Post #438 - August 17, 1944 You Say They Were to Play Some Works of “(My) Favorite Composer,” I Presume You Mean Tchaikovsky and A Letter from Harry Weinman

 

17 August 1944

Dearest Chippie,

Just finished a letter to Gloria, and now it's your turn. Last night, because there was no mail in the afternoon and I had nothing to write about, I decided to go to the dance. As per usual, the ubiquitous Klein was very much in evidence. He was in rare form, too, so I particularly enjoyed watching his dancing. I kept busy all day yesterday checking the Service records, reading up on the news, etc. Today, I completed the work on the Service Records, caught up on some more news, and generally put in a pretty full day. Tonight, I am CQ, which accounts for the fact that I had the time to get off Gloria's letter in addition to this one. Oh yes, received your letters of 4, 5 August this afternoon - and - I'm just about ready to answer them. Mike's letter to you including his invitation was enclosed. Hope you availed yourself of the invite, Baby. Sorry I haven't found the opportunity to answer him yet, but you can tell him he may expect a letter within the next few days.

Wish I could have been there to take you to the Dell to hear that concert your Mom and Dad enjoyed so much. I'm waiting for your letter of the 6th to tell me whether or not you were able to get to the Dell for that Horowitz-conducted program. You say they were to play some works of "(my) favorite composer". I presume you mean Tchaikovsky. That's one program I would have liked to hear, but I'll find some consolation in the knowledge that you heard it, darling - and I hope you did.

Sorry you have to give up the "soldier suit", Sweet, but don't cry, 'cause I'll buy you another one even nicer when I get home.

About Adele's birthday party that you were discussing with Mom, all I can say is - I hope I'll be there!

The buzz-bombs are plenty bad in London (Red, who just returned from there is telling me about it right now), but don't you worry your head, Baby, 'cause I have no intention whatever of going there. We are not bothered by them here.

The heat back there in Philly must be pretty fierce, but I'd trade it for the cool breezes of England in a minute if I could. I don't imagine it will stay hot much longer, though. September and the fall are only weeks away.

Those negligee sets you keep writing about (and teasing me with) must be as seductive as you no doubt hope, but as I've pointed out before, you looked ever so good to me no matter what your attire (or without any, for that matter). So I would say it's just another case of "gilding the lily.” However, if it pleases your girlish heart - why, get a half a dozen sets or so,

Your letter of the 5th was by way of being an anniversary letter. It marked a year since I last saw you. Fancy you remembering the picture we saw that last night! - And that other interesting?? item that I, myself, had completely forgotten. As for your "not doing me any good —" that's an out and out misconception on your part, Chippie. I don't remember the time you let me down in that respect.

By the way, today marks another anniversary for us. By "us", I mean the company. Today marks a full year we have been in the ETO. Tomorrow, the company is celebrating with a beer party. We are going to knock off work right after lunch, play some base-ball, volley-ball, etc. and drink beer in the evening. If the weather permits, it will be held out-doors in the company area. Tell you all about it tomorrow, Sweet.

Sold another $150.00 worth of bonds today to boost our total up to about 82% of quota. I'm waiting to see how you made out. I hope you at least sent off the money order I asked for. The base has already far exceeded its quota, which would make it look very bad, indeed, for our company if we couldn't even fill our share. Glad to learn that you are steadily increasing our holdings of war bonds, Sweet. That's a pretty hefty amount you quoted in this letter,

Sorry I must sign off now, honey, but it's getting very late, and I must get up at 4 o'clock to wake the cooks (can you picture it?). Here's a big hug and kiss for you, my lovely. Tell the punkin I'm just dying to hold her, and kiss her for me, (You never did tell me what it felt like - remember?) See if you can remember this time. Good-night, my darling. My love to all.

Devotedly,
Your Phil

August 17, 1944

Dear Phil:

I was sure glad to hear from you again. It was quite some time before I received your letter. I was sent to a rehabilitation camp from the hospital. I am here one month today. I will be here a few weeks more. I am about a 3-hour train ride from your place. I will hop over to see you the first 24-hour pass I can get from here. So try and give me a little more information how I can reach you. Does the Red Cross know where you are located if I asked them in case there is one in Colchester. I am feeling O.K. I hear from home occasionally. How are things with you? That’s about all the dope I have right now. Take it easy. Write.

Harry

Post #437 - August 15, 16, 1944 The News of the “Second Invasion” Came Over the Radio Today and Ace was Killed in the Normandy Battle

 

15 August 1944

Sweetheart,

After three mail-less days, your letters of 1, 2, 3 August arrived this afternoon. They proved a very welcome climax to a most satisfying day. My work is keeping me increasingly busy, the weather remains ideal, and the news from the war fronts gets more encouraging hourly. In that connection, I want to tell you about a surprisingly good guess I made. Lt. Toms and I were discussing the fighting on the various fronts. I hazarded the opinion that a landing on the French Riviera seemed a logical move. Sure enough, the news of the "Second Invasion" came over the radio today. Moreover, the landings were just where I thought they would be. So you see, Chippie, I'm not wrong all the time. I can't think of another single thing to tell you about myself, so I'll get on with the business of answering your letters,

Forgot to say that your letter of 31 July was enclosed with yours of the 1 August. That's the one the punkin tore the top off. You tell about Ruth coming home from the shore and bringing a big doll for Adele. It seems every time I get ready to send the punkin a doll through our Px, someone has beat me to it. Ordinarily, I wouldn't let this deter me, but the one I could send just wouldn't stand comparison with the big, beautiful dolls she already has, and I hate to think that my doll would be overlooked on that account. However, if you think she could appreciate the fact that it was her daddy's gift, I'll be delighted to send her one. There are three types to choose from. Two are the "pretty" types, and the third a rag doll, which I myself would choose to send her. Tell me what to do, Sweet, as I'm rather at a loss in the matter.

Hope you have a nice, restful time of it on your vacation, Sweet, and I'm wishing I could go along with you and Adele. Guess you'll be making preparations when you receive this. I know it's a selfish viewpoint, but I rather wish that you would spend the week at home rather than at the shore. You see, darling, I had rather counted on being around to give my daughter her first taste of the ocean. I've dreamed a little day-dream about it and naturally hate to be deprived of the privilege. But as I say, it's a purely selfish thought, and I wouldn't want it to influence you, If you do decide to go, I would like you to try to look up Jeanette. You'll probably find them in the phone book listed as Mr. Herman Asin. Their son must be quite a big boy by now and should be a fitting play-mate for the punkin. If you do contact them, give them my best.

Glad that Mom finally received my letter, but I don't remember saying anything that should have moved her to tears. Tell her she'll hear from me when I reply to her next letter, so if she wants a letter she'd better write.

Your letter of the 1st reminds me that it was just a year that since that " sunny Sunday morn I met you at the Logan station with Adele. I remember the circumstances, alright, but your memory for dates continues to astound me. Then you go on to talk about the PTC strike, and the difficulties you are encountering because of it. I've already given you my reaction to the regrettable news, so I won't enlarge on it here. Suffice it to say that it burns me up (but plenty!).

According to the funny-papers, the news that you require a "complete new wardrobe" should make me mad. Guess I'm a freak, 'cause I'm just tickled with the prospect of shopping with you for oodles and oodles of dresses and all the accompanying accoutrements, I'm counting on you, Baby, to save the bulk of your buying until that time.

Your information to the effect that Adele calls everyone by his first name makes me wonder if she knows her dad's name, "Da-dee Phil" on her lips would sound mighty sweet to me,

Your closing paragraph about "starting our lives anew. etc. is so intriguing. makes me wonder if she knows her dad's name, "Da-dee Phil" on her lips would sound mighty sweet to me,

Your closing paragraph about "starting our lives anew, etc.," is so intriguing, that I get all "goose-pimply just reflecting on the picture you draw. If you have an idea that you'll be shy all over again because you've become accustomed to "girls" (as you so quaintly put it, imagine how I'll react having had "boys" as my constant companions these many months. However, I don't really anticipate any real embarrassment for either of us on that score. It may interest you to know that I've definitely made up my mind to come home late at night in order to avoid any chance of embarrassing ourselves and everyone else by a sudden withdrawal to the bed-room. If you're surprised that I think along these lines, Sweet, allow me to inform you that it is just thoughts as these that keep me going. I think I'd trade my chances of heaven to have this particular dream come true. So, if one fine day you receive a letter from me requesting a key to 4906, you'll know the reason therefor. Said request will be a tip-off to you that my home-coming is imminent. God, make it soon!

In your letter of the 3rd, you remembered to tell me that you were wearing your "green-print dress” and ask if I remember it. Darling, I do better than that - I remember how you "felt" in it! I remember it because the feel of you under the silk of that particular dress was so tantalizingly delicious. It brings to mind, too, the pictures that Jack made of you in that lovely outfit. I remember that your big white straw hat set it all off beautifully. I remember all over again how much I loved my "Chippie" then, and how utterly I adore her now. God bless you, darling. My love to the lassie - and all.

Always, Your Phil

Aug. 16, 1944

Dearest Phil,

Just a few minutes left to get in a few words to make up a letter. I didn't write yesterday, as I was over-exhausted by late evening and hit the hay early. It was impossible to sleep. I'll bet our room reached a temperature of 97 or so.

I received your July bond on Monday and another v-mail from Milt Brown, a more gruesome one. Today I received your letter of Aug. 9. Whaddaya mean you wish I limited my speech to only seven words! Wouldn't you rather hear me than be in England? Or would you?

I have some good news and some bad. Ace was killed in the Normandy battle. Harry was out to West Philly yesterday, so that's how we know.

The good news is that Anne Nerenberg is pregnant again, being in her second month. We had a letter from Glo this morning and she hopes to be in Philly soon. Mom, Goldie and I got her several things for her birthday, which is Aug. 26th. (I think I told you about it in a previous letter).

I brought a new toy home for Adele. It's called Wobbly Duck and consists of an inclined piece of card board and a little duck that wobbles down the board. Cost 50¢.

I gave Snuffy $3 in cash, cause I couldn't think of what to buy him.

Back home, so l'm finishing this outside. I'm sending v-mails to Milt & Syd this evening and I think it's time you wrote to them too.

Syd’s address:

33,050,355

1060th Sig. Co. Ser.

323rd Ser. Center

APO 520, C/O P.M.

New York, NY

Milt’s address is on the v-mail I enclosed in yesterday’s (Mon.) letter.

We’re having continual temperatures of 95 and over and it's really terrific, honey. My legs have been aching terribly (perhaps it's cause I'm “due” again this weekend) and the heat does have a lot to do with it. I noticed that Goldie feels better in cooler weather, so l think the heat is mostly responsible for her ill feelings. She's okay and so is little Diana, who is getting cuter day by day. She does not have a tendency toward chubbiness as Adele did. 

I, too, hope the necessity of letters between us will cease shortly. It's time - after almost 2-1/2 yrs.—don't you think?

To say I love you at this moment is a gross understatement. Why baby, I’m just crazy about you! Wasn’t I always?

Your Eve

P.S. Adele, bless her little heart, is as smart as a whip—I just wish you could see her perform—I think see her would be sufficient! Mom went out to Pauline’s today as she is having a sendoff party for the newlyweds. Cookie is going back to Missouri with Mort.

Post #436 - August 13, 1944 Milt Brown has Killed Two Japs. He’s Really Having a Tough Time of It! and A “Club-Sandwich” is Unknown Over Here

 

Aug. 13, 1944 

My sweet,

I skipped writing last night, due mostly to the extremely warm weather we are having again. Phil, if you remember, I never really perspired so much that I was wet. Well, this year I perspire as freely as you do - and then some - so that ought to give you an idea of how hot it is. This has really been a mean summer.

Mom went to Cookie & Morty's wedding last night and had a very nice time. Bob and Lena picked her up. Emma stopped here and brought Diana a pair of overalls and a jersey and a little yellow chenille dolly with red hair for Adele. It's a little doll and just the right size for Adele. However, most of the red hair is missing today.

I worked for Miss Hahn for four hours yesterday and brought home 80 postcards to type up at home, which has been keeping me very busy, plus washing, cleaning, etc.

I received the enclosed card from Jack N. (on second thought I'm not going to enclose it). It just says that he will be here to see us next weekend, as he is in New York on furlough. However, I will enclose the letter I received from Milt. He, by the way, has killed two Japs. He's really having a tough time of it!

I started this earlier this afternoon. Now it is almost nine. Tante Bosh and Uncle Nish are here. I taught Adele how to say their names, that she might greet them and she did it with flying colors.

They, of course, send their best.

I had a call from Mike Nerenberg last night to inform me that he was unable to visit this Sunday, as his sister had a little boy and they had to go there instead. He'll try to make it next a Sunday. His daughter's name is Norma Valerie. Do you know, honey, that he went into the service the very day we were married - March 20, 1941. He'll be in the service 4 years, come March again.

It's still so hot you could die from the heat. Adele runs me ragged. I got so warm yesterday that I got into the tub with her and we showered each other with the shower spray. It isn't much fun, though, cause the tub isn't large enough to allow for moving around. (Bet you wish you could join us, huh!)?

I’m going to report into work at least an hour earlier each day for the next two weeks, as the bookkeeper is on a two weeks vacation and I'll try to keep his work from piling up too high. For instance, he taught me how to make the deposits (their way) and do several things that must be done daily while he is away. I wonder if Mr. B. realizes how lucky he is to get a gal like me to fill in?

Nothing else of much importance, except, Dot and Snuff are coming up for dinner tomorrow night (Mickey Wyman also) and I just hope I'll be able to squeeze a letter in during the course of the evening.

I love you, baby, so very much that it hurts and hurts and hurts, I certainly hope you are right when you say "Phooie on ’45". How I hope you are right!! Good night, sweetheart, I am and always will be

Your Eve

13 August 1944

Dearest Darling,

Last night I went into town again. It had been two weeks since I saw the Woolfs, and it was such a lovely evening that I just hated to spend it indoors, I went more for the ride than anything else. The work in the Orderly Room is still pretty heavy, and I don't get a chance to write during the day when that is the case. Anyway, I went into town with Cunningham, Burdine, Baker, had three beers with them, and then hopped a cab to the Woolfs' place. They are all fine, and asked after you and the punkin. Incidentally, they are distantly related to Shirley's husband, Max Reese. He is over in England - has been some time now - and Rita spent some time with him. There was a gang at the house, and I couldn't get many of the particulars, but if you compare notes with Shirley, I think you will find that it is a small world after all. Evelyn is almost back to normal again and Nigel is coming along very nicely. He weighs all of 10-1/2 lbs., and is a very quiet, good-looking kid. They put out tomato-herring, lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise for a late supper. Of course, I proceeded to make a sandwich out of the ingredients at hand. They were all greatly amused by the fuss and bother I took. It had never struck me until that moment that a “club-sandwich" is unknown over here, Klein and another G.I. (I think I've mentioned Willie Rosenzweig before) were there. At 10:30, Bert, Evelyn and the baby, Klein, Willie, and Rita, all took off for Mersea, where Bert has his boat. They were to spend the night there, and go swimming the next day (today). I couldn't go along because I had no 24-hour pass as had Klein and Willie, so I made my way back to the lot where our trucks were parked, and was soon on my way back to camp. And that was that. Today was a very busy day for me. I wasn't idle a moment. There is still much to be done. There was no mail either yesterday or today, and I'm hoping that something comes thru tomorrow.

Well, honey, there isn't much more to say for the moment, The news grows better and better and it looks very much like it will soon be all over. Just be patient a while longer, baby, and one fine day all will once again be as it once was, which was pretty nearly perfect. My dreams these days are all of you. I love you more than ever, Chippie, and the mere thought of holding you close is enough to take my breath. My dearest love to the lassie, Mom, and all the folks. I'll try to make it a longer letter tomorrow, Sweet. Until then, I am

Your adoring
Phil 

P.S. Oh yes, I hope you like the insignia. Almost forgot to enclose it - can you imagine?

Post #435 - August 11, 1944 It’s Plainly Evident that He’s Been Through Hell and I Distinctly Remember that Mom Herself Had No Idea When Her Birthday Is

 

Aug. 11, 1944

My sweet,

I didn't write last night, simply 'cause I was in a rather depressed mood and thought it better to skip that day. Besides I hadn't had mail from you for some three days, but this morning I received your very long typewritten letter of Aug. 6, and enjoyed it immensely.

Before I start, I want to talk about the enclosed snaps which Petey gave me last night. The two of Adele in sunsuit and brown shoes were made first, those in her yellow ruffled pinafore a few days later, and those two with Petey and Michael (the little boy down the corner) last week. The last two illustrate what went on here on that "scorching” day I spoke of last week. In the background of those two is the swim pool I told you about and in one picture you can see a little boy and his sister. Those two kids are Joel and Debby, of whom Adele is very fond. She rides Debby's bicycle frequently and plays with her dolls and doll carriage. I hope the fact that Petey is holding her won't work any hardship on the green-eyed monster, if'n you know what I mean. I'm not particularly fond of any of the snaps, excepting the one where she is ensconced in the beach chair and the one where she is standing in the driveway holding her pinafore with both hands, while she smiles her very cute smile. I think you will note that her legs appear straighter in these. She has a lot of weight in her legs. Which reminds me, honey, I did make an appointment with Dr. Lefkoe for Aug. 18th to have her feet and legs examined. He charges $5 per visit, which isn't too bad, 'cause I was informed he charged $10. I called the Red Cross first, but they weren't of any help at all.

I hope you feel better, now that I've made this step. I do. At least we'll know something definite, one way or the other. I'll visit the dentist when it is cooler. I think every 6 months sufficient. 

I'm glad you had an opportunity to relax, sweet, and incidentally, you did not enclose the program you mentioned. I thought the "Errol Flynn" joke "cute" too.

I'm sorry if I give you the impression that I do not have faith in you where it concerns my becoming pregnant again. I just want you to keep reassuring me, especially once we're together. Thanks so much, baby, for the reassurance - I can't tell you how much I appreciate your understanding in this matter. I trust you in everything - it's just me.

I wish very much that you could "See" Adele take her own food - I can't tell you how much!

I shall send off the pyrex bottles as you suggest, if it will make you happy.

We also had mail from Ed as of July 25, but we haven't had any since. I can't help worrying about the kid, much as I try not to. It keeps creeping into my head and I find myself thinking about him more than is good for me. After all, France is no picnic ground and after hearing some of the stories Betty's brother has to tell - well - Phil, it is plainly evident that he's been through hell. He came home today on a three day pass. He's a good-looking fellow, on the small side. He's still in a daze, can't believe that he's home and that the worse is over. He said that one of the fellows died on the train on the way home from a heart attack, which developed from too much excitement about returning home. He wasn't sick at all. Imagine!

You mention at the end of your letter that you are putting on weight, to which I can say - No. No. A Thousand Times No. Phil, I don't mind anything you do, but I dislike intensely when you write that you are gaining weight. I prefer you on the thinner side and always did, if’n you don't mind. Besides, if you're stout when you get home and then lose a lot of weight you'll be sans clothes. Try to keep your weight down, won't you please, sweet?

Don't worry, honey, I don't make issues of anything, much less Mom's coming home at Harry's request. I have on a very few occasions, much to my dislike, but they weren't that serious. Some day we'll talk about everything - some day when we can do something about it.

Thanks so much for sitting up so late to type the letter, my dearest, for I know what it is for you to miss your sleep.

It is very warm again today and consequently I'm rather tired. I'm going to Miss Hahn's tomorrow morning to help her out of her present dilemma. I don't intend to be there more than four hours. She also has a bit of work for me to do at home.

Yesterday morning and this morning I managed to wash all the floors and get most of the housework finished, so that I could give her this Sat. We can't get another girl, so we're making the best of the situation. I've even managed to knit a little on that white sweater I started for Adele in the Spring. I have the back finished and I'm up to the armholes on the front. I think I'm going to make a sailor collar on the sweater and trim it up with dark blue wool. I wrote to Ed yesterday.

I brought Diana Jean a nice rattle that we have at our place today.

Mom, as I told you, is going to Cookie's wedding tomorrow night. I'm going to set her hair as soon as I'm finished typing this, so that she'll look pretty.

Mickey Wyman is going to Maine (and not Canada) for her vacation. I know, 'cause she called and asked to borrow my suitcase. Naturally, I'm lending it to her.

I hope that you're right and the ouija board wrong, for I don't think I could curb my impatience way into ’45. I love you so much, my angel, and right now I'm very sleepily

Your Eve

11 Aug/44

Sweetheart,

Last night I went into town on the Officers' Liberty Run. Oxborrow, one of our gang, was driving and asked me to go along and keep him company. I had seen the picture playing at the "Thunderbolt" and was in the mood for a movie, so I decided to go along. We saw "The Way Ahead", a British-made film starring David Niven, which was as good, or better than some of our better American productions. It was over two hours long, yet it did not "drag” at any time. It was a very human, very exciting and inspiring story of a group of Englishmen conscripted into the British Army, their training, adventures, travels, and eventual destiny. It was a most enthralling film, and I urge you to see it if ever you get the opportunity, Chippie, That, incidentally is why I didn't write last night again. I'm hoping, Sweet, that you hold no brief with me for it. I am still pretty busy in the Orderly Room, but Sgt. Danner has helped considerably, and everything is under control. You might be interested to hear that the Company has, to date, subscribed 73% of its war bond quota. I'm ashamed to say though, that that figure is the lowest of any on the station. I expect we will fill our quota O.K. next pay day, but I don't think we'll attain anywhere near the figure some of the other units are rolling up. The leading outfit is an M.P. company with a total of 235%, and that's going some! Hope that money order I asked for gets here in time to boost our own average a little! You must know by now, Sweet, that one of your oft-expressed wishes has come true. Jack N. is in love - and how! I received his letter advising me of the fact yesterday. It is a thing of lyrical beauty. He really exceeds himself in his descriptions of his emotions and feelings. If he isn't in love he certainly gives a damned good imitation of it! I haven't answered him yet because I was busy all day on the pay-roll, but I will at the very first opportunity. Your V-mail of the 27th July arrived by the same post. It answered some of the questions I had put in previous letters, and advised me that Eddie had seen action and had come through O.K. Thank God for that! I'm still waiting to hear from him. If nothing comes thru within the next couple of days, I'll try to find the time to write to him again. Can't understand why I don't hear from Harry W. either. Today brought me two more of your precious letters, precious, but they were pretty old ones. They are dated 14 and 16 July. I can't understand it, because I received one dated 30 July day before yesterday. So - I know what's happening back home, all right, but I don't know which events follow who - or what! They are both "newsy” letters, and I enjoyed reading them, especially that part about Petey taking Adele's picture in her yellow pinafore that you seem to think so much of. Your revelation that "yesterday” (July 15) was Mom's birthday was a great surprise to me because I distinctly remember that Mom herself had no idea when her birthday is. At least, I could never worm it out of her. However, if that's her story, I'll abide by it and conduct myself accordingly in future. It certainly was good of Betty to give you those window shades. Tell her thanks for me, too. By the way, darling, thanks for letting me know Gloria's birthday, too. I think I'll have time to drop her a few lines of congratulation, and I intend to. She has been most considerate and kind to me, and I'd hate to have her think I forgot her birthday.

Baby, the weather these past few days has been absolutely beautiful, and don't let anybody tell you that England is a land of rain and fog. It isn't. No more so than Philly, anyhow, and we have still to be inconvenienced by the heat. The only difference that I can see between the two climates, outside of that, is that the weather changes more abruptly and more frequently over here. In the winter, it doesn't get quite as cold either, although I'll admit that it is a damp and disagreeable cold. But enough for the vagaries of the English weather.

After a full day working on the pay-roll, I took in the first show at the theatre with Klein. The picture was an oldie that I thought I had seen, but hadn't. It was "Lovely to Look At", with Sonja Henie, Tyrone Power, Joan Davis and lesser lights. Sonja's skating, if you remember, Sweet, has always been my idea of wonderful entertainment. After seeing this, I can only say that I stil(l) (who's a copy-cat?) - feel that way. Ty Power is just a little too "pretty-boyish" to suit my stomach, but gives a capable performance nevertheless, Joan Davis is very good in a few novelty numbers. After the show, we stopped at the Snack Bar for sandwiches and cokes and cakes. Then I hied myself to the Orderly Room where I commenced this. And now I am just about ready to go to bed, so I'll leave you for the nonce, my dearest darling, with a fond "hasta manana", a bit of the old cheerio, and a good old American-style hug and kiss, The same for my precious punkin. My love to all. Just call me

Your lover,
Phil

Post #434 - August 9, 1944 You’d be Surprised at How Few People Buy Bonds and The News from the Battle Fronts Grows Better Daily

 

Aug. 9, 1944

Sweetness,

Enclosed is two money orders that total $150, for which you are to buy "us" a $100 bond (need I write out the necessities) (I'm sure you'll know how) and a $100 bond for my mother as follows:

Mrs. Anna Paller 

4920 N. 8th St. 

Phila., Pa.

The postoffice soaked me exactly 7¢ and I thought that a lot. I had preferred to get a check, but the bank advised me to send a money-order, if it was to go overseas. The bank even charges for writing out checks these days!

I hope the money reaches you in good time, honey, and that your drive will be a success. I'm not going to sell any other bonds, cause I don't find people too receptive (unless they can show off) and I'm not able to spare the time needed. You'd be surprised at how few people buy bonds, except when there is a prize or sumpin'!

Very little in the way of news. Betty and her mother went to Ft. Dix today to see her brother, who is at a hospital there. It will be the first time that they have seen him in 26 months! Gosh, but they're happy!

I wore my red and white silk print with the jacket (remember that one - everyone kinda likes it) to work today as the weather is just right - not too warm and not too cool.

I’m dashing this off before eating dinner and since I'm starved, I shall now call it quits.

I repeat, once more, that I love you, sweet, and that I'd like nothing better than to eat you for dinner.

Lovingly,

Your Eve

9 Aug 1944 

Dearest, 

Seems we're both getting a bit lax in the matter of our correspondence. In this past week I have only written twice. Believe me, dear, I feel as badly about it as you must. Truth is, I've been uncommonly busy in the Orderly Room during the day, and in the evening there is always something doing that I hate to pass up.

Last night, I was just plain weary, and laid down to take a nap before writing to you. I hit the sack about 7, meaning to sleep ’til 9, but the next thing I knew, it was 11:10, and Overman was shaking me awake. Night before that (Monday) there was a base-ball game, the base team playing the All-stars. After the game, I went with Sgt. Danner to see "The Uninvited" at the "Thunderbolt." It was an eerie thriller—a good one—and I enjoyed it very much. I don't recommend it for you, though, Sweet. It's much too “scary" for you. Afterwards, Napoleon, who sleeps in the bunk next to mine, and I talked far into the night about ghosts, spiritual phenomena, etc., etc. Today I was busy and I managed to get my work done in the morning, so that I could attend the matinee showing of "Four Jills in a Jeep". You should see this one, Chippie, if only to get an idea of what a Nissen Hut looks like, and the general appearance of an air base. The ones you see in the picture are pretty typical. Otherwise, there isn’t much to recommend it, although it is pretty fair entertainment. This evening is “dance night,” and I usually attend, but I figured it was high time I got a letter off to you, so I passed up the dance in favor of a shave, shower and—this. Your letter of 30 July arrived this afternoon, and you confess that it is the first one you wrote “since Friday." Seems as though you're having trouble writing daily, too, eh, Chippie? I'm not angry (I really can't afford to be!) because I know you are doing the best you can and am confident that you will continue to do so. Did I tell you I finally received Mike's letter? I got it a coupla days ago, but have not had the opportunity to answer him as yet. There was also another letter from Mickey Brown, asking me to meet him in Birmingham. That is out of the question. I did manage to get letter to Dot late one afternoon—I think it was day before yesterday. Your letter contained that snap of Barbara and Phyllis, and you can thank Lena for me, if you will, Sweet. You know, you never did send me their new address, I've wanted to write to them on a number of occasions, but never had the address. I think the kids look adorable, but I still think my gal "Bub" is the prettiest of the two. Her resemblance to Bob in this picture is striking, but (and you might tell him I said this) on her it looks good. Phyllis is a cute kid, too, I'll admit gladly, but I just can't make out whom she resembles. By the way, was the snap made at Mt. Holly? On second look, the place isn't familiar, although I suspect it's in Jersey someplace. You might tell Bob and Lena I'd appreciate it if they'd write. There must be a lot of news they could tell me - if they would. I'd certainly enjoy hearing from them, and, just as certainly, I'd answer their letters promptly. In any case, Sweet, be sure to call them and tell them that it was good to see the kids again, and that I appreciate the gift of the snapshot. My impression is that they look much better than when I saw them last. My best love to all the Leibermans. Which reminds me that Richie never did get in touch with me, as he promised to do when he got to England.

Your letter today, Sweet, informed me, among other things, that the punkin is now speaking seven words at a time. (I can remember wishing on occasion that your own conversational capabilities were limited to something like that—OUCH!—I was only kiddin’, honey, honest!).

What's this "ensemble set" that you mention ordering from Goldie's folks? Anything I'd be interested in?

Well, Baby mine, as I draw close to the end of another letter, I can’t help wondering how many more I will be writing before the need for letters between us ceases to be. The news from the battle fronts grows better daily, and the papers are glowingly optimistic (sometimes in spite of the themselves). Anyhow, my thoughts are almost constantly on the indescribably longed-for event of coming home. I picture the circumstances in the minutest detail. For instance, your mention of the “ensemble set" was almost enough to make me quiver in anticipation. It made me wonder if I wouldn’t pass completely out at the feel of you in silken things again—after so long a time—(wouldn't that be somethin’?!)

And now, it's time to say good-night once again, my lovely. It'll be 11 o'clock soon, but don’t think for a moment that that's the only time I'm “with” you, darling. I adore you Ev—nothing less! A kiss and a hug for our baby, my beloved punkin, Adele. My love to all

Your own
Phil

Post #433 - August 7, 8, 1944 There is a Soldier in Full Battle Dress on Guard in Every Single Bus, Subway, El, Trolley and What Have You and It Gives Me the Creeps and A V-Mail from Dot Cohen

 

Aug. 8, 1944 

My Sweet,

Although I had time to write last night, I was definitely not in the mood and decided to skip the one day. Yesterday was a good one, but definitely, for I received three letters from you, sweet, those of 28, 29 and 30 July, the last being your very cute poem, and a letter from Jack N. which I am enclosing. Somehow, and I don't think I have to tell you why, I’m terribly disgusted with Jack. I'm very free-minded, but I can't see his going with anyone but a Jew! Every time I think of his mother - well - - - I'm so disgusted that I think I'm going to write and tell him what I think. He never listened to anyone in that respect anyway, so I might just as well be truthful about it. If I have time I'll write, if not, well, that's that.

Today your letter of Aug. 1 arrived, advising me of the bond drive. It was too late for me to get any money off today, but I shall attempt to get it off tomorrow. I think my Mom is good for a $100 bond and it won't hurt for us to add a $100 bond to our collection. I think H. & G. might also buy one. I only hope the money will reach you in good time. Lots of Luck, sweet!

All your letters were mighty sweet, baby, and I've read and reread them many times since I received them. I'm glad I set you straight on the G.I. Bill of Rights, and that you enjoyed "Going My Way". Your letters, for the most part, dealt with what we would do when you get back and I'm a most interested listener. Yes, I guess we would rather have a secluded cabin, instead of indulging in sports at a camp. I think you'll find me most receptive to any ideas you may have.

Mr. Chase was here for a short while yesterday morning, stopping here only long enough to say hello before leaving for home. He was at Browns Mills for a few weeks. He sends his best, as usual.

Diana's crib and chest arrived today and it's quite attractive. I imagined it would be a lot nicer than it really is, but I guess I was expecting too much. It's a dead white, with several little figures on it and it's plain. Considering what they paid for it, it isn't bad at all. Diana is very happy in her new crib, cause she didn't have sufficient room to move about in her pee-wee crib. She's a very active lassie, considering what Adele was like. Her hair is coming back dark, but I still think it will change. I may be wrong, cause she is very dark complected and it may be that she'll be a brunette after all.

I called Dot to see if she would be in be interested in buying a bond, and learned that Snuff is definitely leaving Aug. 18. When I was out at Dot’s we asked the ouija board about it and the ouija board said Aug. 17. Do you know, Sweet, that three of the questions we asked the ouija board were correct? I pray to God it is not right about your homecoming, which it said would be Nov. 14, 1945.

I told you we had a scorcher of a day on Sat. Well, Sweet, yesterday and today we nearly froze and it was a sheer pleasure. The papers said a freak storm passed Philly, and it dropped the temperature from 97 to 77. It's getting a bit warmer this evening and undoubtedly we'll be roasting soon again.

I forgot to mention that I called both Dot and Mike yesterday. Dot had promised to come up this weekend, but now that is all off til a more appropriate time. Mike works from 6 to 6 and has to get up at 5. He doesn't get home til after 7 in the evening, so he hasn't much time for anything. I suggested that it would be better if they could come here and it might be that they'll be out to see us this coming weekend, providing Mike doesn't have to work. They have a small 3 room apartment and I think I would inconvenience them too much if I took Adele out. At any rate I'm sure we'll get together in the near future.

When I finished talking to both Dot and Mike it was rather late and I had lost all taste for letter writing. I hope you won't mind too much, honey.

I was very busy at work yesterday and today and the time flies unnoticeably. Gosh, tomorrow is Wed, and the week will soon be over! If only I could look forward to your homecoming! Phil, dear, I love you so much!

Oh yes, Mom is going to a wedding on Sat. Morty finally got his furlough and will be home tomorrow. To make a long story short, Cookie and Morty will be married on Sat., formal wedding, reception and all.

Our daughter, I am sorry to report, is very cute, but very, very naughty. Phil, she is getting out of hand terribly - she does not hear (that is she doesn't want to) and she loves to be spiteful. Tonight both points landed her a licking. Immediately after she was a perfect little angel. Kids is the craziest people! For instance, when I take her to Fay's house where Mark crawls all over, Adele will purposely step on his hand and make him cry. What's more she handles everything in sight and will not listen to me when I tell her please not to touch. Nine times out of ten she won't listen til I smack her hand or "too see". I guess it's just one of the stages they go through, but I'll be mighty happy when this one is over. Otherwise she is good and I can't complain what it comes to eating and sleeping. I'd better shut my big mouth before some thing happens. Every time I say she's good she decides to be bad, so there I am. We'll just compromise and say her behavior is fair - okay?

I have a few other things to do before I can hit the hay, so I guess I shall call it a day.

Oh yes, there is a soldier in full battle dress on guard in every single bus, subway, el, trolley and what have you and it gives me the creeps every time I look at one of them. They are even stationed in the subway and el stations! The strike ended two days ago, but they will remain for a few days, just in case anyone has any bright ideas. What a city - phooie!

Time to go now, baby, much as I hate to, but all good things must come to an end (it's time some of the bad ones did) so I'll sign off with a big hug, a long kiss and a sigh

Your Eve

P.S. I thought your poem of July 30 clever and it did very nicely in place of a letter. You certainly are full of bright ideas! I adore you, honey!

August 7, 1944

Dear Phil,

Here I am again. I’m still waiting for a letter from you, but I understand you must be busy.

Snuff got his notice today. He leaves Aug. 18th. He doesn’t know what branch he will get, as they don’t tell you until you leave.

I spoke to Evie last night and I promised her I would stop out this weekend, but now I’ll wait until he leaves.

The P.T.C. strike was settled finally. They have soldiers riding on all trolleys and buses with full packs, loaded guns, and steel helmets. They really look like they mean business.

You’ll have to excuse the short letter this time, but I just wanted you to know about Snuff.

Affectionately yours,

Dot

Post #432 - August 6, 1944 I’m Getting Optimistic About Seeing You Soon and Boy, What I Wouldn’t Give to Get Back to the Broadwood and a Few Nights of Hand-Ball and Swimming Each Week!

 

August 6, 1944 

Dearest Mine, 

Today the weather was somewhat cooler and a welcome relief from yesterday's intense heat. Fay had a pleasant surprise, when, this morning she opened the front door in answer to consistent knocking to find—her hubby. He got a 3 day pass. Was she excited!!

Petey made two more snaps of Adele and is now having the roll printed. They should be ready any day now. 

Adele is very neat and clean as concerns her eating, especially by herself. She wipes her mouth with a napkin as soon as she feels it is dirty. I let her eat solid foods alone, but do not give her such things as soup to eat alone. 

My dad is painting the porch at 4920 and you positively will not recognize it when you see it. I didn't seem to be able to get to sleep last night. Thoughts of you and “us”, our love and sweet memories floated by in review in my mind. I'm getting optimistic about seeing you soon (don't ask me why) and hope that it will be so. I love you sweet. 

Your Eve

P.S. PTC strike has ended.

6 August 1944

Dearest Ev,

This is my first letter since 1 August. That means, Baby, that I have missed writing four days in a row. I think I explained in my last letter, Sweet, that I expected to be very busy all this week. But I had no real idea myself, at the time, how busy I would be. The fact is, I've been rushed to death ever since the 2nd. Seems as though all the work ganged up on me. Fortunately, I got a very lucky break. Two new men were assigned to the Company, and one (S/Sgt. Danner) has assisted me in getting out from under the mass of work. As it was, we managed to clean it up in three days. If it weren't for the unexpected help, I'd still be fussing around with war bond forms, allotments, soldiers' deposits, etc. Well, Chippie, on the 2nd and 3rd we worked steadily. I myself worked well into the evening on both those dates, and just couldn't find the time to write. On the 4th, I figured we were both entitled to some rest and relaxation, so I prevailed upon Sgt. Murphy to give us both 24 hour passes. Sgt. Danner has only been over here in the ETO a few weeks and I spent the pass showing him

CENSORED

We left on the evening of the 4th and returned last night, In that time, we had a very nice time seeing the shows, going thru the Castle, loafing in the park, drinking a few beers, etc. I won't go into all the details, Sweet, because I have six letters of yours to answer and I'm anxious to get at it. Suffice it to say that we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. I stopped in to see Bert Woolf and learned that he had just bought a boat. He was as happy about it as a kid with a new toy and wanted me to go out with him and spend the night on the river, or wherever it is that he has it moored. I wanted to go, but it was out of the question because I had to be back in Camp that night. I hope to see it another time, though. Evelyn is up and about again, but her feet are still giving her some trouble. Nigel Keith is fine. I'm enclosing the program of the play we saw. It was, as you see by the program, a farce, and we enjoyed it very much. The pictures we saw were "Battle for Music", which was the story of the trials and tribulations of the London Philharmonic Orchestra during those hectic days when the Luftwaffe was giving England all kinds of hell, and "Dinner at the Ritz", with Annabella, David Niven, Paul Lukas and others. The former was badly handled, and I don't suppose the great majority of the audience liked it very much, but I don't have to tell you that I loved it. The Orchestra played some lovely music, and that's all I needed. The other half of the double-feature was a suspenseful, well-directed, well played story of intrigue. Annabella is most attractive, and a very pleasing personality. David Niven made a very romantic and capable leading man. Paul Lukas is flawless as the villain of the piece. Outside of that, there isn't much more to tell. We ate at the Cups Hotel and slept at the Red Cross Club. Oh yes - the weather was just perfect all the while - it still is. This afternoon, because I am CQ tonight, I took in the matinee performance at the "Thunderbolt Theater". The film was that oldie "Robin Hood", with Errol Flynn and Olivia De Haviland" (remember?). I enjoyed it quite as much as the first time I saw it. Speaking of Errol Flynn reminds me of a mot I heard someplace the other day. I pass it along on the chance you haven't heard it yet. "My name is Errol Flynn - what's your hobby?” (Well, I think it's cute!)

Now to get down to the business of answering your letters. They are those of 19, 21, 23, 24, 25, 26 July, and I loved every one of them. They arrived in bunches, and that's the way I read them - and did I have fun!

The one dated the 19th was written in a spare moment at the office - I should have said "typed". The only thing I learned from it was that Adele has four teeth in front and four 2 year molars to go to complete her full set of teeth - (and you still haven't told me that you have made an appointment with the dentist to have your own teeth examined). Which in turn reminds me that there are a good many things that I have asked you from time to time that you have failed to answer. I don't remember at the moment what they were, but I do remember wondering about it the other day. Please keep my letters handy when you are answering them, will you, Sweet?

Your V-Mail of the 21st was sent "as is" because you had not kept within the border. There is a notation on the form to that effect with the added admonition that I "advise (my) correspondent". I'm not sore, though, even if the P.M. is. In this one, you advise me that Dot read you my letter to her. Then you go on to say that you are "frightened to think "what (I) will be like when I resume "relations. with (you) after so long a time". I don't remember that I said anything in my letter to Dot to make you feel that way. Nor do I understand why you should feel that way at all. Of course, if you have a notion that I'll eat you up because I have gone so long without you, I can understand that, but do you think for a moment that I am fool enough to leave nothing for another "meal"? You needn't worry on that score, baby mine, 'cause I'm a very gentle guy at heart and can't conceive that I would be unduly ferocious oven under the provocative circumstances you describe. I'm well aware of your apprehension on the issue of becoming pregnant again, and your constant reiteration of your fear does not speak well for your faith in me or the promise I've made you numerous times before. As to your uncertainty in the matter of your own ability to cope with the matter, let me again assure you, honey-child, that you need have no fears on that score, either. You can trust me, as always, to have enough restraint for the both of us. Nor will any temporary weakness on your part influence me in the slightest. I think I have proved my sufficiency in that respect on more than one occasion. Gee, Chippie, just the memory of some of those "occasions" is almost more than I can bear. (C'mon sumpin’!)

Your second paragraph informs me that our daughter has progressed to the point where she takes her own food. Glad to hear it, Sweet, but I'd much rather see it. I note that you take "other peoples" advice in the matter of those pyrex bottles, but that you won't take Sarah's advice to see about Adele's legs now. Seems to me, you could do better if you reversed your decisions. The worse thing that could happen to the bottles is that they might be broken in shipment, but irreparable harm might be caused the punkin by delaying too long in putting her case before a specialist. Personally, I wouldn't want to assume the responsibility of deciding how long to wait in this case. My view is that it's never too soon to start corrective measures, but it could easily be too late. Think it over, Sweet, and then decide if you want to take that chance. Frankly, I couldn't - and wouldn't. If I could do anything to change your mind in the matter, I would. If there's anything wrong, I'd certainly want to know about it, and if the appearance of her legs excites comment from Sarah, then I think it's time we stopped indulging in wishful thinking and did something about it. To tell the truth, I'm more than a little sorry that we've put it off this long. If for no other reason than for my own peace of mind, Ev, I wish you would avail yourself of the most expert medical opinion you know how to obtain. I don't feel that we have the right to gamble with Adele's future, and that's what it amounts to. We owe it to her to do everything we can to insure her well-being, and I feel that we have already taken too many liberties in this matter. You know my wishes, Sweet; the decision is now yours to make - and the responsibility - remember that!

As for the pyrex bottles I asked you to send, I'm disappointed that you would place the loss of a dollar or two above the satisfaction I would derive in helping Evelyn out with these much needed items. I'm sure that if you wrapped them properly, and marked them plainly, that they would arrive O.K. Please re-consider, Honey, and listen to me instead of several people. Don't you think I thought about the likelihood of their being broken in shipment? Just the knowledge that we tried to procure them would have left me feeling a lot better about the whole thing, even if they did arrive in a broken state. If you can understand that, honey, you will oblige me in the matter, I'm sure.

Glad you thought the news was “wonderful" on the 21st, when certain elements of the German Army revolted and attempted to do away with hitler. You must be feeling very optimistic about now, what with the German Armies taking a terrific beating on all fronts, fighting among themselves, etc. We are all hoping for an early ending, and the general feeling is, that we won't be disappointed this time. (Phooey on your old ouija board). (1945 - phooey!)

Your very pleasing letter of the 23rd tells all about your weekend visit with Dot. I'm delighted you got the chance to relax, Ev, and I'm no end grateful to Dot for providing the means. I'm glad, too that the punkin comported herself like a little lady and made it possible for you to really enjoy yourself. What I wouldn't give to know exactly what you and Dot had to say to each other! I'll bet both Snuff and I would be acutely embarrassed to hear the conversation and the confidences. You gals slay me with your inconsistencies. Just consider what would happen if Dot showed up at some affair wearing a duplicate of your newest dress that you had just gotten for the occasion (or vice versa). Hell, you'd probably be tearing each other’s hair before the evening was out. Yet you have no qualms whatever about telling each other the most intimately personal things about yourselves and (no doubt) your husbands. I read some place, the other day, “that God made women without a sense of humor so that they might love their husbands instead of laughing at them. - But I'm not a woman, and I can laugh at you, and am laughing at you. But it's not the kind of laughter that's born of ridicule, it's the sort that is born of appreciation for a good joke; and I maintain that it is a good joke. I mean that inconsistency that I just pointed out. Oh? You can't see anything funny about it? Well, as I was saying, God made women without a sense of humor - and besides, you're prejudiced:

I received Dot's long, lovely, and entirely heart-warming letter of 20 July the other day. It is the warmest, friendliest one she has, favored me with to date - and that is saying a good deal. I'm immensely flattered that she reciprocates the feeling I have for her so whole-heartedly. Evidently, her need for real friendship is as strong as my own, and I think we are both extremely fortunate in each other. I'll answer her first chance I get, 'cause it isn't the kind of missive one can, or wants to, ignore.

On the 24th, you tell me more about Mr. Bellet's business, about your Dad's work, etc. Then about your concern that you hadn't heard from Ed for several weeks, and about the kid across the street that was killed in action. I can well understand that you have had a most anxious time of it, Sweet, and my heart goes out to you, your Mom and all those people who are suffering the loss of loved ones. You well know the bitterness I feel on the wastage of so many lives snuffed out in their prime, but my sympathies are even stronger for the desolation that is caused the families and friends of those that fall in battle. War has long been my greatest hate, and try as I may, I just can't learn to take it for granted, as do so many of our professional soldiers. When I read about the transportation strike back there in Philly, and then think of what our guys are going through on so many battle-fields, I wonder at the callousness of some people. I’ll never understand how such people can live with themselves. It makes me so mad to read about things of this sort, that I almost hate myself for being of the same species. (Why they ever called it "homo sapiens" is beyond me - the latin translation is, literally, men of wisdom - sometimes I wonder!)

The 25th brought a letter from Ed to set your fears at rest, and your plea to me to write to him often. As you know, honey, I wrote to him a few days ago, and will keep writing just as often as I hear from him, or oftener, if I get the opportunity. Let's hope that we see an end to war to end the anxieties of all of us. Your tribute to your family for the help they've been giving you is well-deserved, I'm sure, and I endorse your sentiments most heartily. Your commendable practise of corresponding with all our boys in service reaps its own reward in the letters you receive from them, and I've already told you, Sweet, how much I admire you for it. So when you imply that it's too much for you when you say "What I should do is stop working as a secretary and hire one to help me out", I can only hope that you will see your way clear to continuing as you have been.

Glad you liked the snapshot I sent along, honey, but I think I've picked up some weight since it was taken. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to keep myself from gaining weight. Boy, what I wouldn't give to get back to the Broadwood and a few nights of hand-ball and swimming each week! That, incidentally, is the first thing I mean to do when I get home. Think I'll also go in for an intensive course of bar-bell work. I hate the idea of getting fat and sloppy, but there isn't much around here to prevent it, unless I elect to run around the camp in the morning. But I have all I can do to get out of bed of a morning, let alone going in for road-work. In the evening, I'm usually too tired and in need of relaxation. Once I get home, though, I do intend to keep in shape. I enjoyed it when I could do it playing hand-ball, swimming, and going a few rounds with the heavy bag at the Broadwood. I remember when we both used to go, Chippie, and I have a very dear recollection of how you looked in shorts and that brown pull-over sweater that you affected in the gym. You were certainly a trim filly in those days (and the last time I saw you, which was just a year ago yesterday, you didn't look much different.)

Mom came home from Brown's Mills on the 26th, which doesn't surprise me too much. I rather thought Harry would be sending for her sooner or later. However, if she chose to come at his bidding, that is her concern, and I'm not going to take sides in the matter even though I have some pretty definite convictions on that score. I hope you have the good sense not to make an issue of it, darling. That would only create dissension, and you must avoid that for the present at all costs. I think you grasp the underlying reason for my saying this.

And now, my darling, I must sign off. It is just 12:30 and I must get to bed if I'm to get any sleep before 4:45, when I must awake the cooks and K.P.s.

Good-night, sweetheart. All my love to you and the punkin. My love to all.

Ever,
Your Phil

Post #431 - August 5, 1944 Warrants for the Arrest of the Four Leaders of PTC Have Been Issued and A Letter from Brother Jack Strongin

 

Aug. 5, 1944 

Darling One,

Today was a real scorcher and I don't mean maybe! It was so hot that I put Adele into a pool of water and let, her stay there all day. The kids across the way have a canvas and metal pool that they place in the drive, and it can accommodate grownups too. l simply wet my feet and legs with the hose. Both Adele and l got a pretty bad sunburns and we both should be nice and tan within a few days

Fay came home this morning, having gotten a ride from S.C. in. She had it so wonderful - but I mean swell! They were able to live comfortably on $80 per month, had every convenience of home and even a nursery where they cared for servicemen's children two nights a week in order that mas and pas could get out. He expects to be shipped to POE any day. I stopped over with Adele three times today.

Goldie's stepmother sent the nighties and set we ordered for Glos birthday and also my set. It’s stunning and I won’t describe it. l’d rather show ya, honey.

I just put Adele to bed, washed and set my hair and showered and it is 10:30. I’m kinda tired, but I just couldn't pass up writing on this our year of separation. How different it is from that night one year ago when we saw “Mission from Moscow” and I couldn’t be of much help to you sexually! I just wish you were here now—I'd show you!! Yeh man! 

Harry and Goldie bought a new white bedroom set (crib and chest) for Diana at Wanamaker’s that is due to arrive in 5 days. The set cost $41.50 and the mattress $10.95.

By the way, I like the satin negligee set so well, that I am going to order another. As I told you, the set retails for $10.95 and we get the whole works for $4.

I bought a $50 bond yesterday and when your July bond arrives our total of bonds will be exactly $725. I got paid yesterday, so I have that on hand til my next pay.

The PTC strike gets worse and worse—need I add how disgusted l am with it? Fay tells me the people from the South are tickled, as they think Northerners cater to the negroes too much. Phil, on the whole, I think we’re in for some mighty big trouble. Soldiers will be stationed all over and many of them are camping at Fairmount Park and League Island. Warrants for the arrest of the four leaders of PTC have been issued.

Gee, I hate to run along, but l really must. Phil, my darling, I love you, I adore you and I want you very, very much.

Your Eve

Aug. 5, 1944 

Dear Phil,

Received a letter from you just a few days ago and up until now couldn’t find time to answer you. We over here, read and hear a great deal about those flying bombs that are whizzing around over there. Gosh, what the hell are those dirty huns going to think of next? The Japs, as yet, haven’t been so inventive, but you can never tell what they will pull out of their hats. News of Limey is in a way, good news for I doubted that he'd come back at all. Please, don't misunderstand me, Phil. I don’t mean to imply that Limey getting wounded is good news. It's just that I realize what a highly dangerous job he had and expected the worse. I'm glad to hear that he is o.k. now and hope the wound will not affect him later on in life. I just received his address today and shall write him immediately upon closing this scribe. Yes, I did meet Hesh Greenberg and just last week he spent the weekend with me, He told me that Mickey Gordin is now in the army and also that Joe Epstein was right in there on D-day. Thanks for the congratulations on my promotion, Phil. I’m a "tec 5” and not a buck. No, I didn't know that your outfit took part in the landing. Did you meet any of your old buddies? Say, Phil I meant to ask you in a previous letter: Is Red still with you? If he is, tell me how he's doing these days and give him my regards. I just received a letter from Ev today and she had enclosed two snapshots of Adele Bara and believe me, the little dumpling is really a beautiful specimen of babyhood. Honestly, Phil, she's, as Gloria would say, out of this world! Ev sent me the same picture that you had sent me, so I shall return one to you for I know you want that particular picture and anyway, I might lose it. I’m afraid, my dear brother, that you will not have the pleasure of providing the first male of the new generation, for I had made up my mind to do the providing on that score. Phil, please tell me whats buzzin’ with our New York cousins. I have been negligent in writing to them. Honestly, I just can’t sit myself down and write to everybody who I want to. You ought to know how it is. You say your days are pretty well full, well its the same with me. Yes, it certainly looks like this darn ol’ war is on the verge of coming to an end and believe me, Phil, it'll never be too soon for me and a few million G.I. Joes.

I believe that by the time Germany falls, the Japs will be pretty well out of the picture and I hope that it will only be necessary for a small portion of you guys over there to come over this side to help us put on the finishing touches. Thanks very much for the dehydrated Bulletin, Phil. I enjoyed reading it and would appreciate more of them, should you get more of them. Things are pretty much the same with me. I am rather anxious to go on furlough, but it looks like there are many G.I.'s before me. Well, Phil, I have others to write to so l say good good night and Good Luck.

As Ever,
Your Kid Brudder
Jack