Post #529 - December 14, 1944 You Can’t Get a $1000 Policy for Your Child If You are not Insured for at Least $3000 Yourself and It’s the First Time I Slept in a Comfortable Bed for a Full Year

 

Dec. 14, 1944

My sweet,

No mail again today, but I am writing again, even though it may be difficult to fill up the page. I felt unusually lousy today and I'm sure you know why.

I took the bus to go to work today and since I missed one just as I got to Tenth St. I walked over to Ann's and waited there for the next one. Tony is now In Germany and naturally, Ann is kind of worried about him.

George, Mr. Bellet's son has to leave Dec. 27th and I doubt very much If he'll get out of it this time. As you must know, the Selective Service is also clamping down on men between the ages of 26 and 37, as too many of them have quit their defense jobs. Both Mr. Bellet and George have been very nice this week and I'm very fond of the new girl. She's a good worker and we both cooperate fully. It makes the job more pleasant. Mr. Bellet can be very nice when he wants to and I only wish he would want to more often. I was really thinking seriously of leaving him, but if things continue as they are I am more than satisfied. I worked quite a few extra hours this week and expect to have a nice pay.

Phil Strongin called me just a little while ago and asked us all over to a party being given for him this Saturday night to be held at Emma's house. I recognized his voice immediately and he was flattered,

This morning I felt very crampy and several times I practically doubled up with pain. When Adele saw me double up she ran over and said, "What’s sa matter, Mommy" "Tiss, Mommy”! (she wanted to kiss me ).

I interrupted this long enough to put Adele to bed and wash a few pieces. Our insurance man is here and is trying to sell Harry insurance. Of course, Harry is not interested in insurance for himself, but he wants to take out a policy for Diana. You can't got a $1000 policy for your child if you are not insured for at least $3000 yourself. Did you know that? If you hadn't been in the Army we probably would not have been able to take such a policy. I also learned a few other things about insurance, and learned that I was misinformed as to this conversion business. I had thought you could convert your Army Insurance to a civilian policy - but that's the bunk, according to our insurance man. Time will not permit me to go into further detail now, sweetheart, for it is getting very late and yours very lovingly should like very much to get some shuteye.

I'm so hungry for you right now, that were you here I’d simply eat you up and be done with it. Come to think of it - then I wouldn't have you. Well, I’ll just take a nice big bite - okay? I yove you so much (as Adele would say)

Your Eve

14 December 1944

Darling Evie,

After I finished writing to you last night, I busied myself with the oysters. Boy, did I have troubles - don’t ask!! But Evelyn has told you how it all came out (she read her letter to you to me), and, as the saying goes - "all's well that ends well." Beside the oysters, which were rather small, we had steak and french fries for supper, which we sat down to at 10:30. Really, I should have been starting back to base at that time, but on calling for a cab to take me to where our trucks were parked, I was told that they weren't sending any cabs out due to the thick fog, which made driving dangerous. There was nothing for it, then, but to spend the night there. I called the CQ and told him to inform Sgt. Murphy that I would be late coming in. After supper, we loafed around, and talked until almost 1:00 A.M. Then we decided to call it a day. Ev and Bert have been sleeping in the “middle room" because it is warmer than their own front bed-room, which I used. Chippie, it's the first time I slept in a comfortable bed for a full year, and it certainly was a luxury! The last time was when I took a room at the Imperial Hotel about this time last year. 

This morning, I had breakfast with Evelyn (Bert had risen early to catch a train to Romford, where his folks live) and then caught a bus into town. Before I left the house, though, I had called the motor-pool at the base to find out when a truck would be coming in. I had about two hours to kill, so I loafed around the Red Cross Club for a while. When it was almost time to catch the truck back to base, I walked down to the corner, where I knew I could flag him down. However, before the truck I was looking for showed up, a British civilian offered me a lift. Unfortunately, the base is a coupla miles from the main road, so I hiked the rest of the way. Naturally, the first thing I looked for when I walked into the Orderly Room, was my mail. I was pretty disappointed to find there was nothing for me.

And that, Sweet, is about all there is to report to date. I'm spending tonight in the hut, ’cause it’s damp and cold outside, and I’m rather tired. In a word, I'm in no mood to make the usual trek to the Aero Club for a few sandwiches and coffee. Think I'll turn in early for a change—

Good night, my darling. A big hug and kiss for Adele. I love you both so very much! Love to all.

Your devoted
Phil

Post #528 - December 13, 1944 My Brother Sy Took Quite an Extensive Tour - Around the Panama Canal to Sunny California and A Letter from Evelyn Woolf

 

Dec. 13, 1944 

Dearest Darling,

No mail whatever today, but I can't complain, after receiving so much these past few days. I wasn't going to write this evening, but decided to try to fill up this page somehow, so I wouldn't have to skip.

I got Goldie a high chair for Diana from our place that is a real beauty. It was delivered today. It is made of that very light wood and ls padded with red and cream leather.

Ah - I do have some nows that will interest you. My brother Sy took quite an extensive tour - around the Panama Canal to sunny California. On his last liberty he went to Hollywood, of all places! He said they had trouble with two subs and had to sleep in life belts two nights. The engine of the ship broke down and it took 14 hours to get it working again. His address used to be c/o New York, but now it's San Francisco, Calif. Guess he'll see some action in the Pacific before he's through.

Was interrupted by a call from none other than Lil. I had called three times and failed to catch her and she finally got me. She was glad to know that you had received the package. I told her that you had "almost” forgiven her for not writing. Guess that hit home, cause she said a letter would be forthcoming.

It’s rather late (hence all the typographical errors) and I'm sort of sleepy, Adele fell asleep a short while ago, after telling me all the nursery rhymes she knows. She goes right through “Jack and Jill" and "Little Bo Peep” without any aid whatever, and it's pretty distinct, She particularly likes to have me tell her the story of the three little pigs, one with the straw house one with the stick house, and one with the brick house. She loves the part about how the “big bad wolf says knock, knock, knock, let me come in” and the piggy says "no, no, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin". Then the wolf huffs and puffs and blows the house in, etc.

When I asked her to say another nursery rhyme for me, she said, "No, Mommy not now, I'm too tired". There is a picture of a very funny looking man (advertising some rug cleaning substance) in a store window on Fifth St. On day when my mother happened to pass the place Adele noticed the picture and now all she talks about is "the funny man on Fifth St." and you can't pass the store without letting her look at the picture.

She's still talking about the "yocket" you sent her. It's really a shame that it is so big. I'm afraid to trust her with it, just yet, anyway. I sure she’ll grow into it. Guess I didn't do so badly, cause I've just about managed to fill this up. Got one more thing to tell you - you know - I’ll bet a little birdie told you - right! I love you my darling! A kiss from

Your Eve

20 Barn Hill Ave.

Old Heath

Colchester

13th Dec. 1944

Dear Evelyn,

At long last I can steal a few moments to sit down and write to you. First and foremost I must thank you for your gifts to my baby.

Did I say baby? I should not, as today he is half a year old, and on the way to being an old man. Bless him. He really is very forward for his age. He sits up on his own, and already has two teeth.

The rattle is real cute and has such pretty colours, every time that Nigel sees it he gets excited, his arms and legs get stiff and his face red, it is his favourite toy.

The bottles are coming in real handy too. I haven’t seen Pyrex bottles before. They are very sensible and such a pleasure to use, when you don’t have to worry about if the bottle will break when it gets too hot.

(Interlude for Supper)

Phil is here tonight, and he has taught us something new. Fried oysters, and they really are good. I had not tried them before. I did not know that they were as filling and to follow we had steak and chips. So now we all can’t move. We are just sitting around. Just waiting for the coffee to boil. Phil is staying the night, as it is too foggy to get back to camp.

Your husband certainly likes Nigel. I think he reminds him of Adele. He says she looked just like him. She must have been a beautiful baby, or maybe I am prejudiced.

I forgot to mention that Phil opened the oysters, (with my help.) I swung the hammer, and he held the knife. It’s a wonder we are both alive. Phil and I came in from town early to put the baby to bed and get dinner ready. When Bert came home, we were both on the floor hammering away at the oysters. Boy did he laugh, and did Phil and I get mad when Bert showed us how easy it was to open them with a knife.

Coffee is boiling so I must say, Cheerio for now. Phil sends his love and is enclosing a letter. Let’s hear from you soon.

Yours Sincerely,

Evelyn Woolf

Post #527 - December 11, 12, 1944 Mom Gave All the Gruesome Details Concerning Betty & Sol

 

Dec. 11, 1944

Dearest Sweetheart:

Boy, did I have a stack of mail today. Between Saturday and today I received a total of ten letters from you. Now that's what I call mail! Today I received your letters of Nov. 19, 20, 22 and 23rd, one of which contained the franc. Saturday I had mail up to the 29th of Nov., so you see how disorderly my ideas are concerning your activities. However, after rereading each letter carefully and rearranging all of them, I have a pretty good idea of what has kept you occupied from the 15th to the 29th. They all made fine reading, and I read the one about your meeting with Limey to Ethel.

Also in the mail for me was a cute Xmas greeting from Milt Brown, a long letter from Jack, who is most anxious to have a picture of you (brother Jack) and an invitation to my cousin Bella's wedding, to be held at Rabbi Brenner's on Sunday, Dec. 24th.

It certainly was swell to get all that mail, after waiting for so long. I'm hoping that the mail will be more regular now. After all, it is almost two weeks since the 29th and I was accustomed to getting mail from you in five days. I'd much rather have my mail spread out, than wait so long for it.

I'm glad you enjoyed your furlough and I wish, very much, that I'll soon be by your side. Just the thought of it makes me tingle with delight. I'm glad, too, that you enjoyed and was proud of the letter I wrote to the Woolfs. How dare they kid you!

I don't believe I've told you that Adele will answer the following: What's your daddy's name? "Philip" (not quite as distinctly as we would say it, but nevertheless clear). What's mommy's name? "Avelyn" Now when she is asked who sent her the locket, she replies, "Daddy, Philip". She also told everyone that "Nannom Trongin went to New York". When I bring her home from my mother's Mom usually asks her to give her (Mom) a kiss. Adele replies, “Wait till I get. undressed, Nanmom."

Mom gave all the gruesome details concerning Betty & Sol. No one knew Betty was pregnant until her fifth month. She had hoped to surprise everyone this time. Sol had an excellent position and they were living in Springfield, Mass. He made $100 a week and received a bonus of $500 semi-yearly, besides his salary. They had a two-story house, furnished with the best that could be bought. Betty just bought and bought and bought. Once, when Frada visited them she asked Sol why he let her spend so much money recklessly. He told Frada that she never did have many things and that she could buy all her heart desired.

She was about to enter her seventh month. One night she began to cough and Sol became alarmed. He called the doctor and the doctor suggested that she go to the hospital. She had begun to stain, too. The baby hadn't always been dead, as I had thought. She felt life at the correct time, but the baby died because it was not quite seven months. It was a blond boy - just what she had hoped to have. She had ordered a lovely bedspread and drapes for their bedroom just before going to the hospital. Immediately after having the baby, she told Sol, who was with her, that they had everything they wanted - except a baby. She told him that when she became well she wanted to have another and he said anything she wanted was okay with him. She asked him to take care of the order she had placed. She suddenly found it difficult to breathe and had to be placed in an oxygen tent. Sol was beside her all the time and she died in his arms before anyone knew what had happened - of a blood clot. She had said, just a few minutes earlier, that she had never felt better in her life.

Need I go on? He spent over a $1000 on her funeral, had her body sent to the Bronx for the funeral and carried on like a mad man. Mom said he had fainting spells and fell right at her feet on the cemetery. His bosses are crazy about him. They gave him a check for $500 before he left for the Bronx and mailed him $200. more - so that he would not have to think of anything in that connection. Sol has no one, except his father, who lives in California and an Uncle in N.Y. He had to go back to Mass. alone to take care of the matter of the house, etc. The Gutkins called his bosses and warned them not to let him alone for a minute.

Sol wrote a 13 page letter to the chaplain of Izzy's company, asking him to break the news gently to him, pouring his heart forth in the letter. He is trying to have Izzy sent back to the States, so that he can help comfort his parents in their distress. 

Life can be so bitter!

Your letter of Dec.1 came this morning and I thought it fairly good as concerns traveling time, when you consider how long it took for all the others to get here. It informed me that you had received S & D’s package, Etta & Nat's package and a few letters from me.

I sent off a v-mail today (Dec 12) that I typed at the office. I told you in that letter that I would finish this one at home, since I did not get the opportunity to complete it last night.

It's kind of late now, sweetness, and so I must take my leave, much as I hate to. I want so much to love you, baby! I adore you, Phil, dear. See ya tomorrow, honey.

Your Eve

P.S. Enclosed is Carmella's picture from Zelda. Please return it immediately!

Dec. 12, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I am typing this at work, as I had the form with me and there is a lull. I started a "longie" to you last night, but couldn't finish it, as Mom walked in with Rae and we all got to talking. Mom received a letter from Zelda with two small pictures of Carmella enclosed. I shall try to remember to enclose her picture in my letter, but you must return it, for Mom wants me to send it to Jack also. It seems Carmella is becoming a typist. She isn't pretty, but there is something very appealing about her.

After I posted my letter to you Sunday night, my dad came rushing in to inform me that Eddie was on the phone and would I like to speak with him. Well, I just rushed right over and spent a full 15 minutes talking to Eddie via telephone. Imagine, he was right here in Philly, but could not call or see us! 70 fellows were brought in for a good time by a Red Cross escort and taken right back. He told me a little about his experiences this time - the accident in England, that he was a gunner, etc. I asked him how he felt and he said he felt fine, except for occasional headaches. I also asked if he slept well at night and he said, "No, I think too much”. It seems as though I had this business with this girl, Ruth Shapiro, all mixed up. He told me she writes him love letters, but that he only saw her once. I was under the impression that she was his girl, from what both Ruth and my mother said. Shows you how wrong a person can be sometimes!

Adele loves her new “toose brush” and particularly *toose paste”. When I ask her to spit out, she swallows first and then spits. She always asks for a “dink of watee” when we are finished. She still has that tendency to use her left hand, but she does so many things with both her hands that it’s hard to tell. She eats with her right hand most of the time. She writes with both. She takes her rag dolly to bed with her and sings her to sleep. Adele also sings, *Zing, zing, zing went the trolley". She reminds me of a parrot, cause she'll try to repeat everything I say and usually says it correctly. First thing this morning she noticed that it was snowing outside. It rained all day yesterday and we had medium snow flurries most of the day. The other day, just before Ruth left for work, she promised to bring Adele a lollipop upon returning. Don't you think that kid remembered to ask “Where’s my lollipop?” when Ruth got back! I try, wherever possible to keep whatever promise I make to her. In fact, I try not to promise her anything I can’t keep. She even told Rae this morning. "Mommy washed the dolly’s hat and toat” (referring to the doll Rae once brought her).

Adele puts the radio on and off by herself and switches to the various stations. If I don't have time to dance with her, she dances with her dolly. She loves to hold a conversation on the phone. But I’m hitting the bottom, so I'll continue with this in my other letter when I get home. I received your letter of Dec. 1 today. More later, honey. I love you so much!

Your Eve

Post #526 - December 9, 10, 1944 Far Be It From Me to Come Between Any Child and Its Mother and I Did Get Two Lovely Packages

 

Dec. 9, 1944

My dearest Phil,

Yipee! Today I hit the jackpot, and for the first time in weeks I really received what I call "mail". There were your letters of Nov. 21, 23 (to Adele), 26 and 27-28 and 29. One contained the locket. There was also a four page letter from Milt Brown and I shall send it along if this doesn't become too heavy. He mentioned having received your letter and no doubt will tell you, in detail, what he told me. He was one of three fellows that had to land first on a beachhead operation against the Japs. One of the fellows was killed, one was almost killed and a hand grenade was thrown at Milt. Luckily, he only had small pieces of shrapnel in his left hand, which are healing and will leave no marks.

The type is very clear - or hadn't you noticed. I cleaned the typewriter and put on a new ribbon before starting this, all for your benefit, my dear. And now to your letters - but, wait, first about the locket. The locket arrived in excellent condition and is very, very lovely. I know full well just how much it means to you, sweet, but this may disappoint you a little. The locket, or heart (as you wish) and the chain are both too big for little Adele. I could have the chain shortened, but the heart is much too enormous for her. I realize it couldn't be made smaller due to the Air Corps. insignia, so the only thing I can do is put it away for her. I can't help wondering where you got the lovely chain. You said Red made the heart. I didn't know you saw him that often. You may tell him for me that his hands, are his fortune and I only wish I were as capable with my hands as he is with his. It’s a perfect heart shape! The one you sent me is smaller in size and the insignia is smaller, too. Perhaps you have some better idea - so give, honey. Thank Red for me, will you.

And now to your letters. Wait just a minute. I almost forgot to mention Adele's reactions. She took an immediate liking to the "yocket" and wore it most of the evening. When asked who sent it to her, she replied "Daddy, dear". She even kissed me, as you asked her to. She listened as I read the letter to my mother and when I read "Kiss Mommy", she immediately accommodated you. On the "mouse" too! So much for the locket.

There are many of your letters missing. Both Ethel and I are waiting patiently for the letter in which you describe your meeting with Harry - but nothing doing yet. When I called Ethel this evening I learned something you may know - that Harry is now in France. Looks like you caught him just in time. Seems like you're the only one left in England.

Your letter of the 21st informed me that you had received Lil's package: Glad you're so thrilled with the contents and "hearty appetite.” If you’d like any item duplicated, you merely have to ask. You ask me in this one how Adele knows enough to say "Mommy wants you". I keep telling her to "tell Daddy to come home, Mommy wants him". I liked you're ending of "Constantly -" (very nice).

Need I comment on the letter to Adele? In a word, it was "beautiful".

Yours of the 26th was short and sweet, cause you hadn't received any mail from me. You were full of "ideas" in this one.

The letter of 27-28 contained the information I had been waiting for most impatiently. I have quite a bit to say in retaliation. When I said a very definite "NO" to your post-war plans, it wasn't that I'm not interested. I'm very much interested, for I've told you many times that I'd much rather have my own business than be employed by anyone. Naturally, I exaggerated when I said I detected a "million flaws, ", but there are many. When I picked on "sleeping in boarding houses with Adele”, it wasn't because you cannot count on me when it comes to putting up with discomfort. I'll put up with a lot if I have to and I've put up with a lot during my lifetime. No, I'm not afraid of any hardship, as long as I'm with you, but I cannot see dragging Adele here and there. I'll go anywhere, anytime, no matter what the obstacles, but Adele stays put, even if it means leaving her with my mother. That too, would depend on our mode of travel and whether or not we could afford to do it. Too many things concerning a child's life would enter into the picture and that would have to be decided upon only at "that" time, Do you realize how distasteful it is to me to have to travel with her just to get a pair of shoes? And that's only here in the city! But so much for that.

Where did you get the idea that the government would lend you something like $6000 without security, as well as interest? You'll probably have to give an arm and a leg for security. I know very little about "government loans", but from what I've read, I gather that much. In all probability you'll have to put up something like 1/5 or more as a starter, or about $1000 for $5000, so you see, we'll be all tied up from the start, unless I manage to save a good deal more money in the coming months.

I'm not against leaving my folks, but I wouldn't want to be away from them indefinitely and unless we could see our way clear to visiting Philly from time to time, I could not see leaving for another city, as well as state. Traveling expense, such as that incurred when traveling from Philly to Denver and back won't fit into any budget we may make and wouldn't for a long time, till we had sufficient time to build ourselves up. It surprises me a bit that you would want to leave the family altogether, when, on several occasions you've told me how lucky I am to have them around.

One of your sentences "You must realize, sweet, that one does not get ahead without sacrificing something" surprised me, too. What do you think I'm doing at the moment? Remember, besides missing you terribly, I miss Adele all day long. (And if you want to say that it isn't necessary for me to work - don't - we've been all over that - and you know full well, even better than I do how much more of a start we'll have if we can save a lot in the interim). Nor do I feel happy about breaking up a home that we both worked very hard to build - that hurts deeply. I know, darling, that there will be "bad" times as well as "good" ones and you know full well that I'm with you anytime, whether good or bad.

You call yourself a "most unambitious fellow". That is one adjective I detest! I have no admiration for anyone who is "unambitious". If one is full of life and the desire to live, he should be ambitious, regardless of what his ambition may be. Surely you must feel ambitious about something other than attaining "worldly goods for all of us" that you claim is my idea. I'd hate to think I had to talk you into attaining such things for Adele and myself, as well as for you. Aren't there any "worldly goods" you would like to have where you are concerned? Phil do you remember how bitter I was when you first went into the Army and I had to have Adele? Raising her properly has been a tough job and it's going to take a long time before I forget all those "hurts" and "doing without". I'm not asking you to promise me or guarantee me anything - I know you can't do that either. When I say everything must be "right", I mean mostly that we must have our own place. Is that asking too much of a husband? I'm not asking for any "Utopia" either. I have your word that you'll do your best. How can I ask for anything more!

Thanks for being so explicit on the question of giving up the house. Since Mom is in N.Y. and won't be back until Monday morning and has had her share of grief this week, I shall say nothing whatever about it until January, at least. I'm terribly glad to be able to report, what I've mentioned in two letters, that Goldie has been so swell since Mom left for N.Y. She prepared the meals and did whatever cleaning she could in her spare time. It makes me feel swell and I know you'll feel that way, too.

I'm sure Harry and Goldie realize, more each day, that the present setup could not be found everywhere. Goldie is more tolerant of my opinions. Before she had Diana, she used to tell me how she would do this or how she would do that and now I keep saying "I told you so". Same goes for Harry,

Since Mom has been away both H & G have been more considerate and easier to get along with: In case you didn't know it, I started on this letter at 10:30 P.M. and since it is 12, I think I'd better continue tomorrow. Good night, sweet.

Dec. 10, 1944

Here I am again. I had a full morning and just finished cleaning. Since Adele is still sleeping, I'm taking advantage of the break to get this finished.

Phil, dear, you must realize that I will do nothing to hurt anyone in connection with giving up the place. Some night, when Mom and I are alone, I shall get to talking with her, tell her of our plans, both present and future, and point out to her each and every reason for the move. I am not going to tell her that you agreed to this, even if she should feel bitter, but I doubt it extremely. I'm going to make her understand that it's only a temporary setup and that we shall open up house once again when you have returned and that she is more than welcome to live with us, I'm not holding anything against her, sweet, for any of her actions, nor have I ever done so. Far be it from me to come between any child and its mother. I, for one, never wish to be the cause of any hard feelings between you and your mother. I have "you" as a husband and father and I shall always be grateful to her for that. I wouldn't call your mother thoughtless, either, for I believe she gives most everything she does some thought. After I've told her what I plan to do I shall tell her that I am advising you. Then you may write to her, and assure her as you wish. I think it would be better that way. At least she would feel that I've taken her into my confidence on the matter and it would be easier for her.

For the time being, we shall drop the entire matter. I'll take it up whenever the opportunity for doing so tactfully arises and shall advise you at that time. Don't feel badly, honey, for I feel certain that everything will work out satisfactorily in the end. As I told you, I'm not that anxious to go back home, for I'd much rather make my own way in the world. It's the wisest thing to do for the present, and I'm glad you understand. Houses and apartments are like diamonds these days and it may take a long time for H & G to get situated. Besides, I do not intend to move back home until my folks have redone the house. So you see, sweet, it's not as easily done as said, and who knows, by that time you may be coming home ( I hope, I hope, I hope). We shall see -

Your letter of the 29th was just full of question marks. Yes, I could write volumes about our daughter, but I have so little time and patience for it, and I'm genuinely sorry if I'm keeping you in the dark. Adele calls me "Mommy" and I call her Adele - always. I usually call her "mummy" when she's extra specially sweet. I’ve already told you that she knows her own name. She pronounces it very clearly, as far as I'm concerned and will usually say it for anyone who requests it. She looks very cute today. She's wearing her plaid cotton pleated skirt (the one Mrs. Bader made for her) a white blouse with little designs running down the front and puffed sleeves. She has a little red bow in her hair and red and white socks and white shoes finish off the outfit. Her hair is parted on the left side and merely held off her face by the little red bow. In the morning, the first thing she usually does is ask to be taken to the bathroom to make "sissy" or she orders me to "Det up, Mommy". (she doesn't know how to pronounce her "g" sound). Adele puts her dolly in the doll carriage and wheels her about, reads a book, opens all the drawers and closet doors, plays with her blocks (builds them up and throws them down or wheels the toy around) plays hide and seek and today she did something new. She spread the joke papers on the floor, stretched out and scanned them carefully. I pointed out such figures as Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, etc. and that kept her occupied for a while. She particularly likes when Jack sits her on his shoulders, her feet around his neck and sort of gives her a horseback ride. He holds her hands and bobs up and down and she squeals with delight. The other day my mother went to the refrigerator to get a jar of beets and spilled half the jar. She must have said a loud "oh" for Adele immediately piped in with "What happened, Nanmom - spilled the beets? Adele never liked beets, but she loves them now. She'll drink out a whole jar of beet juice if you'd let her. Adele seems to be afraid of the dark, though I try hard to discourage it. For instance, in the morning when we come down for breakfast, she won't go into the living room. (Any other time she'll run in and out). When I ask her why she doesn't go into the living room, she says, "Too dark in ere." When I bring her home at night, she says, "Mommy look at the moon and the stars". She is very contrary at times - when I tell her to do something she won't and vice versa. Her coloring remains the same. There is nothing whatever abnormal about her little legs. They are well formed, but there is still that tendency to walk pigeon-toed. I suspect she thinks it's funny or cute, or something, and does it on purpose, She is developing the habit of walking up and down the stairs without holding on (big shot) and it makes me very nervous.

I'm afraid I'll have to continue about Adele some other time, for my time is growing short and I have many things to do before the day is over.

I bought Harry a lovely wallet for his birthday and Adele gave it to him last night. It's made of natural colored pigskin, has four celluloid picture cases, a change purse, a window for cards, etc. and a zipper that closes it on two sides. It cost $4 and 80¢ tax. He likes it very much. You can have one, if you wish. How is the old wallet, anyway?

I’ve been interrupted a million times. Ruth has Adele out in the carriage for a few minutes and I'm trying like mad to finish odds and ends. Sylvia (Milt's girl) just called and told me something very confidentially. Syd wrote her that he is coming home on furlough and doesn't want anyone to know just yet. It has to be passed by three boards and he has already passed two and so doesn't want to spread anything around until he is positively sure. There's a catch - he'll have to go back when the furlough is over. But I think he should take it, for he has been away almost two and a half years and that's more than enough.

Syl also informed me that Phil Strongin is home on furlough, so I guess he'll be around most any day now. I'm very surprised that he didn't even as much as call us yet, but undoubtedly he is kept very busy and will get around to us eventually.

And now, sweetheart, I'm going to kiss you soundly, hug you ever so tight, tell you just once more that I love you very dearly and that I am

Your Eve

9 December 1944 

Dearest Darling,

Last night I was pulling my own CQ. I had just settled down to writing my daily stint, when one of our officers came round with some work for me that killed the rest of the evening. That is why it couldn't write to you last night.

This is the third day running that I haven’t had mail from you, Chippie, but I did get two lovely packages. One was Mom's, and it was very well received. Tuna and salmon are very welcome here (especially the tuna, which is impossible to procure), and the bag full of candy wasn’t hard to take, either. The other package was from the girls of the Label Bureau, and a swell bunch of stuff was contained therein. There was first and foremost, a scrumptious Yello-Bole pipe and two packs of Bond Street tobacco, (thank you for that, Chippie), then there was tooth-paste, tooth-brush, band-aids, pipe cleaners, candy bars, chewing gum, shaving cream, Jergen's Lotion, and possibly other things that I can’t remember. Yesterday, I received gift of the Wynmans and Chases. There was a very nice fruit cake that  I have laid aside for Xmas eve, some very tasty roasted & salted peanuts, a box of Stevens Chocolates, and a fig bar, which contained citron (which I despise), but Stahle took care of that.

Earlier this evening, I went to the movies to see “Bathing Beauty” (for the 3rd time -yes, was that good, Chippie). I particularly liked Ethel Smith's superb performance on the organ (especially that Latin number), and Harry James' rendition of the “Hora Toccata,” to say nothing of Xavier Cugat’s exciting rhythms.

Well, honey, I’ve thought and thought - and can't think of another thing to say - except, of course, that I love you more than ever (if such a thing is possible.) My dearest love to our sweet punkin. Love to all from

Your devoted

Phil

10 Dec. 1944

Dear Aunt & Cousins:

I received your V letter of Nov. 26th and was glad to hear from you. I hope by now that your brother Eddie has been released from the hospital and will suffer no more ill effects from his experiences any more. I don’t think my job is important but try and tell that to the army who’s afraid to let anybody go, but I’m getting a break at last. When you get this letter don’t write to me anymore and please inform the Weinman family to stop writing. I expect to be seeing you in a couple months. It’ll only be a thirty day furlough and I’ll have to come back but I accepted it anyway just to be able to come back for awhile.

I’m well and in good health and I hope you are the same. I figure accepting a furlough for me would be O.K. as I’m single or if they wanted to I could stay overseas now for the duration seeing both theaters & I expect that might be my case. If I was a married I wouldn’t accept such a deal - and I’m not kidding as it is a sucker deal all around. All my love and regards to you all.

As ever,

Syd

Post #525 - December 8, 1944 Almost All of My Pay this Month Will Be Spent on Gifts and Letters from Mike Nerenberg and Milton Brown

 

Dec. 8, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Am starting this at the office, as there is a lull. I got into work very early this morning, as I wanted to make up for time I lost on Tuesday. It has been raining most of the day, but it's not as cold as was a few days ago.

When I got into work I began to feel ill, and thought I was coming down with a cold. After eating lunch and munching on some cough drops I feel lots better and I think I've managed to beat off the cold before it made any headway. My resistance has been very good since I started to take the vitamin pills.

I've been thinking of what to give the Moms for Xmas. I think I shall get your Mom a handbag, as she needs a new one. My mother needs a coat badly, so I'll go shopping with her for one, and give a $5 deposit on it for her. The only other person I am going to gift this year is Ruth, who has been a fairly good girl.

And while I'm on the subject of gifts, let me remind you not to forget your brother Jack's birthday, which is Jan. 12, Harold's birthday (Dot's kid) Jan. 19, and Jack N.'s which is Jan 25. You always ask me to give you ample notice, so here tis. Almost all of my pay this month will be spent on gifts. Monday is Harry's birthday and I have to get him something, too.

Mr. Bellet's sister, Jessie, is leaving us today and is joining her husband in Buffalo, N.Y. Jessie is breaking in a new girl, a bleached blond, rather attractive girl whose name is Anna Katz.

I have nothing lined up for the weekend. Think I shall try to take it easy, for a change, and perhaps take in a movie. I haven't been to a movie since Oct. when I saw "Summer Storm" and think it's about time I broke the ice. I also have to fix all the new things Adele received, make hems, etc. so that they will fit her properly now.

Dot called this morning to inform me that Snuff was in for a short while last night, but had not time to call me to say good-bye. He is shipping out of Maryland Sat. morning for Louisiana. That's all he knows at the present time. He doesn't think he'll remain in Louisiana. Dot said, "Now I have nothing to look forward to on weekends".

No mail today, honey, so I'm cutting this short. You know that I love you so much, baby!

Your Eve

December 8, 1944

Dear Phil,

We got a little mail a few days ago & I had three letters in all. One from home, Sydney, & Mickey. Everyone seems to be fine. It looks as though we will be only getting our mail once a week while we are here, for the only way they can supply us is by boat. That holds our outgoing mail up that long also. It sure is a long time between mail calls, but that’s the way things go. I thought I was going to like this place, but I sure have changed my mind. It is the rainy season now, & it practically rains all day and night. Once in a while it almost drives you half crazy, especially at nights while you are on guard. Today started a new week, so I’m on day guard for the present time. I get a good night’s sleep now for a week, that is if nothing turns up. So far it has been pretty quiet, & I sure hope it stays that way. At the present time, I’m writing letters while on guard on the outpost. That’s a good way to pass by these lonely hours. I heard from Evelyn a few weeks ago, & I just finished writing her a letter. Well, I’ll have to close for now & in a hurry, for it is starting to rain again. Take good care of yourself & I’ll write you again as soon as I can.

Sincerely,

Milt

8 December, 1944

Dear Phil:

Thanks much for your letter old man. These have been hectic weeks for this fellow, hence my lateness in answering. it is getting close to leaving now and, the work is piling sky high. your wife no doubt has been thinking that she does not exist so far is i'm concerned. however, it really has been terrific keeping up with social obligations. i intend calling her this week and explaining to her the reasons for such disinterested actions. we know she will understand. it hasn’t been easy what with trying to get a larger place for Frances and the child. you know, i'm expecting another. that is, you know now. i haven’t informed too many persons about it, except those who can't help noticing it. expect the next one some time during the month of may. you see, i am a busy man. don't do anything for fun. i hope to get a chance to sing in church during the xmas holydays. i like singing with an organ, which lends toward beauty of a song. i ain’t too good now, so don't expect much when you do hear me, in the near future. really, one never fully realizes the beauty of strange things unless they make some attempt to touch them. it has brought many happy moments to this guy. i can see the picture of you now, the one with the violin in your hands. your facial expression then was one of complete satisfaction. that is how i feel when i have completed a song and knew it wasn’t too bad. when you return from the wars, i will have you attending church regularly. not because i want you to be religious, hell no. that is far from my mind and the manner in which i think. my religion doesn't lean toward any being practiced by great groups. the music in any church which offers good music might find me there. for anything else, no.

my deepest disappointment has been in not being able to attend some of the many concerts offered in the city, solely because the time didn’t allow it. perhaps some day, poor guys like myself, will have the occasion for full leisure. you too, you mug. don't allow the above comments mislead you; am totally ignorant of self pity.

although you are someplace in england, it might be not inconvenient for you to look up my brother in law. perchance, you may be close to him. his name is, capt. asher segal # 01695984 Disp. Depot, 0642 APO 316A. should you f'ind him around, i think he would be most gracious. very democratic sort of guy. how is your cuzzin or brother in law getting along, the one who has been hospitalized for some time. seems to me the air corps with all its power and glory would attempt getting you fellows home after 18 moths, which has occurred in the past with men in that branch of service. get to work on them, bub, they are reputed to be quite fair with their men, when they can be spared.

well guy, enough smoke for now. i'll be expecting to hear from you at any moment now. i'll keep you posted for i leave and after i get there. until then and with lotions of complaints, i remain your very busy boy,

Mike
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Post #524 - December 6, 7, 1944 There is an Awful Lot to Tell You about This “Estate Business” and On This, The Third Anniversary of That World-Shaking Day That So Changed Our Lives, I am Still Able to Look to the Future with the Greatest Confidence That All will be Well with Us

 

Dec. 6, 1944

Dearest Phil,

A jammed yesterday’s v-mail not realizing that l had so much to write. You know, Phil, there is an awful lot to tell you about this "estate business.” A will existed that was 20 years old – that started the court proceedings. Well, honey, people whom my folks & I had looked upon as “true friends" turned up in court to testify against them. The worst one of all was Abe Feinberg (son of the two old sisters on Rockland St., whom my mother bended all efforts on in getting him released from the Army). He worked hand & fist with my Uncle Morris to do my folks out of their share, and my folks had much aggravation & expense as a result. Someday I’ll tell you the complete story - and it sure is a story! I'm so glad things worked out to their benefit, in spite of the obstacles!

As & told you yesterday, I had given Sarah $8.00 to get Adele the robe and I sent along the picture of the advertisement, so that you might see what it looks like. It's a powder blue (background) with a flowered print of rose and a snowy white silk lining. I had her get me a size 6 and it is rather large. I'll have to make a large hem on the bottom and a large hem on the sleeves. It's a double breasted style with two buttons on either side.

I started to write the above at the office and I’m continuing at home. There was your letter of Nov. 12 waiting for me (I'd already had mail dated the 13th) and I'm sort of disappointed, for I expected e batch after waiting so long for some "decent" mail. That that all your nail isn't decent, honey, but I mean up-to-date. Do you realize that this one is over three weeks old !

It told me what I had know for weeks - that Eddie is back. Speaking of Eddie reminds me that we haven't heard from him for two weeks. He hasn't written once since he got back - only calls and the last call was made on Thanksgiving to my Aunt's house. I can't understand his reluctance to see us all, but I have a funny idea he may be in the booby hatch or sumpin', for he is insistent that we do not come to see him. It all seems very screwy to me and if we don't hear from him darn soon, I'm going to take the trip up to Valley Force in spite of all his requests, Gosh but I'm anxious to see him! It's been so long I hardly remember what he looks like. Sometimes I even feel that way about you.

When I mot back from work Goldie had washed the kitchen floor, and prepared a nice dinner. Boy, she sure did put me to shame, for it shows what a person can do if only they understand the circumstances and are willing. Goldie was what you'd call the helpless type, but she can certainly do alright if she wants to. I'm terribly glad that she didn't let me down altogether, and I feel a lot differently toward her for it. I'd been telling her just how disgusted I am with so much responsibility and perhaps the prep talk did some good - who knows. However, I'm not giving up my original idea of giving up this place for I feel it will be more advantageous to us in the future, but, naturally, I'm most anxious to know your feelings in the matter. I sure do hope some real mail will be forthcoming shortly.

I find Mr. Bellet very, very petty in too many respects. The more you get to know him, the less you like him. He's a real character and I'll have oodles and oodles to tell you about him and his business. I like the wholesale business and I'd like very much to be in it - on my own. I've learned a good deal of importance working there and some day I hope to use it to "our" advantage. I do know that I want to go into a business, but, first, I want a "fling" - and a rest period. Darling - I'm very much afraid that it is still very far off and I hold very little hope for an early end to the war in 1945. It's 16 months now and tomorrow will be three years we're at war. That's a long time, honey, and I pray the worse part of it is over -

You say in your letter that Adele's gift was ruined in the making. I said I wouldn't tell you what I thought it was till it got here, but I’ll tell you anyway. I'll bet it's something in the jewelry line - like that plexi-glass piece you sent me. I have yet to buy a chain for it and now I'm sort of hesitating, for too many people think it resembles a cross, and suggest I make a pin of it. I like it very much cause it's odd and shall get a chain for it in spite of it. I guess Adele's birthday gift will have to be a Xmas present, from the looks of things.

I'm very glad I bought those vitamin pills, for they help me immensely. In spite of the fullness of each day (and I'm kept busy every minute) I feel pretty good. I think I've put on a few pounds cause my face looks rounder, but I'd rather not know. If I didn't I'll be disappointed, so I'd rather not get weighed.

Miriam Brown is due to have her baby near Xmas, so I'll be having some news for you shortly. Most everyone thinks she'll have a boy.

And so I think I've come to the end of another letter. I have a few things to do before I can get to bed, and how I wish you were going up with me! I love you so much, Phil! It's the same old phrase, but it will always be new to me, honey.

Your Eve

Dec. 7, 1944

Dearest Phil,

I'm starting this at the office, as seems to be my custom, but I shall finish it at home. I'm at a little loss for what to say, but I shall just discuss this and that.

I don't think I told you that Betty's brother Abe, the one who was just released from the Army, met a girl just as soon as he got back and went overboard, but good. He hopes to get married early next year. Her name is Evelyn and she looks a bit like me. Her second name is the same as his. As he says, "She won't have to change her name for me". Abe is a nice looking fellow and Adele took to him, just as much as she takes to the rest of the family. The Feldman family, in general, have done more for Adele and me than any of our friends and relatives, alike, and it's due to their love for Adele. I sure am grateful to them for being so nice.

I don't think I've written, in detail, about Adele for some time, so here goes - She has been sleeping fairly well, and, usually, interrupts me only once. I pick her up out of her sleep before retiring myself and put her on the toddy seat, to be sure she doesn't wet the bed. Her appetite has fallen off and she doesn't eat nearly as well as she used to. She sings, "School days, school days, etc.” and will say anything asked of her. She has a nasty habit of hitting everyone that is most annoying, but I'm hoping that will disappear in the near future.

This morning my mother, Adele and I went shopping on Broad St. before I went to work. Fay informed me that Blauner’s has no winter weight underwear for kids and all the neighborhood stores seem to be in the same class. I hadn't tried one kiddie's store on Broad St. and went there today. I managed to get one set of underwear, the button-on style that I told you about when I bought Adele summer weight underwear, and it cost me $1.35 for a shirt and panties, size 6. I also bought Adele her first toothbrush, as it is time for her to start brushing her teeth. It's funny how the stores take advantage of you - one drugstore wanted 19¢ for the toothbrush, but I wouldn't take it cause it looked abused and went to another drugstore. The second store charged me 10¢ for the exact same brush. Boy, do they take you over! I'm not going to buy a single thing that isn't positively necessary. If I get a bargain - okay - but if not - I'll wait til you come home and we can go shopping together. As long as we have the money, we'll always be able to get what we want.

Upon arriving home, I found your letter of Nov. 15th. That part about the girl who propositioned you tickled me.. I sure do wish I could have seen your reactions! You’re a real cutie sometimes! And that English sailor that Ruth brought home had the nerve to say our boys are bothering their girls! Speaking of girls, how do you like the one enclosed? She sure is chunky. Sure do wish I looked like that!

Eddie called this evening and said (what I had been thinking) that he is more or less in the booby hatch. He said they are very overcrowded and that he definitely does not want us to come to see him. He has hopes of being home by Xmas and I certainly hope so. All he complains about is headaches, that seem to grip him from time to time. Which reminds me, I haven't told you anything about Ruth Shapiro, Eddie's girl. It seems he has case on her and she feels likewise. She's an attractive girl - an only daughter - and her mother makes all her clothes, She's a stunning dresser and is either 16 or 17 years old, She was at Adele's birthday party on Sunday (I think I told you about her then). She pals around with Ruth from time to time, and Ruth calls her "sister". Eddie called her several times by phone and sent her a telegram immediately upon his return to the States. She sent Eddie many packages and her folks like Eddie very much. Gee, but it seems funny to think that Eddie may marry someday soon! I always think of him as a kid, but he definitely is not that any longer.

Clara Wagman called and read me a letter she is sending off to you. I was rather surprised to hear that the CIO has taken over at S & D and I'm wondering, as you no doubt are, what effect it will have on the general organization.

I am dividing my time between ironing what few pieces I have and writing this letter. It's very late, honey, and I'm literally falling asleep on the typewriter. Adele loved brushing her teeth for the first time this evening. I'm just about writ out anyway, so I'll just tell you once more that I adore you, my darling, ever so much! Phil, I want so to take you in my arms -

Your Eve

7 December 1944

Darling Ev,

Pearl Harbor Day always brings to mind that day exactly three years ago, when, with hearts filled with apprehension, and faces blank with a mixture of emotions, we sat in the living room at 5447 Sansom St. and heard the startling, dramatic announcement of the japanese attack on Pearl Harbor over the radio. I think we both realized in that instant that it would only be a matter of time before I would be recalled to service. What thoughts - what images fleeted through our minds in those few moments!! Only you and I know what we each felt then, Baby. But I was just thinking - suppose we could have, on that day, known what was to transpire within the next few years, and suppose we knew that on the third anniversary of that day that I would have been overseas sixteen months, with perhaps almost as much more to serve before returning to you. Tell me, Chippie, what would you have felt then? I won’t presume to guess out loud, but I think you know that I have a pretty good idea as to that! Yet aside our being physically separated all this time, and with a great loneliness, actually what material harm have we suffered? None, absolutely none that I can think of. You will contend, I know that there are other kinds of harm than the purely material, and I agree; but are you very sure that those same deprivations of the spirit will not eventually bring compensations, both physically, and spiritually, in the many years we have still to be to together? I am almost sure that that will be the case. - So be of good cheer, my darling; however long fate chooses to keep us apart. Never forget that however faraway I am from you, you are always a part of me. I carry your sweet imagine with me in my heart - constantly; and very often, indeed, do I look in upon it and count myself fortunate for having you. It is this image, Ev, dearest, that has kept me faithful; that has kept me from seeking other, less worthy, means of dispelling the monotony of my days and nights; that has led me both in thought and deed, in the ways of righteousness. Believe me, Baby, when I say I have yet to commit the slightest deed that might be contrary to your concepts of good behavior.  You, or more truly, the thought of you, are solely responsible for my blameless conduct. You must, and should, feel very proud, my sweet, that you inspired a love that is sufficient unto itself. I, for my part, am deeply indebted to you for kindling in me a passion that allows of no digressions into waywardness. You must cherish this love that is between us, my darling, as the most precious possession you shall ever own, or even aspire to. For me, it is tantamount to a religion. I live by it - and for it.

Therefore, beloved Chippie, on this, the third anniversary of that world-shaking day that so changed our lives, I am still able to look to the future with the greatest confidence that all will be well with us. I consider our present separation as a period of purgatory in which, we will find, one day any weaknesses of character that we may have been heir to, have been dissolved in the searing yet cleansing fires of loneliness and heartache. Look to the future, my wife, for it is there that we will meet once again. Be not impatient of the present. Remember that it, too, has its purpose.

Finally, my Chippie, look to the welfare of our adored punkin. This is your greatest charge. Let nothing supercede it! May God keep you well, my darlings, for

Your Phil

524 So. 57th St.
W. Phila. Pa 

Thurs. Dec. 7-1944.

Dear Phil, 

By this time I suppose you have given up hope of hearing from me in answer to your letter. I called your Evelyn when I got your letter and she was pleased I told her I would write you and as time rolled by and I called Evelyn a couple of times and told her that I hadn’t written, she scolded me and told me I had better write to you. To tell you the truth I am not at home too often and when I do get home it is too late to sit down and write. To-nite I came home early especially to write letters. I just finished a letter to my cousin in New York and now I'll see just what I can do, or rather say, to fill up at least this sheet of paper.

I suppose there really isn't too much that I can tell you that you already don't know thru Evelyn. On several occasions I’ve been invited up to your house for dinner, but so far I haven’t been able to accept, but I will see what I can do in the near future. I told all the gang in S. & D. that I heard from you including Farren & Susemehl also Harry Adams.

We, in the Label Bureau, sent you a Christmas package and if you do get it you will let us know. I didn’t really know what to buy for you, but I did the best I could since yours was the first Xmas pkg. I ever got together to send across the ocean. We all hope that you can make use of everything

My brother came up on furlough from Georgia on Thanksgiving day with his wife. (he was married here in Philly on furlough May 6th and took his bride down South with him. They left yesterday morning (Wednesday,) as they must be back on Friday and since they motored up and back they had to allow three days each for traveling otherwise they could have a couple of extra days, but they took their time coming up and they will do likewise going back and let me tell your their car sure came in handy as there was a bunch of stuff they took back with them. Things they need for their apt. etc. Today is Pearl Harbor Day and I do hope before another Pearl Harbor Day that this mess is all over and all are returned safely to their homes.

It seems a long way off but when you return to the U.S., I certainly don’t think that S & D is the place for you so think it over, between now and then. Have you heard that the C.I.O. came into S & D, and they sure are putting up a stiff battle trying to get all to join up with them. There was a meeting last nite but I didn’t hear a thing as I didn’t sign up with them. Personally I don’t think they can do anymore for me that S & D already hasn't done. So I guess I'll leave well enough alone. Well Phil I see I am hitting bottom, so I'll close this letter with the kindest regards to you from me also your friends at the S & D Plant.

(Clara) 

I hope you will pardon all the errors as I didn’t and never do reread what I write. Good luck to you. Also I hope you don’t have too much difficulty in trying to read this awful writing.