with this. 

Mom got her glasses yesterday and upon comparing we noted that hers are shaped differently from mine. Mom can wear my glasses, but I can't wear hers, for hers make everything look blurry to me. Mom reads anything perfectly when wearing her glasses. 

My dad bought himself a good-looking pair of brown shoes and a half dozen pairs of expensive socks in an effort to complete his new outfit. Since his birthday is coming up November 7th, I hope to get him a nice shirt to go with his new blue suit. By the way, October 19th is Dot's 21st birthday and though I'm a little late in reporting same, I'm sure you will manage to get some sort of a greeting off to her. Use Snuff’s address when writing. Dot has a post office box, but it may change, so use Snuff’s. 

I want to do a little ironing before Adele gets up, so honey, I'll sign off now with a big hug and kiss for you from me and one from Adele who is very capable herself when it comes to lovin’! 

Your Eve

Post #482 - October 13, 1944 Harry Quit the Navy Yard, as He Discovered the Work He Was Supposed to Do is Too Dangerous and Had I Written What Was in My Mind, It Would Have Proved Far From Being an Entertaining Letter

 

Oct. 13, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I started this yesterday, but here it is the 14th and I’m just getting around to it. There has been no mail in the meantime and I'm rather disgusted with the mail situation. I did have a nice letter from Dot, so now I owe her two letters, which I hope to get around to writing tomorrow.

Last night I kept my appointment with Dr. Freed and received my glasses. I wore them all last night and all morning at work and have almost become accustomed to them. The only reason I wore them last night was to get used to them and because I decided to do a bit of knitting on Adele's pink sweater. The conclusion of most everyone is that I look more Intelligent with classes on. Can you beat that! They are very weak glasses, but they are a little help and that is the most important thing.

This afternoon, immediately after work, I went shopping with my dad and he bought a suit and top coat. He had a large "hit" and I made him buy two very expensive items (My mother doesn't know the exact prices) $60 for the suit and $50 for the top coat. I don't have to tell you how nice both are! We bought them at Diamond & Co. at Eighth & South, who sell "Three G's” clothes. The suit is a lovely blue color and the top coat could best be described as a very dark beigy brown. Gosh but he looks swell with them on!

Harry quit the Navy Yard, as he discovered the work he was supposed to do is too dangerous. Instead he spent the day at Al's place and has hopes of getting a station very much like Al's. He'd better do something soon, for It will soon be month he is unemployed.

I also went back to see the coat and legging set I had thought of getting for Adele, They got something else in - A fuschia colored coat and leggings with a red velvet color and trimming. Fuschia is a soft off-red color that is very attractive. The coat and leggings would be $20.95 and somehow it is rather steep for me at the present. She didn't have Adele's size In this particular outfit, but promised to get it for me. I still have to get Adele a stroller and give her the scarlet fever infections, all of which will cost a lot of money, and when I finish with those few Items I'm going to go to town on myself. I want to finish with her first and start off buying myself things when the slate is clean.

The last letter I had from you was dated Oct. 1 and here it is the 14th. There ought to be several letters in the mail for me on Monday. I stopped in to see Anne this afternoon and she tells me that Tony was sent back to France from Belgium. Anne also told me that she had a dream that you were discharged and sent home, “that could only be a dream" was my reply. I see I only have room left to send along the love that is yours, that of

Your Eve

13 October 1944

Dearest Darling,

Last night, after a very busy day, I went to see "A Guy Named Joe." Contrary to my expectations, I wasn’t very much impressed with it. It was, however, a picture that provoked much thought - for me, at least. Putting myself in Spencer Tracy's shoes, I found that I couldn't possibly have been nearly so “noble” under like conditions. Whether the fault lies with my character, or with the character portrayed by S. Tracy, I am not prepared to say. All any rate, I found his emotions and subsequent actions most abhorrent. That goes for the character portrayed by I. Dunne, too. It's really too involved a subject to be discussed here, but if you saw the picture, you may know what I'm talking about. The picture, moreover, was the direct cause of my not writing to you last night. It left me inexpressibly depressed. So much so, that had I written what was in my mind it would have proved far from being an entertaining letter.

Today found me busier than ever. I didn't even come close to getting all my work done, although I did accomplish a lot. The weather was perfect, with a bright Autumn sun casting just enough heat to offset the chilly wind. Late in the afternoon, though, the sky darkened suddenly and heavy rain clouds gathered. Right now, the pelting rain is dinning against the metal semi-circle that encloses the Orderly Room, and the wind is blowing gustily. I am writing in the Orderly Room 'cause I am CQ tonight. My bunk is already made up, and because I am both tired and cold it looks most inviting. First, though, I intend to say a few words in answer to your three V-mails, which arrived this afternoon. They are dated 4, 5, 6 Oct, and all single-spaced! It was good of you, Chippie, to grant me my wish in this connection. I also received letters from Eddie, Mike Nerenberg and another “midget Bulletin" from Dottie. Eddie didn't say how much longer he expects to be at "4174", but wants me to visit him again. Unfortunately, I won't be able to get away for about ten days yet, and I'm just about broke, to boot, but if I can see any way clear, I will certainly make the trip again. God knows, it's little enough to do for him on my part! Mike writes a very nice, friendly, letter, and I can't help but feel badly that I just can't seem to find the time to answer him. It may be a few days before I'll find the opportunity, Sweet, so l’d appreciate it if you'd give him a call to tender any fondest regards, and to acquaint him with the fact that I did receive his letter. I feel a heel, too, that I have been unable to answer Dot's last letter. I hope she doesn't think too unkindly of me for it. Your V-mail of the 4th informed me that Dot decided to go to Snuff after all. I'm truly glad for both their sakes that she found it possible so to do. Also from the same letter, I learned of your visit to the “eye doctor" - what is he, optician or optometrist? I can only say "it's about time"! Don't you worry your dear little head about whether I’ll like your glasses or not, honey. On you they're bound to look good! Besides, the important thing is that you are finally getting glasses which you have needed for a long time. Remember how I used to coax you to let me take you to an optometrist? I didn't know that Mom is also having trouble with her eyes, but it is a good idea to check up, nevertheless. You mention some pills that have “vastly" improved your appetite. I suppose a letter I have not as yet received will give me all the details.

In your letter of the 5th you start off by reminding me that it marked the 14th month of our “separation". (I use the quotes 'cause I don't like to think of it as such, Baby) In reality, I don't feel that we shall ever be separated" any way but physically, Then you say "God, but 14 months is a long time!" You should have qualified that statement, honey, 'cause if 14 months is a long time, then the many years we will be together will be infinitely longer, no?

Sorry to learn that Harry is having trouble locating another job, but, somehow, it doesn't seem possible that there aren't any jobs to be had, things being as they are. If he has any ideas about moving to Poughkeepsie, that's his business; moreover, while I agree with your unspoken thought that he might be a little more considerate of the rest of us, I'd hate to have him think that he'd be doing us a favor by finding work in Phila. and continuing to help us maintain 4906. I feel as you do, Chippie - that regardless of which course he chooses to pursue, you and Mom will manage O.K. I know I can count on you, darling to keep me posted as to future developments in the matter.

Your suggestion in your letter of the 6th that I write to Jack N. is nothing if it is not unnecessary. Truly, Baby, I've been itching to write to him ever since I received his last letter (was it two or three weeks ago?), but just as truly - I haven't been able to do so, and it’s caused me no end of concern. I suspect that you find it hard to imagine why it should be so, and really, I'd be at a loss to explain why I can't find enough time to “dash off” a few lines, but the simple truth is that I just don't know how to “dash off” a letter. I notice that most of the guys write two or three letters while i'm writing one. Normally, it takes me at least two hours to write a letter to almost anyone. (For example I started this about 7 P.M. It is now 9:30. I've been interrupted at leash half-a-dozen times) - so you see what I'm up against, Chippie! I just built a fire in the small stove and I'm huddled near it trying to keep warm. The weather is miserable and i'm hoping my slight cold doesn't get any worse.

I, too, darling, wish I could see and hear our daughter talking on the phone to "Nanmom"! I'll bet she's every bit as cute as I picture her. The prospect of seeing her, holding her, taking her bye-bye", etc, as you say you promised her daddy would do some day, is so excruciatingly sweet, and so in tensely desired, that it is almost painful for “daddy" to contemplate it. Oh my sweet darlings, how I long to be once again with you to hold you both so very close to my heart that loves you above all else! God bless and keep you safe and well for

Your adoring husband and dad,
Phil

Post #481 - October 12, 1944 This Morning I Took a Walk to 11th St. and I Stopped at One of the Kiddie Stores There

 

Oct. 12. 1944

Dearest Phil,

No mall today and I'm a little disappointed. Since yesterday's letter was ten days old, I fully expected another today, since ten days is rather old for your mail, when you consider that most of your letters are usually five day old. Here's hoping tomorrow brings something.

I brought home that blackboard for Adele and she got quite a kick out of it. When I took the chalk to show her how to write she yelled "Me". So I gave her the chalk and she had one helluva time scribbling all over the slate. I wish you could hear her count up to ten all by herself. This morning she did something cute. She ran to your night table drawer, yanked out your socks and ran to Mom "to show her Daddy's socks". When she had handed mom the first pair, she dashed off, saying there was "more". Oh, darling, - if only you could see her!

This morning I took a walk to 11th St, and I stopped at one the kiddie stores there and tried several coat outfits on Adele, I can't seem to find one that has the lines I particularly like. Most kids coats look like they hang and make the kid look like a scarecrow. Finally she showed me one outfit of a moss green color, the coat a very pimply plaid. It was a nice plaid, but somehow I didn't care for it. However, when Adele got it on, it looked so beautiful that I changed my mind. She did not have that particular coat in Adele’s size and will try to get it for me. The coat and leggings would cost $20.95 and I would have to buy a bonnet to match, to complete the outfit. If she isn't able to get this outfit for me, I shall wait til Adele's birthday to get one. And just for the record, Adele's shoe size (I think you might be Interested) is 7 1/2 D.

I managed to get a v-mail off to Milt last night, ofter finishing my letter to you. I haven't heard from him in almost a month, and don't want him to think I wait for him to write before answering.

Harry is classified as a third grade mechanic at the Navy yard and his hours are from 7:15 to about 5:30. However, it is about an hour's ride up and back and that will add two more hours to his day.

Tomorrow I get my glasses and I intend to make good use of them. Those vitamin pills are beginning to work on me and I’m always hungry - day and night. Sometimes I actually feel like I'm starving and I'm eating better than ever. I'm not weighing myself for a few days til I'm sure I've put on a lot of weight - ketch. I want my report to be good.

I was just listening to Bing Crosby sing "White Christmas” and it reminded me of the time we went to see "Holiday Inn" with Jack N. and It also made me very, very lonesome for you see I had hoped that perhaps you would spend this Xmas with

Your Eve

Post #480 - October 11, 1944 Dot is in Louisiana with Snuff and I Somehow Haven’t Given Up the Hope that the War in Europe will be Over Before the New Year

 

Oct. 11, 1944

Dearest Phil,

My mail today consisted of your letter of Oct. 1 and a nice card from Dot. Your letter inspires no comment. You were in a "cute” mood that day. Dot, as you know by now, is in Louisiana with Snuff, so I can't very well tell her you want to be forgiven for not writing. She’s saving you the trouble of writing to two correspondents by joining Snuff and told me to write directly to Snuff, as she has no permanent address.

Harry accepted a job with the Phila. Navy job [yard?] and his work will be to insulate pipes. It is almost three weeks that he is unemployed, so it certainly is high time he got something. He and Goldie are going to a wedding (Goldie’s cousin) in New York on Oct. 28th.

My boss was in a very bad mood all day and just this evening I learned the reason: George has to leave for the service on Oct. 31st and it is hard blow at this particular time. We are so busy that his loss will be heavily felt. I'm not so busy, but the salesmen and packers are. We are doing a tremendous business and are falling behind in deliveries already.

Adele woke me twice last night, but both times she had to make a “sissy". I can't complain, cause at least the bed is dry and I have little or no washing at all. It's as long as it is broad. Speaking of Adele reminds me that we have a beautiful standing blackboard that folds into a table with a roller on top which features the alphabet and all sorts of animals and things. It comes complete with blackboard erasers and chalk and costs $3.25 wholesale. I think I'm going to get one for Adele. She likes to scribble and it should be of interest to you. It wouldn't hurt for her to learn to recognize the alphabet on sight. The strollers haven't come in yet, and when they do, if they are what I want I shall purchase one. They are due in most any day now.

This morning I accomplished a lot. I cleaned our room, the living and dining rooms and then took a walk with Adele to Fay's house. We sat on the open porch for about an hour and then it was time for me to leave for work. I sat and knitted and talked to Fay while Adele played with Marty (as Adele fondly calls Mark).

Adele says her daddy is in "ing lawn". She was rummaging through your night table drawer and messed up your socks (the few pairs I do have). Now she constantly reminds me "Daddy's socks".

Fay told me that Morris made her an allotment of a $25 bond each month plus $15 in cash. I was quite surprised, as it does leave him with very little. But, I've come to the end of another missive, so I'll leave you with this thought in mind - I love you dearly, honey, and I am and always will be

Your Eve

11 October 1441

Dearest Chippie, 

Because it was such a pretty fall evening last night, I decided to pass up writing, and to take a ride into town instead. It had been a hard day, what with getting out the payroll and all, and I felt the need for a little relaxation. I spent the evening quietly and pleasantly with Bert and Evelyn and Nigel. I told them about my recent visit to London and the shows t saw there. Bert said to let him know when I get my next pass so that we might go to the dog or horse races. He told me that Mr. Dee is a great gambler and that he recently won about $8000.00 in one day at the races. I'll have to talk to Mr. Dee!

Your V-mail of the 29th Sep. arrived yesterday, but while I enjoyed reading it, there was nothing in it that requires answering. Today was a dreary, cloudy one, but I had plenty to do, so I didn't take too much notice of the weather, I had planned to go to the movies to see “A Guy Named Joe,” but it is raining heavily, and I’m reluctant to walk down in the rain. Maybe it will stop in time for me to make the second show, I hope! Think I'll take a nap in the meantime (soon as I finish this). I got in about 1:00 A.M. this morning and I feel the need to make up those coupla hours of lost sleep. There is just a trickle of mail coming thru. There wasn't any at all today, Sweet.

Hardly know what else to say. The war drags on and on, and I’m beginning to wonder how much longer it will be before I get to see you. I've just about given up hope of being home for Adele's second birthday, but somehow haven't given up the hope that the war in Europe will be over before the New Year. I really can't see how the enemy can possibly hold out much longer under the kind of punishment he is absorbing on all sides, nor do I see how he can possibly man almost a thousand miles of front thickly enough to keep us out of Germany for long. Whether or not we in the ETO will be sent home after Germany surrenders, is, of course, something we don't know, but it's good to know, nevertheless, that there is that possibility. I'm not at all disheartened with the prospects, honey, so don't you be, Let us hope and pray for a happy conclusion to our past few years of doubts, apprehensions, and heartaches. In the meantime, I am your ever lovin' hubby, and Adele's doting daddy

Phil 

P.S. My love to all—of course!

Post #479 - October 10, 1944 We Had A Letter from the War Dept. Today and It Informs Us that Ed is “Still Seriously Ill”

 

Oct. 10, 1944 

Dearingest, Darlingest Phil, 

It sounds screwy I know, but I'm in a very good mood today. Hip, Hip, Hooray!! And I have two good reasons for being so happy! First, there were two letters from you, and though they were rather old (Sept. 27 and 29), they were, nevertheless, mail, and it broke the depression that had assailed me all week. Second, I managed to get Adele those almost unobtainable corrective shoes, and white ones at that! I happened to call Geutings this morning and the shoes had just come in, so I dashed down with Ruth and Adele and settled the matter for once and for all. The shoes themselves were $5.25 and the correction, which Guetings own shoemakers make, cost an additional 75¢. I had expected them to be more, and was surprised to find the cost as low as $6. Now I have to wait til Monday, at which time the correction will have been made, and then I shall contact Dr. Lefkoe, and have him examine the shoes.

In both your letters you were very homesick and lonely. You weren't sure you should tell me about it, and I can't understand why. I feel exactly the same way and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I like to feel that I can "take it,” but there are times when I definitely cannot. For instance: I'm not afraid to say "that there have been nights that I found it almost impossible to get to sleep for want of you.” After all baby, you are my husband, and I do love you very much and I do want you and I expect you to feel the same way about me. Many are the times when I don't know what ails me and nine times out of ten, when I analyze I find it's YOU. Phil it can't be much longer - it just can't.

So much for the happier side. We had a letter from the War Dept. today and it informs us that Ed is "still seriously ill". That's the first time they used the term "seriously" and, naturally, it has us all worried. I've thought of writing to the War Dept. for more information and to inquire if perhaps Ed would be sent home in the near future. I don't know what to do and I was wondering if perhaps you could get additional information concerning him. My folks had a nice letter from him last week dated Sept. 29th and I just received your Sept. 29th letter today. We were under the impression that he was quite improved, from his letter, and can't understand why they term him "seriously ill". Is that the Army's way of doing things?

Your letter of the 27th contained the three booklets of instructions and I thought each sweater lovelier than the proceeding one. I shall flatter myself, let alone you, if I do get the opportunity to make "several".

I promised Ethel I'd make Paul a beige vest for a belated birthday gift and I must make Adele a heavy sweater set. I want to make her a dubonnet sweater and hat to match her jodhpurs, to make a complete outfit. That's when I get around to it. In the meantime I am working on a light weight pink sweater for Adele and have the back and almost all of the front completed.

I accomplished a lot today. I took some things to the tailor, had two pairs of shoes repaired, bought Adele a bottle of cod liver oil ($2.29) and even cleaned our room thoroughly.

Last night shortly after I had posted your letter, Etta called to ask for your address and Jack’s, saying that they (she and Nat, of course) were sending out packages to all the boys. She also told me that Leon Possner was back from overseas, due to the fact that his ship docked at the Brooklyn Navy Yard for repairs. I can just imagine how he felt!

The Wymans are also sending off packages to you and Jack, so I can guarantee that the candy ration, which you claim I have imposed upon you, will cease to be. Now, aren't you happy!

Harry is still unemployed, still filling out applications and still waiting for a job that will pay him the kind of money he wants.

Adele was excited all day long. No wonder - what with a bus, subway and then a trolly ride! She loves to ride! Adele woke me up several times last night and I felt rather tired today. I had a very easy day at work. I didn't get to work until almost one o'clock, due to the unexpected shopping trip.

While walking along Chestnut St. to put Adele and Ruth on the 47, I noticed a little outfit in one of the dress stores that I should like to have, providing it looks as well on me and it looks to me.

The outfit consists of a bellboy jacket and skirt, grey color, with a white pin stripe running through it. It has large silver buttons for decoration and seemed rather inexpensive to me, being only $8.95. If it's still there when I have to call for Adele's shoes on Monday and fits me nicely I shall buy it.

I'm enclosing a clipping that appeared in the Daily News yesterday. Think we can afford to build a $10,000 home? It just shows to go you how much our savings will mean when you do come home!

I also had a nice letter from Phil today and he called himself a half-a   ed technician. He watches real operations and autopays (is that correct?) and is going to perform an operation on a dog in the near future. As he said "When I get done sewing him up, he’d better be alive -"

Phil, darling, I'm missing you so acutely these past few weeks that I feel I could almost pick up my arms and fly to you. I sometimes don't like to mention these moods, for fear that you will "bawl me out” or give me a lecture. Phil I could almost cry out, when I think of how much you are missing. Adele is at her most adorable stage and I really feel she needs a daddy's attention. Everything she does is most surprising and I have to make her repeat some things to make sure I heard her right the first time.

It is very late, sweet, and I'm weary tonight. I hope Adele decides to let me sleep tonight. And to make sure I'm going to get right into bed and try to put thoughts of you aside, just so I might catch up a wee bit on my sleep, if’n you don't mind.

Good night for now, darling, I am, as ever

Your Eve