Ros’s Letters

December 31, 1943

Happy New Year Sweets!

I wonder here and how you are celebrating New Years Eve. Marian and Hy asked me over. I think I’ll go–not particularly because I feel like going, but just to keep from being alone. I’ll be thinking of you and hoping that next year we can celebrate together.

Judy and Elaine were both out in the snow today and had such fun! I took some pictures — which I hope are good. Judy loves to roll in the snow and I have a difficult time getting her in the house she enjoys it so much.

I finally read those articles on “The Bottle is The Pay Off,” he writes very well. Please send the other installments–I found them most interesting. Perhaps I’ll buy the book.

Judy has not become interested in radio programs. Last night she listened to Henry Aldrich from start to finish, and actually enjoyed it. Isn’t she growing up?

Judy, Lanie, and mother wish our daddy gook luck and safe return in the New Year. We hope the war is over and V. for Victory in 1944.

Love,

Judy, Ros, Lanie

12 –Midnight
New Year – 1944

Happy New Year Sweetheart —

I’ve waited up until this moment to say “Happy New Year” to you and bid the old year good bye — hoping for a better one in 1944 and a victorious one. I had thought about going over to Tenny’s — in fact they called me to come over – but I’m not in the mood and I didn’t want to leave the kids alone lest they awaken and become frightened.

It’s funny, but this supposedly exciting moment doesn’t feel any different to me than any of the others in the past months. It is just one month since we parted. The New Year has been ushered in — but it still feels like 1943 to me. I keep wondering where you are. I suppose still en route — that is while I’m writing this letter, but not when you receive it.

The snow fall has really been the loveliest I’ve ever seen. It’s deep enough to be beautiful and still the weather is mild enough so that is can be enjoyed without being frost-bitten. Both kids were out in it almost all day and had great fun. The temperature is about 30 degrees, and even warmer when the sun is out. I pulled Elaine and Beverlee downtown on the sled today and Lanie loved it. (Judy was sliding down the hill in back of Lough’s house – she goes in for the more rigorous winter sports.)

As you will notice by the enclosures, Judy has suddenly discovered the she can draw objects and copy words. She writes letters to you all during the day –making all sorts of drawings.

They have both been swell and happy as larks. They repeatedly look at your picture and kiss it — Judy today, looked intently at the photograph and said “oh daddy, I wish you were real.”

Judy is becoming such a diplomat, or should I say a Conniver. Whenever she doesn’t want Elaine to have something of hers, she distracts her attention beautifully with some other object of interest. Today she was making some sort of design on the peg-set (she makes new complicated designs all the time) which she left for a moment. Elaine came into the room, heading for the peg-table, whereupon Judy – very excitedly cried, Lanie, do you want me to read you a story? Of course Lanie was delighted and completely forgot about the pegs – for the time being.

Judy does this type of psychological maneuvering numerous times during the day and it usually works, unless Lanie has already made the attack and taken possession –then it’s rather difficult to sell her a bill of goods and mother usually has to come to the rescue with her various means of distraction and diversion. This child rearing is an interesting and fascinating – sometimes trying all day job. If it were my only time consumer — it would be enjoyable at all times — but with all the other routine duties and in my present frame of mind – I find some of the incidents rather trying. The pleasure and fun overshadows the other side thought and when all is well and normal again things will be different. I hope it’s not too long until our lives are back to normal again.

We send all our love to you sweets.

Ros

Jan 1, 1944
New Year’s Day
9 p.m.

My sweets —

Wherever you are honey, my thoughts are with you — always. Today was a day of memories and dreams and hopes. Probably because of it being New Years Day — it seems that every song on the radio had some appropriate significance for me. It made my thoughts turn back about 15 years during one of those periods in our courtship when we were not on speaking terms — for some silly reason — and you wrote me a letter from Soph’s house telling me about all the love songs on the radio, the homey atmosphere with the children around — etc. I suppose all songs are written for some sentimental reason, but being in that particular mood — each song on the radio today reminded me of you.

One was, ”Show Show baby, daddy’s off to the seven seas” — next “hello sweetheart hello–the words were right out of my heart — “when the world is free again, you’ll be here with me again, till then you’re in all my dreams, you are part of all my schemes, Hello, sweetheart hello.” Another was — “don’t get around much anymore — and still another ” I had the craziest dream last night.”

Perhaps I was song conscious, or “you” conscious, but every time a new tune came on– it was for you and me. Ordinarily I pay little attention to the words of popular melodies, but I had the radio going quite a bit today– while I was at work in the kitchen and each song hit home. I suppose that’s what they are written for in the first place. Gosh, absence makes one sentimental or do we merely realize it so much more during such times? (time out while I talk to Minnie Risor and Marion, who just walked in)

That Minnie, can talk your arm off, but she means well.

This afternoon Shirly, Beverlee, Judy, Elaine, Minnie Risor and myself went for a walk (if you can call it that) I pulled the kids (two at a time) on the sled. The snow is still on the ground and the kids still enjoying it.

Maryellen Martindell came over this a.m. and the kids went upstairs and had all their toys off the self and took all their new toys up to play with them. But what do you think they ended up playing with –the peg set! Judy is now learning to make remarkable things on the peg table. She can really make pictures of almost any object–real or imaginative and now prints letters and words out of pegs. Of course Lanie enjoys it just as much in her own sort of way — usually pulling apart what Judy has so carefully constructed. Lanie was in a hellish mood this afternoon, due to the fact that Judy heard Minnie Riser talking to me downstairs and decided not to take her nap, so she yells down to me “can I get up” — so of course Elaine awakened and raring to go. She only slept for 10 minutes. Well, she wanted everything in her little way.

She took apart that little piano book that Judy has had for 3 years, took the key out of the singing teddy bear (which I finally fixed) and tore something else apart. Is she an imp! But a cute one..

Tomorrow will be another long Sunday — unless I decide to clean the house and wash clothes or something. Unless I keep busy every moment– which I have little difficulty in doing — I find myself thinking and dreaming and that’s bad these days.

I know I shouldn’t expect to hear from you for at least two weeks and maybe even longer, but I go to the mailbox 50 times a day — just hoping.

I cut out a small shapshot of you and placed in that heart-shaped locked that you gave us and Elaine now wears it constantly — night and day, and to everyone that comes along she says excitedly — “want to see daddy’s picture?” and she opens the locket and displays your face with your hat cocked over your shiney eye.

Judy plays with the fantastic ideas of daddy talking on the radio and becoming alive and walking out of the radio– and her dreams coming real — etc. Would that such wishful thinking could become more realistic.

I saw your friend Dr. Glenn today — who complained about how busy he is — and sends you his best regards — the so & so.

Night sweetie– never a day goes by that I don’t hope and pray and wish a thousand times that you come home safely and soon. Perhaps I shouldn’t write of my sentiments — but if not to you — to whom?

I love you so much, Ros

Jan 2, 1944
Sunday nite
10 p.m.

Dearest sweets–

Sunday again — no matter what happens, time goes by and the weeks roll around. I hope not many more weeks go by before I hear from you. It’s one week since I’ve had a letter from you and how I miss them.

Eleanor Rooks and Buckie were over today. We spent a few hours with small talk and gossip. She said that she heard that Byers is again making an attempt to enlist — since the 5 yrs will be up in March after his operation. I think it’s a lot of propaganda on his part. Krankie Harper’s husband Jimmy Harper is in India and he’s been sending her some beautiful jewelry.

This afternoon I took Judy over to see Lassie Come Home — again. I had intended allowing Judy to go in to meet the “girls”, who had left before Judy awakened from her nap — but after we arrived at the Rand — there was a huge crowd waiting to get in & I had Elaine with me too — so that by the time we waited until the show was over, the other kids came out and I had to stay with Judy and take Lanie in too. They both enjoyed it as much this time as they did the first time. Elaine was a but restless toward the end — but didn’t raise any fuss. Judy went thru all the emotional stress and strain again. It really is a beautiful picture. I read somewhere where the Scotland scenes were taken in California and in Washington.

I listened to One Man’s family tonight with it’s mixture of good philosophy and propaganda about loose talk during these critical times. Its still one of my favorite programs.

Irv and Rosalyn called this afternoon to find out if I had heard anything from you yet. The last letter Ginny had from Ben was Dec 20. It would be wonderful if you ran across him.

Judy and Lanie have become so very affectionate with me. It seems that they must have an outlet for those emotions too. Judy is constantly coming up to me and throwing her arms around me, kissing me and saying “my sweetheart, I live you.” Elaine won’t allow me out of her sight and cries — “I want to see you mother” ever so often. Poor kids, I suppose they have a feeling of insecurity and need reassurance. I try to give them all I have.

Today I asked Judy some of the questions from Parents magazine for children in the 5-6 year age group. She did remarkably well. I’ll enclose a few so that you can see which ones she missed. She didn’t understand the meaning of “opposites” so didn’t get those questions. I was greatly amused at her answer to # 10 — Will water put out fire? She answered “yes” — to which I was curious as to whether she really knew or was guessing — since I didn’t believe she had ever seen a fire put out –so I asked her how she knew. She said “remember that time in Mississippi when we made a fire in the woods and daddy put it out when he made “wee wee” on the fire. I was hilarious and surprised too, that she should remember the incident — must have been quite impressive. Hope she doesn’t bring up such incidents when she gets to school.

Hy gave me the Rotary bulleting to enclose.

Oh me, honey — I go along for a few hours keeping my thoughts in the background, and then suddenly they all surge up inside me and almost smother me.

I love you darling.

Ros

Jan 3, 1944
Monday nite

Hello sweets —
Golly, it’s got me again. I just heard on the radio that a U.S. boat was sunk off the coast of Sandy Hawk New Jersey — caused by an explosion. It happened on Christmas Eve — and that certainly was mighty close to the time and place of your departure — as far as I can figure out. I suppose I’ll get panicky at every incident from now on — especially anything that might be close enough to involve you. I’ll have a good case of “war nerves” if this keeps up.

Today was a nasty, slushy sloppy day. The rain drizzled on the dirty melting snow — and what a mess! Your three girls didn’t venture outside. Elaine has a runny nose so I wouldn’t take any chances. Judy has been so sweet and adorable — especially with Lanie. I don’t know whether my lectures to her have done the trick, or whether she has just come thru a stage again. They played together in the house the entire day and were so cute. This evening they were in a gay and rolicking mood. Running from one room to the other giggling and squeaking and having such a good time. They did become a bit boisterous — throwing pillows, etc — but I just decided to allow them to rid themselves of their excess energy — since they were cooped up the entire day.

Minnie and Marian stop in each day and have been doing my shopping for me when I can’t get out. It really is very nice.

I’ve been trying to get our back balance straightened out — and what a mess!

Quite a few of the checks you had written in Sept and Oct. were never recorded by you and according to the bank we have a mere $456.96 left from a balance of $2000 plus! I know you bought bonds — do you remember exactly for how much? The check was for 1014.24. I haven’t had a chance to get to the safe deposit box yet. That means that we spend over $1200 in the 2 months we were together. That still is only up to Dec 10 and doesn’t include the insurance checks, which is another 200. +. I will get things all straightened out and let you know how things stand. We certainly don’t have much cash on hand. I told the Bank to make a separate book of the alternative check — so I can draw on that & see if I can stay within those limits.

Elaine has been trying to say so many things and express herself — it is really funny. At times she gets so excited — she can’t think of the words fast enough and stops and says ” uh — uh — uh — what should I say mother”? Often when she is “reading” a story & can’t recall the exact words — she also says “what should I say.”

Received a letter from Mrs. Belline today who wishes you lots of luck. She & her new baby & the little boy all developed the flu two days after her return from the hospital.

Our electric bill was $7.21 –for just 3 weeks. I think it was partly because of the blower on the furnace that went constantly. I hope this doesn’t continue. I received a letter from the Perfection Stove Co. saying they had not service many for 2 years & I should get in touch with the Co. from where we purchased the furnace. I think they are out of business. The furnace seems to be operating O.K now — except the blower makes a great deal of noise. However, if the electric bills continue at that rate — I’ll have to do something about it. That is just about what they were with you at home and we certainly don’t use nearly as much light. Altho I do stay up until 12 o’clock each nite. I am wondering what my gas bill will be like.

Katie Mahoney called me tonite to say that she had received word that her boy friend has been missing in action since Nov 26 — he was in the N. African theatre. There were several local boys missing from that same area and same time. Poor kid, I tried to console her- but what can one say or do at such times. These are such trying and anxious and heartbreaking times for so many innocent persons. Oh God, how I wish it were all over and you were home safe in my arms.

Judy and I played a game of ‘opposite” today. Since I found in her quiz yesterday that she did not understand the term I that I would teach her. After a few moments she had caught on beautifully and when I would ask the opposite of any number of words she would think a bit and then supply the answer — for example —

hot — cold
loud — quite
hard — soft
young — old
bad –good

She loves the “question games” — so we play them very often.

Judy is now going thru a secretive, whispering and surprise –stage. She “writes letters” and doesn’t allow me to see them because she wants to surprise me. All day long she rushes up to me to “whisper” just ordinary conversation. But she doesn’t want Elaine to hear it. So tonight Elaine was whispering sweet nothings into my ear too — and I do mean nothings!

Today Judy started on a superlative –she says “Golly Moses!” for everything that requires emphasis. I don’t know where she picks it all up!

See where theres an epidemic of scarlet fever among the ari cadets at U C. — 17 cases. UC. has closed classes because of it.

I think I’ll read the paper now and listen “Information Please.” Do you use your radio — and do you hear any programs from U.S. It doesn’t seem possible that you are so far away.

Its not much fun writing letters and receiving no answers — I do hope I hear something by the end of this week. That will be 2 weeks since you’ve gone.

They tell me that the boys that leave from the West Coast to the Pacific theatre — take about 6 weeks en route — I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t hear for that length of time!

Do you want Julius Grad’s address.

Good night & all my love sweets.

Ros.

Jan 4, 1944

Hello my sweets —

Hope you are well and safe. How I wish I could hear from you. Tomorrow will be two weeks since your last letter. Margaret Downs has been waiting about 7 weeks since her husband left and no word. I hope I don’t have to wait that long.

We are all well and the kids in their innocence, are as happy as larks. Judy had Lanie have become bosom companions, and are learning to play together so well, mostly due to Judy’s tack and diplomacy. Elaine is the perfect little mimic, imitating every act and word of her big sister. They still ask about their daddy many times during each day and say prayers for him each night. Judy wished on a chicken bone last night that “daddy would be home for her birthday.” Would that it were possible.

They both look at your picture so often and cover it with kisses. Me too.

Your “women” send all their love, and millions of kisses,

Ros.

Jan 4, 1944
Tuesday nite

Hi sweetie pie —

Since this is the second letter I’m writing today and since this day has been most unexciting I’m afraid I haven’t much to tell you.

Judy and Lanie were in most of the day since it was damp and slushy outside. I am so pleased that they are learning to play so well together. Judy reads stories to Lanie, plays games with her and they sing songs and dance together — they are so darling.

Today was a falling day for Lanie — rather upsetting, but fortunately no casualties. She fell off her bicycle, stuck the point of a letter opener in her chin — which merely broke the skin a trifle, and bumped her head. At bedtime she was jumping and giggling –none the worse for it all.

Katie Mahoney came over for a short visit & the kids both performed for her. Its amazing how affectionate Judy has become with everyone. She was hugging and kissing Katie and hanging all over her. She never was like that. She now insists upon holding my hand whenever we go upstairs & never finishes kissing me goodnite. I’ve tried to make a special effort to give her all the loving and kissing I can. Do you suppose its because of a feeling of insecurity or only because of your absence? On the whole, she seems quite happy and carefree — not at all moody and easily upset — as she was for a while.

Today she wanted to know why we couldn’t phone you and if there weren’t telephones overseas.

Lanie still carries your picture around her neck and gazes upon it fondly about every 5 minutes saying “ah, my daddy.” as if you were the most beautiful daddy in the world. Which I suppose you are, to us.

Everyone that I’ve spoken to with someone overseas (& I’ve spoken to so many) say that air mail arrives at its destination much faster than v. mail, and its so much more satisfactory — so I think I’ll continue sending both.

Lanie is developing the cutest sense of humor. Tonight she was singing “Lay that pistol down” and she would substitute the word “mother” for “mama” & then laugh heartily saying “not mother, mama.” Whenever she does something funny — she laughs so hard until she gets the hiccoughs. She’s such a vital and animated little thing.

By the way, her wart dropped off & she really misses it — she continually asks “where’s Lanie’s wart, mother?”

Our gas bill came today — and what a bill! $16.40 for the 17 day period. Of course the house was very cold and damp & we had severe weather & I think that while the furnace was out of order, cause the bill to be increased too. Shadrack was hear again today, & altho the furnace is heating O.K. –he messed around –said we need a new belt for the fan & new filters which he is ordering. I’ll say goodnite now dearest

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!
Ros

January 5
Wednesday nite

My darling!

I’m so excited and relieved! I received your cable this afternoon at about 3 P.M. It broke the strain and tension. I’ve been terribly worried since I heard about the destroyer being sunk off the East Coast. I was fearful that there may be some action going on near your location. It occurred on Dec 24 — about the same time that you probably left.

I’m a bit puzzled over the wording of the cable. I had expected you to say that you arrived at your destination, since you didn’t I gather that this was against military orders — or that you sent the cable while en route, which I didn’t think was permissible. I suppose every message and letter that I get from you will be vague in places and I’ll be wondering about things as long as you are away. How I wish I were all over and you were home close to me. If wishes could make it so, I suppose this war would have been over before it even began.

I called the family in Cincy to tell them I heard from you, and Irv said that Ginny had also received a cable from Ben. So now, more than ever, we are drawing conclusions that you were both in the same convoy. I hope, for your sake that you both have met and can keep in contact with each other. It would be wonderful. Red Elsy and Dave? Grech’s wife also received cables.

I have gone back to this stationery for a reason. I stopped at the postoffice today to find out particulars about sending you mail. They advised me that the quickest method was air mail & that cost 6 cents for 1/2 oz. Since I usually write several pages and the other stationery is so leavy, it would easily run over an ounce. Not that I care about the few cents, but I might as well do it in the best manner, for it looks as if I’ll be writing to you at least once a day for a little (?) while. I was also told to use v. mail stationery which is a very thin sheet (not regular v. mail) and is light in weight. I’ll buy some tomorrow.

I paid a few bills today — walked downtown in a pouring rain. Minnie Riser stayed with the kids while they were napping, since I wanted to get to the bank before 2 o’clock. I’m still having the book balanced. All the checks hadn’t come in yet. I made a list of all the bonds & I’ll send you a financial statement ‘doc — as soon as I get it all fixed up. We’ll have a mere $100 or so left in the checking acct. I am starting of my acct. with $690. — which Paul Fairly had started 2 months ago — so I have 3 months checks deposited. By the way, I wrote away about the bonds which I’ve never received. I think it should be investigated — after all, it’s over a year now.

Our phone bill was $10.91 which only included your 3 calls from Fort Dix & not those from P.OE. Gas–17.00, electric 7.21 — do you think I’ll manage on a measly $230 ? I think I will get along after things are settled & all the Insurance Policies are paid.

I gave the kids their bath and then decided to take mine too, while I was at it. We had such fun. Judy and Elaine both washed my back, legs, ect — just as they used to do to you. Judy rubbed my back hard and said “oh Gee, Daddy would love this.” I’ll bet you would too. Actually everything we do — they always think if daddy. I do every moment of the day, but usually keep the thoughts to myself. When we have something good to eat — Judy always says “daddy would love this” — when we are having fun playing — Judy says “daddy would like to do this” etc. When Lanie sees a picture of a soldier — in a magazine she says “that looks like daddy.”

Mrs. Shaw was over this evening. She’s still going strong. She stops over quite often to do her bit of “cheering up.” The old devil — asked me how liked sleeping alone — I told her I didn’t and I do mean it. The nights are long and lonely and empty.

Well sweets, I can’t think of any more small talk so here’s ‘good luck to you –keep safe darling and well– your little family is awaiting your homecoming to give you all their love.

Ros–

Jan 6, 1944
Thursday nite
11 P.M.

Dearest sweets —

Just awakened from a little snooze in the wing chair in the corner, where I had been reading. Just like old times ? except — —

Three fourths of the Felson family spend the event with 3/4 of the Tennenbaum family. Hy is out of town — he is spending the week-end with Sam Zussman in Hillsboro. Poor things — they are so overworked, they decided they needed a rest. So Marian asked us over for supper. I brought my contributions of liver and spinach for the kids and she furnished hot dogs and sauerkraut and was it good! It really hit the spot. The kids all had a nice time & didn’t want to leave at 8 o’clock but after a little insistence on my part we donned our wraps, & went to 357 South St — on the corner — remember? Dr. Felson’s residence — that reminds me you still have an occasional patient come to the door asking if the doctor is in. I feel like shouting “no damn it!–but, say politely say, No, the doctor is in the army. One night I was awakened at about 12 30 a.m. by an accident case– was I furious! But I suppose it’s not their fault — if the sign says “come one come all — Dr. Felson — X-Ray –etc.” When the lights go on again” — etc.

I find there is a song for almost every thought these days — seems as if there are a few others in the world in similar predicaments — but to me, my situation is the only one — am I selfish, or is it merely human nature?

Do you like my new air-mail stationery? I bought it today from Wib.

I am hoping to receive mail from you within the next week so that is won’t seem as if I’m writing to a silent partner.

Today was a beautiful, sunny brisk day. The 3 day rain had completely washed away all traces of our heavy snow.

I walked down town with both kids today to do my shopping. They always attract attention and I hear remarks such as “aren’t they cute” — “aren’t those suits darling.” Today again, a woman stopped to ask me if I had made the snow suits.

Finally balanced our checking account after all the checks came in. We have the tremendous balance of $96.45. Of course my account has $690.00 deposited from the last 3 allotment checks. Three of your $9.06 checks came through — one for Boriss, Earl Smith, and Mark Canal. There were two checks made out to Roginski for 25.00 each –that had been recorded by you. We had made out 59 checks from Sept 1 — Dec 31st. We really spend money in those few months! Of course you purchased $1150.00 worth of bonds — deducting $2639.67 worth of checks — from 2761.12 didn’t leave much. We spent our $15 dollars — its here on black and white.

Your girls are all fine. Today Lanie Mart was reading a book and came across a picture of an umbrella, which she called a “rainbrella” –rather well put, I thought.

Judy is absolutely growing out of everything she owns. If I don’t get her some new clothes she’ll be showing her tussy soon. She is growing so tall and “leggy.” She really has been eating swell and looks very healthy. Nothing wrong with Lanie Marts’ appetite either — she could eat all day long if I allowed her to.

I am so eager to get information from you. I know you will probably be unable to tell me where you are, but whatever meager information you can write, will be better than none. I would love to hear about your trip across, what you did to keep busy, your reactions, as well as the others.

I have no idea what goes on on such a trip.– how long the boat, how many men, etc — but I suppose you can’t go into detail as to that. We are all wondering if Ben could have been in your convoy, or even possibly on the same boat. In all probability–even if he were –you wouldn’t have been able to see each other.

I hope your mail isn’t censored to strictly as there is so much I would like to know–not especially of military nature–but of course everything you do not is probably of military secrecy. I know you can write well enough to generalize if it is at all possible for you to give any details at all.

Honey, you don’t know how I think of you and pray for your safe and speedy return.

All my love sweetheart–forever & ever.

Ros.

Jan 7, 1944
Friday nite
11 p.m.

Hello honey–

Not much news today. Went through the usually daily routine of cleaning, ironing, cooking, scrubbing floors, after kids awakened we went down town and shopped, and then back home again to prepare supper –etc.

Judy went down to Loughs while Lanie and I stayed at home. She’s such a mama’s girl, being with me constantly — 24 hrs a day.

I was going to a movie to see Rosalind Russell in What a Woman — but couldn’t get anyone to stay with the kids — so spent the usual evening at home. Marian came over and we sat and shmoosed for while – until I took the girls upstairs, prepared them for bed, and read them stories. They said their prayers, and then off to sleep (after whispering & giggling for a while). They are becoming companions and play nicely, except for an occasional tiff when Elaine wants something that Judy has, and doesn’t have the schrewdness to get it from her without causing a fuss.

Judy was throwing questions at me tonight about distances — how far away you are, how many miles, and how many days, and how soon the war would be over, and when would V for Victory come.

She helped me with the dishes tonight, doing a very thorough job. This morning she dusted everything in sight — took all the books off the shelves an then was too tired to put them back, so I finished the job. She gets into such a fit of helping mood, but I encourage it, even though it usually means more work for me in the end. Elaine too, always gets busy when she sees me working –she takes the sweeper, & dust mop & goes to town. When I wash dishes, she gets up on the little stool and “helps me” by replacing all the clean dishes back in the dishwater.

Today, she suddenly said “echo, echo, where’s echo mother.” She still remembered the time we all called “echo” across the lake — in Lakewood. She often talks about the lake too. She still says “daddy’s at Camp Dix” –even tho I’ve told her daddy is overseas. Of course she doesn’t understand the meaning of overseas–and she does know all about Camp Dix.

I’ve been trying to determine where you could be–it couldn’t be very far away–since you were gone less than two weeks before I received your cable. I hope you can tell me where you are when I receive your mail.

Received a card from Ginny today asking for the radio which Ben loaned you. She thought that I had it. It will break Jake’s heart when I tell him you have it with you. He will probably send me a bill for it.

Nothing more to write now sweets. Keep well, and safe & in god spirits. Marian and the kids send regards.

All my love captain, Ros.

Jan 8, 1944

Hello dearest: —

Just a little note so that you won’t miss Saturday’s mail which would not go out on Sunday.

Everything under control. Had a miserable night last nite. One of those sleepless night where my imagination runs away with me. I had the peculiar sensation of awakening and listening for your car to return home from a call. I’ll probably need a psycho-analysis before this is all over — such dreams I have each night! The days are not to bad.

Your girls are find and happy. Judy has her playmates each day and Lanie hangs on to Mother’s apron strings.

Listening to the opera this afternoon with Lily Pons and Jan Pearce in Louis de L amore.

Today at noon Lanie Mart said “Mother, poor Lanie wants something to eat.” She’s saying ” I wish daddy wasn’t in the army. I really do.” I think I’ll have a little party for her birthday. I’ll write more later dear.

I love you so.

Ros.

Jan 8, 1944
Saturday nite
11 P.M.

Hi honey–

Still awaiting a letter from you. Hope I get one next week.

Nothing much new here. Judy and Lanie helped mother clean the house this morning. Judy really does a thorough job until she becomes tired or distracted. Lanie of course merely makes an effort of using the sweeper, and duster.

Elaine & I walked downtown while Judy went over to play with Shirey and Beverlee. That energetic little monkey is always ready to “go.” Whenever we get inside a store, she begins pulling and tugging at my clothes saying, “Lets go mommy, let’s go bye bye.” I really don’t get a great deal of shopping done with her along.

I’m enclosing a letter from Ginny giving Ben’s address, which you may want.

Judy is in the in between stage of growing out of her nap period. She really has a difficult time going off to sleep, but when she doesn’t nap she gets so dopey and cross. Some days she naps and others she doesn’t. I’m not forcing her and she will probably gradually adjust herself to eliminating the afternoon snooze.

Lanie Mart has been very restless at night, awakening two or three times– crying and screaming for no apparent reason. She certainly keeps me on edge getting up so often. Perhaps she is suffering from the horrible dreams that mother does. Think I’ll take a Nembutal tonite.

Sweets, I wish I knew where you were and what you are doing & what your set-up is. Everything is so indefinite and uncertain & my mind runs amuck. Everything I hear on the radio and everything I read, I apply to you — which isn’t so good. However, I keep a smile on for my public. I love you dearly, Ros.

Sunday nite
January 9, 1944

Hello dearest: —

I have one of those old sinus headaches and I feel lousy — if my letter is short, you’ll understand why.

Spent the usual Sunday — at home. While the kids took their naps, Beverlee & Shirley came over to stay with them, and Marian and I went to the Lyric to see Rosalind Russell in “What a Woman”, which was amusing but not out of the ordinary. However, it was the first time that I’ve been out in weeks–so I enjoyed the treat, except one cannot run away from the horrors of war. There were several news reels that gave me the jitters.

We all had supper together and spent the evening together.

Monday am.

Here I am again. I just couldn’t write anymore my head ached so badly, I went to bed at 9 30. Feel find and dandy this a.m. Perhaps its because I dreamed of you last night, for a change. Both Judy and I dreamed that our daddy came home. Hope that dream comes true very, very soon. Judy said “I dreamed that daddy came home and he took us for a long ride, and I hugged him and kissed him.” You’ll get so much loving and kissing when you get home, you’ll be overwhelmed. Can’t you just see your three girls fighting over you?

Well, shug — I want to get this in the morning mail. I’ll write more tonight. I love you dearly — I’m beginning to believe the adage “absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

I love you! I love you! I love you!

–Ros–

Jan 10, 1944
Monday nite –

My sweets–

Hope you are well. Gosh, I’d vibe a hundred dollars right now to be able to talk to you and hear your voice. It seems so very long since I’ve spoken to you — and just ages since I’ve seen you. The last glimpse of you was a shadow in the dark outside the officers club at Fort Dix. Wish I had you in my arms right now. Oh, me, I do so much wishing and thinking, and longing these days.

Everything is fine (?) here. We all go along in our daily routine, trying to lead as normal a life as possible. I go about doing my usual tasks and ever so often catch myself day dreaming–and wondering. I often wonder why I am doing these things — my life seems so purposeless — no incentive — except for the fact that I must keep things up for the kids, I often feel that I would give up.

Your income tax blanks came today with a bill for $220 +. I sent them a letter stating that you were overseas. I hope that settles the issue.

I’m listening to “Information Please” — there are certain programs that I always think of as yours — this is one of them. It is always tops.

I heard a very interesting program tonight on Cavelcade of America. They portrayed parts of the Ernie Pyle’s book, many incidents which I had read in the newspaper articles. It was well done and made me a bit heartsick. Naturally, everything I see and hear and read these days about war and combat, I apply to you and picture you as a participant. Would you call me a hypocondriac, or a neurotic, or a psychotic, or do they have a new medical term for wives on the home front? Perhaps they are not all as suggestive and susceptible as I am. I wonder if I’ll become more immune and hardened, or whether I’ll grow worse, as time goes on. I know I am not supposed to write of such feelings to a soldier, but as I’ve always told you, you are the only person in the world to whom I can pour out my heart. To others, I probably appear very cheerful, as the saying goes “brave.” I really have put on a “front”, because I don’t want any so-called supporting, and I know it does my spirits no good to go around moping all day.

Your ‘girls” as cute as ever. If I could only write the million things they do and say all day — for example, when they “play pillows” on the living room floor. They throw the pillows at each other and giggle and screech, and when they run around the kitchen table after each other, becoming hilarious and dizzy until one of them falls, and how they play “pretend” with their dolls, when Judy is the doctor and Elaine is the patient. She allows Judy to take her temp. cover her up, bandage one of her limbs, and give her “raisin pills.” Elaine can sit for hours looking at magazines and books–especially “my book house”– which is still her favorite. I know you would love to see Judy dust and clean the house. She tears off a piece of cloth about the size of a small handkerchief, wraps it around her forefinger and dusts the banisters and railings in the hall. She is so proud of the dirt she accumulates, and the more soiled the cloth becomes, the better the job.

Tonight at supper we had a good laugh. Judy has been in the habit of whispering as I told you and each time we sit at the table, she uses lip language. She moves her lips and asks me what she is saying and I have to guess. Such games! Well, Elaine, the little mimic, began moving her lips in all sorts of distorted movements saying “what am I saying, mother?” and when Judy and I laughed loud and hard, she would say “don’t laugh! what am I saying?”

Her cheeks were a brilliant red from being out in the wind this afternoon. She looked so adorable with her cheeks glowing and her black eyes sparkling and popping. I read them their usual bedtime stories and they were both so slap happy, giggling over everything I read. Sometime, I wish that I were as innocent as they. However, they realize only too well that the “light of their lives” is away.

Today, my heart ached for Judy. She had been listening to the radio and came rushing in to me shouting “Mother, mother, 200 Japs were seized, goody Daddy’s coming home! I had to disillusion her by telling her that their were lots more than 200 Japs and there were logs more Germans too.

She too, has the same attitude about this war — it’s a personal one — involving only one soldier. I suppose it’s a selfish outlook, but only a human one.

Some medical literature cam in the mail, advertising a number of books, there were several that I thought might interest you. If you have the time and inclination to read such material. I’ll enclose the pamphlets, and if you should want either book, let me know.

Did I tell you that we didn’t have to pay our electric bill of $7.21? They gave this as a bonus to all patrons for the month of Dec. We got something for nothing for a change.

I am sending for some material and books on Jewish stories and history for the children. We will have a miniature Sunday school –which I think they all need. Judy has become very “God” conscious and constantly asks questions. I have told her a bit about being Jewish and she has popped off with questions that have stumped me too. I think I had better get a book on Jewish history and read it before I try to do any teaching. Perhaps I’ll be able to teach you a thing or two when you return.

I’m still looking in the mailbox twice a day, awaiting a letter from you. I do hope I get one this week. I hope too, that you have received mail from by this time. I understand it takes longer for the men overseas to get mail than it does for use to receive it from you. We shall see.

I love you so very, very, much sweets.
Ros.

Tuesday
Jan 11, 1944

Hi honey–

Tuesday nite — Bob Hope–McGee and Molly — also President Roosevelt.

Marian and Hy went to Columbus, so the girls were here for the afternoon and evening. I really enjoy having them, because all four of the “girls” have lots of fun together. Shirley is still full of mischief and has a swell sense of humor – just like her daddy’s. She always has some sort of clever reply, and that cute giggle along with it. She found the “love letter” as she calls it, that you sent her last summer –brot it over to read to me. She said “I wonder if Doc would mind if he knew I was reading this to you? She stressed certain parts of the letter where you mentioned love. She also said “the worst part is, that my daddy opened this letter before I did.” She gets all that expression into it with her eyes too.

As for your “prides and joys” — they are swell–cuter than ever. I would have loved to snap a picture of them this morning when I came upstairs and found them both lying flat on their tummies — side by side — Judy painting in her color book, and Lanie writing with chalk on a small blackboard. They were both so engrossed in their masterpieces.

We had a hair–washing session this morning. I decided to wash Judy’s and my hair. After I washed Judy’s and we had such fund making pigtails — Elaine decided she wanted her hair washed. I usually wash hers in the tub, because she protests so much and refuses to allow me to rinse it thoroughly. Well, I thought I would give it a trial. So Lanie got on the little bench in the bathroom on bended needs, and we started. It was find when I applied the soap & we made soapsuds and pigtails (little ones) but as soon as I tried to rinse it, did she yell, and bawl. I finally had to use force to finish the job–and we both had to change clothes by the time I was finished. Both of them ended up with beautiful curly hair. Judy’s look so golden and shiney. She is really quite vain about her hair. Little “tinky poo” is the vainest thing you’ve ever seen. I have a fight with her each morning because she refuses to wear overalls or “old dresses”–she wants her “pretty new dress–with pockets — buttons! She knows most of her colors now–and even goes so far as to dictate what color she wants. What a girl. I just know she must inherit it from her daddy– from what the family tells me. She’s even a “mama’s baby” as you were.

Edith sent a card today saying she would come up tomorrow with Hy. It will be nice having some company–but if she thinks I’m waiting on her hand and foot, she’s mistaken. She has moved in with Irv and Rosalyn–I’m wondering how it will work out.

She said Stevie is to be operated for his hernia next week, but Ginny isn’t very concerned about it. She wouldn’t be. If that were me — I can just imagine! Maybe I’m wrong.

Miriam Urban — from U.C. is to give a lecture on Russia at the methodist Church tomorrow. I would like to hear her – if I can get someone to stay with the kids.

The preacher (Richards) got himself in hot water last night. He gave a talk on Juvenile delinquency and condemned on of the songs sung in school as a patriotic song, and evidently caused a lot of resentment. You’ll read all about it in the Times. He certainly is an opinionated and outspoken individual. He is greatly disliked from what I understand.

I’m still searching for some word from you. I’ll be so happy when I receive a letter and learn a little more about you. This not knowing where, or when, or how, is so horrible. Even when I do receive a letter, then I’ll always be wondering what has happened since the letter was written. Oh me — I’m afraid I’ve become a chronic worrier. Nevertheless, I don’t believe I would be human if I didn’t go thru these emotions at such times as these.

Think I’ll stop now–so that I can read Sundays, Monday’s and Tuesday’s papers. I’m such a busy woman — doing what? and for what? I don’t know?

I’m thinking of you constantly dearest, and only hoping and praying for your speedy and safe return.

All my love sweets —

Ros.

January 12
Noon

Darling–

I’m so happy! (for the moment) I found 12 v. mail letters from you in the mailbox this morning. It was wonderful to hear from you after more than 3 weeks — and feel close to you again. It does make one feel so much closer when reading letters. Your letters were so marvelous and I was so glad you could go into a little detail about your trip. It must have been a unique experience. I cried over some of your memories– you expressed so well our brief 18 years together –and I laughed aloud at some of those stories from your boat trip. Elaine came up and asked me “what are you laughing about” & when I told her you had written a story, she laughed too.

I was so excited and nervous I couldn’t read the letters fast enough & the kids kept interrupting me so I am going to read them all over again now that they are taking their naps.

I’m so excited the letters in the alphabet seem turned around — I feel as drunk as Blanche, Alan and Nancy were — remember when they got all mixed up and said everything backwards?

Edie is coming up this afternoon with Hy — so I must get busy — will write more tonite. Just wanted to let you know that I received your letters.

I love you.

Ros.

January 12, 1944
Wednesday nite
12 p.m.

My darling! —

I’ve been so elated since receiving 12 letters from you today dearest. This is, I’m elated, until I realize that several weeks have passed since these letters were written — and then I begin wondering where you are and what has happened since then. I read the letters avidly, and have reread them about 4 times now, and I’m still not finished. They make me feel so very near you, not as if you were thousands of miles away.

One letter seems to be missing, since I found one in large type which was a continuation and I seem to find no other that follows the same trend of thought. Perhaps I’ll get it in tomorrow’s mail.

I was rather surprised to receive the original v mail letters rather than a miniature photograph, and then too, there was no censor’s stamp on them.

I finally arranged the letters in consecutive order — and the make darned good reading. As soon as I have time I’m planning on re-arranging all your letters and keeping them in order — we’ll have to publish them after its all over — they will have to be censored tho.

Sweets, your letter of reminisces — about our happy years together was a masterpiece. It brought back things so vividly and did I shed the tears! I think we both must have had a good case of the blues at the same time — as you will notice by my previous letters.

All 12 of your letters were written aboard ship and they were all postmarked Jan 3 — HPA Army Postal Service. I received the letter exactly one week after the cable.

I wonder if you have seen John Driver — from what I understand you are in the same area.

Edith came up tonight — she has moved in with Irv and Rosalyn and is going in training on the 25th. She tells me Ben is probably in England. Ginny received a letter today. Stevie is to be operated for an inguinal hernia next week — poor kid. Zeninger will perform the operation.

Edie says its wonderful to watch Irv with the baby. He talks to her and says she is beautiful and actually believes she is very unusual and precocious for her age — just as all parents do.

Received a letter from Louise, which I’ll enclose.

I went over to the church tonight with Marian T. to hear Miriam Urban speak on Russia. She gave a very enlightening talk and was most interesting. She really puts on an act and knows how to put herself across to the audience.

I left Judy and Elaine in Edie’s care. Edith had just arrived as I was leaving. When I returned Edith told me that Judy came down from upstairs — she had been in bed, and smothered with kisses and talked the blue streak. She has become so affectionate lately. She kisses me innumerable times during the day and is always whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

Edith tells me that she went to Al Brown about her eyes and he really was very blunt with her. He told her she had scar tissue formed on her eyes and part of her eyesight was lost permanently and she may become blind! He really frightened her terribly. She spoke to Harry Aalzer about it and he said it was no new development and that it was the same report that Weintraub and Levine had made. He told her he didn’t expect her to make the grade in nursing. Who knows? It’s worth the trial if she wants it so badly. I think it was very tactless of Al Brown to give Edie such a prognosis.

I had hoped you would meet Ben, but it looks as if you won’t be near each other.

Oh sweets, how I wish it were all over and we could continue our happy marriage together and enjoy our wonderful children together. I hope you don’t miss too much of their interesting childhood development.

I love you with all my heart dearest.

Ros.

Thursday nite
January 13, 1944

Hello my dearest:

Marian, Hy, and Edith are witting in the dining room playing Gin rummy and Kibitzing. Marian had been at Mother’s club–so Hy came over and he and Edie played cards while I ironed clothes. As usual Hy was wise cracking–on the usual subject, sex, and all of its accompaniments. I allowed him to read the stories that you had written from the boat and he enjoyed them with his ear to ear smile and all over belly laugh. He especially liked the one about Elsie and the ?? and Ferdinand the Bull.

Edith brought up a lot of her junk from childhood days–ole dolls, beads, etc — and the kids have had a wonderful day with everything strewn all over the place.

Judy has been simply smothering Edith with affection–she hangs on her all day long–hugging & kissing her. Poor kid is starved for affection–I guess my love making isn’t enough for her.

Pat Shrock had me written up in his column again. I’ll send you the clipping. Dear Old Pat–

I stayed up last night reading your 12 letters again & then wrote to you. I had no ?? of the time, and was I amazed when I went upstairs & looked at the clock–to find it was 2 a.m. Then I didn’t fall asleep until about 3. These sleepless nights are getting me down.

Now I am really beginning to worry. With all the threatening as well as actual hostilities taking place, I am in a constant state of worry and tension. Each time I hear of a battle going on I picture you in its midst. Will I every overcome this perpetual feeling of impending disaster — I wonder?

Of course I have as yet had not mail from you since you’ve landed — all I’ve had was written on the boat –so I think of all the possibilities that might occur since you’ve landed. Ah me, where is my courage — and what’s all this talk about keeping your chin up. I’m doing good if I can keep my head up.

Since Edith has been here — we’ve been speaking of you almost incessantly. Even when our conversation doesn’t originally start with you — everything we say — reminds us of Walter. In fact, we actually became hysterical with laughter at one time after you name had come up about umteen times.

I’m enclosing — (no I’m not enclosing) Chip’s letter — since I understand he mailed one directly to you — as did Soph — whose letter came today. She’s old faithful about her letters.

Did I tell you that I sent Irv a check for $50 to cover expenses for the trip back home and he absolutely refused it and said he would not case it. I ‘spose he feels he did his patriotic duty and he is doing well in his business.

Received some snaps today of the kids which I’m sending to you — they aren’t too good– but not too bad.

There have been repercussions all over town about your friend Richards, the preacher — since he made such a hullaballoo the other nite at a meeting about a song that the children sing in school. He claimed that the words in it about “giving a toast” might inspire and condone drinking in youngsters. Everyone is down on him, and I understand there are many things that he does in his own life that are unbecoming to a man of his profession. You know how people in this town can drag down an individual if they are so inclined.

Tomorrow I am having some photographs made of the kids–by the new photographer in town. He has done some excellent work, and I thought it would be nice to have a picture made for Judy’s birthday. I am going to send you one — and hope that it won’t be too difficult for you to carry it with you. If it is, you’ll have to send it home again. But it would be nice for you to have a good picture of them. The photographer tried to enviegle me into having my picture made — but I’m not particularly in the mood now, and I know you can’t carry any excess baggage with you — and you are the only one who might want a picture of me.

Well sugar, its 12 o’clock & I haven’t read the paper for 2 days –back to my old habits again. Edith’s visit has put me behind in my daily duties. They still must be done.

All my love sweetheart — take care. Ros

Jan 14, 1944

Friday nite

Hello my sweets:

I keep wondering all day and night long-where you are by now and what you are doing-and hoping that you are well and free from danger.

Still no more mail. I suppose it will come in batches-all at one time-and then a period when nothing will arrive. Will I ever adjust to this waiting and hoping and fearful thinking?

Edith is still here and as usual in her jubilant, giggling, hysterical mood-especially with the kids. They have given her enough loving to last her for months. Even Elaine, who usually gives no one a tumble except Momie-has finally broken loose and climbs all over Edith, loving and kissing her. Edith says she is profiteering from the war-and calls Judy a “war casualty because of her transfer of affection.” It is amazing to see how lovey dovey she is now.

Hy is going to New York again. There are six of the managers going. Jack Hornstein and Phil are also going. I imagine they will have one swell time.

I had the pictures made of Judy and Elaine today, and if theirs are as good as the samples he has on display, I’ll be well pleased. It never fails-I had hoped they would take a nice long nap before going to the photographer-and I put them to bed when just a bit later someone came and rang the doorbell (fire alarm) and awakened them both. They were sort of dopey looking all afternoon. But Elaine was full of pep and gong strong at 9 o’clock.

Honey, I do hope you are able to decipher my letters-I seem to be getting worse and worse in my penmanship. I think its partly because I am usually so very tired when I finally do sit down to write-that I will scribble away as fast as I can. I should have a typewriter.

Many times during the day Elaine goes to the phone and pretends she is calling Daddy. She says “hullo daddy, how are you – fine? (I always say, I hope) and she carries on quite an imaginary conversation. Judy talks to you through the improvised songs she sings all day long. I wish you could hear how she makes rhymes about you and puts them to music-it would be cute-if it weren’t so pathetic.

Each time she hears the war news-she gets all excited thinking her daddy is coming home. If it were only true.

When I made some chopped liver today, I thought of you, when I made some cranberry relish, I thought of you, in fact I believe not one moment goes by that I don’t think of you.

I am so sleepy right now, I can’t think-so I’m going to stop writing and take my bath and go to bed. I’ll write more tomorrow. I’m hoping the week doesn’t go by without more mail from you. Perhaps I should be satisfied with 12 letters at one time-but I want a letter from terra firma.

If you want anything-please send me a request for it dearest.

I love you. I adore you.

XXXX Ros
XXXX Judy
XXXX Lanie

Monday, Jan 31, 1944

Sweetheart:–

Keep your sunny side up–sweets–or should I say keep bottoms up to the sunny side? If everyone is taking pictures couldn’t you send some to me–I’d love to have some snaps of the scenery and speshully you. How’s the moustache? Sweets–I wish I could say it differently but I love you, Roz

I’ve decided to write this in mail–rather than V mail–since I must relieve my feelings and pour out my heart to you.

I was so excited, as were Judy and Lanie when the mailman brought 8 letters this morning — and four this afternoon. As usual they came around noon, when I am busy preparing lunch, but I must stop everything & make an attempt to at least glance thru the letters before lunch. Elaine usually pulls on me & pesters me so — I can’t concentrate. I finally gave them their lunch and then put them to bed and sat down to read 5 V mails and two air mails. The V mail is so difficult to read — especially if the photograph is not a clear one — or is a light pring — and they usually cut off the last line. You seem to feel that V – mail reaches you more quickly — but not so here. Your 5 V mails were written on Jan 17,18,29 and 20 & your air mails on 22 and 23rd– and they all arrived at the same time! Which means that the air mail took only 8 days to get here! Evidently the plane service to US is better than that to your area –for air mail is much better, and much more legible dear — so please send it from now on. I’ll send you some air mail stamps — In fact I’ll enclose some in this letter.

Honey, with all the wonderful letters I received today — only one is in my mind. You have given me the worst case of depression I’ve had since you’ve left–(it’s two months today that we said goodbye to each other). I cannot understand why you should have written such cold blooded facts about the possibilities of you not coming back, and even planning my future without you! Oh honey, how could you be so cruel. Here I go about day after day, and live through sleepless nights thinking of all the horrible possibilities but ever trying to put them in the back of my mind, and keeping up the good front for the sake of the kids — and along you come making statements as final and cold blooded as a last will and testament. If you knew the misery you’ve caused me today I’m sure you would have thought twice before writing a purely unnecessary letter as that — and then to plan a remarriage for me — sweetheart I haven’t shed so many tears in weeks. Even now, as I write this I cannot control myself. You know how I worry about you and think of every possible thing that might happen — and instead of helping me — you’ve just about broken down all of my hopes. Every time I looked at the kids today I almost broke down, and did on several occasions — so that I had to leave the room for fear that they would see me. I pictured them growing up without you — Sweetie, I’ve forseen all–but never another marriage! I know the kids would never stand for anyone else but their daddy. Oh, how can I write anynore — but I must tell you what you’ve done to me. Please — Please– never, never, be so brutal again.

Of course I think of all those things, but to be so matter of fact and make future plans — oh honey, you never were very delicate in some things.

I hate to write this type of letter to you — but I feel that you deserve it. You’ve put me into a state that will require weeks for me to come out of, and why, I don’t know. There was ablolutely no earthly reason for you to make such statements — you gave me no valuable advise — oh sweets, I can’t reprimand you anymore. I’m becoming so morbid now, that I’m afraid I may be writing this letter while something is happening to you — and I would regret it for the rest of my days. All I can ask dear — is please don’t do it again. I can’t bear to think of any future without you.

As you so simply said — now that I have that off my chest — let’s forget it. (if it were only that easy.)

I was glad that you have started getting my mail. I had written fewer V mails that air mail–so evidently the air mails will all come together — or will already have arrived long before now.

Your letters continue to be masterpieces and I do hope the censorship isn’t becoming so strict that you will be unable to write of your daily activities at least until that horrible day when you go into combat, and then when and if you do write, you’ll make them as gory as possible. I’m afraid I’m become sarcastic–as I usually do when you’ve hurt me terrible and I try to retaliate–remember–(and how you used to laugh at me.) After your statements (I’m back on the subject again) it makes me wonder as to your attitude and plans if and when I leave this beautiful world–do you have plans for that too honey? You must have thought of everything.

I promise–no more–

I don’t understand the methods of mail in the army, but it seems that the air mail letters are post marked over in Africa using US Army Postal Service as PO 85 — in their stanp — but the V mail is postmarked over here on the date it arrives in Ny — as it is usually a day or two before it gets here. Do you know why and how? Regardless, I find that air mail gets to me much faster than V Mail. V mail takes from 11 days to 2 weeks — while air mail gets here anywhere from 8 days or more.

Neville Fairly and Lawson Diggs are somewhere around your ?? I imagine. Lawson is near Algiers. He is with the 123rd Radio Signal Intelligence Corps. He’s been in Africa for over a year now–Neville and Diggs ran into each other–so Mrs. Skeen tells me. She also told me that the “dear doctor” tried to get into the army but he was refused. They all hand you the same line.

You asked if I read Judy your letters — yes, honey, with some limitations of course. I usually omit the sexual discussions and the problems of prostitution. We all watch for the mailman and become quite elated when he has mail from you. Even the mail carrier is happy about the whole thing, I’m sure I receive more mail than anyone else in Greenfield whose loved one’s are overseas.–and it seems that everyone in town knows when I get my 10 or 15 letters about twice a week. They usually arrive in batches that way–and then I read them over and over until the next group arrives.

So, you are learning all sorts of new habits and forms of amusement. It must be pretty tough finding means of recreation. You may be a good horshoe pitcher when you get back–then you can teach your kids the game.

Do you think we’ll have to serve Muscatel wine with each meal after you return — you’ll have to step up in your income if we do. S’pose I’ll have to acquire the habit too. You haven’t succombed to gambling as yet, and the worst vice of all — I hope. I should have put a marker on you before you slet so that I could have you pass inspection on your return. I’m not the least bit worried about that matter — somehow– your biviouac area sounds beautiful– I had no idea you would be going on maneuvers in N. Africa again — as long as they are still a game and not the reall stuff –I am content. It’s funny how vlaues change–at first I thought I conldn’t stand being separated from hyou — then the unbearable thought of you being so far away — but now I keep hoping you are still in N. Africa and not in combat–then I spose it will only be the hope for your safe return — which is really my constant prayer.

Sweets, I’m proud of you for several reasons–the fact that you’ve been able to keep up physically with most of the boys–it must be plenty tough at times–and also for the reason that you’ve done your job so well as C.O.–I really was fearful that you wouldn’t bave your heart and soul in anything so strictly military as that office, and ia’m so glad that you’ve been so human with the boys in so many little ways and tried to see things from their viewpoint. As you’ve said–it makes for better cooperation and morale–and certainly will help in combat. I’m rather glad you’re not with the gripers in the clearing co–I really dont think you would have been as happy–except for the fact that you would have done more medical work. But you’ll do that when you get back to good old Greenfield and the hundreds of pts–some of which tell me each day how much they miss Dr, and hope he comes back soon.

Oscar Heidingsfeld sends his regards to you. Doesn’t that boost up your morale?

Judy was so thrilled over her personal letter from you, and was very interested in your description of the nature and the country surrounding. She asks questions about N. Africa (always says North) all day long. Lanie again had one of her “daddy spells” today crying I want my daddy — & so, Judy and I get your picture and try to appease her. She just about tears my heart out when she this & I have to put on a smile and console her.

Your descriptions of the scenery sounds beautiful & and its too bad it must be wasted on all those unattached men. Wish we could be enjoying it together. Perhaps some day we’ll go visiting and daddy will tell his girls–this is where daddy climbed up the mountain when he was in the army.

I’m sure the family enjoyed your leter–altho I had already sent them some of those you had written to me–going into more detail.

I am eager to get your next letter to see how the wine affected you. You seemed to be pretty stinko at the close of this one — writing –whee!

Let me know if you want more v-mail forms. I’ll send air mail stamps occasionally.

Honey–do you censor your own mail–or does someone else. You mention so many of the boys names–your CO and such–is that OK?

No, Streuve never has paid me anything–nor has anyone else. Not even Wib. I’m going to ask Wib about it when I get up there. Marian had some nose drops made there last week & he told her that he didn’t make anything on the RX. Dr Felson got the money–the rat.

Honey–I felt so sorry for those boys who didn’t receive any mail. I can just imagine how they felt. If there are some boys who would like some extra mail–send their names to me. Katie and Ruth Mahoney said they would be glad to carry on a correspondence with some lonely boys.

Have you started receiving your magazine and papers yet? How long does it take for them to get to you? The news will be stale by the time you get it, and then you’ll have so much to read at one time–it will take weeks to catch up.