Monday, January 10, 2022

Post #458 - September 17, 1944 The Year in Which We Hope to Be United Forevermore and May the New Year Find Us Re-united Once More for All Time

 


Sept. 17, 1944

Dearest Sweetheart,

Last night after I mailed your letter I stopped over to see Helen. She wasn't home, so I jabbered with Mrs. Breslow a while. I also forgot to tell you that Jean asked for overseas duty, took her overseas physical and is expecting orders to ship out most any day now. Who knows! You might even run into her one of these days. I got to bed about 10:30 and had a good night's rest to get off to a good start. I mean to get plenty of rest these couple of days. The weather today is lovely and it makes we wish very much that you were here to help me enjoy it. I did very little of any consequence today, a little washing, a little sewing, a little cleaning, etc. Adele is all decked out in her yellow pinafore and accessories and looks very pretty. Her hair is very long and I'm able to make curls all around. I expect them to hang on her shoulders in a few months, and perhaps you'll get to see them yourself by then. I'm wearing my brown slack outfit so that I can lazy it. I'm in need of several dressy dresses, honey, and if you don't get home soon, I'm going to have to buy them without you. Since I started to work I find that I need many, many things. I didn't need in the line of clothes before and there's no time like the present to get them. I enjoy clothes more if I know they please you, sweet. Adele likes to talk on the telephone and she'd amaze you with her ability to carry on a conversation. She called my mother (I dialed) and she said "Hello, Mommom". My mother asked her if I were nearby and she replied, "yes". It is the Eve of the New Year, the year in which we hope to be reunited forevermore. I hate to rush my life away, but this is one time I don't mind. I adore you darling, and am lovingly

Your Eve



17 September 1944

Dearest Darling,

Only have time to get off a few lines tonight. Klein and I are going into town to attend Rosh Hashanah services. Happy New Year, darling. May the next one be a happier one for all of us. May it find us re-united once more for all time. My love to the punkin, and a "gut yontev” to all the family. My dearest love to you, Sweet.

Ever,
Your Phil

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